The Chemistry goes on

Chapter Seventeen "I aint got Millions"

Chapter 17

Isaac's POV:

I loaded the gun lightly nodding impressed. I threw it around looking at it. The other men looked at theirs loading some and testing it on some bean bags on the side.

"Nice" I mumble

Diego just smirked knowing how impressed I was.

"How much?" I ask looking up

"A couple of millions" he shrugs

I clicked my fingers and Steve came behind me with a brief case. Diego opened it to an empty brief case. He looked up at me confusingly. I look to my side at Steve.

Steve throws me a hand gun pointing it straight at diego's head. He looks at it and looks at me. I lightly shrug.

"I ain't got millions" I shrug pulling the trigger

He drops to the floor blood woofing from the hole I shot in his head. His securities barge in the door. I walk away into my office strolling in hearing shooting behind me. I take a seat picking my feet on the table, liting up a cigarette. I took a drop breath dropping my head back letting it flow from my nose.

The door slams open and Jake walks in.

"What the fuck?" Jake says "Diego was a brother to you" he tells me banging his fists into my desk

I look up at him with the cigarette hanging off my lips.

"I didn't have the money" I mumbled the cigarette in my lip

"You have the money Isaac don't lie to me" he argues

"Not enough to spare to him" I say back "Listen, call Doug we have a meeting later" I change the topic

"Call him your fucking self" he spits walking out slamming the door behind him

Steve soon walks in with some folders in his hands. He throws it at me sliding on my table straight to me.

'Indiana Elizabeth Jonathan'

'Hospital Records'

I look up and he walks out letting me to read it. I pull the cigarette and throwing it on the floor making myself comfortable. I opened the file.

Indiana's POV:

"I knew him since he was kid" Bob told me

I was still tied to my bed but I had some company. Bob was my security, he was here since I first arrived at the hospital.

"Yeah well I made a mistake trusting him" I mumble

"The Santiago's have never been loyal" he laughs

"His dad seems nothing like him" I argue

"His dad, Sean Santiago was just like Isaac when he was young. Crazy Spanish fuckers" he starts "That family is all the same, Isaac's dad got married to Isaac's mum and he changed. He made money, legal money but Isaac seemed to follow his fathers old traits" he explained

"How does a security know him?" I asked confused

"I was security guard at the New York bank back 4 or 5 years ago. Isaac and his friends came by and locked down the whole bank, kept hundreds hostage and managed to steal every single penny in that bank at age fucking 14" he sighs shaking his head "Who robs a whole bank at 14? Dropped every security guard to the floor" he goes on "They didn't even have weapons but we did and we almost died. I made a promise never to fuck with Spanish people" he laughed

I smiled to myself.

"Did they get arrested?" I asked

"All of their family are loaded so they brought the best lawyers in the whole state" he shrugged "They got away with it but every cop in town knows them and they keep a real eye on them" he finishes

The door opened and a nurse walked in wearing a mask. Bob moved to the side keeping quiet.

"Your making progress" she nodded looking down at her paper "Your taking your medicines and your not making-

"When am I going?" I ask impatiently

"Maybe next week" she says smiling at me

She pops open a bottle bringing out two tables and dropping it down throat. I smile closing my mouth.

"I'll bring your food later" she says leaving

As soon as she closes the door I spit the tablets on the floor. Bob picks them up stuffing them in his pocket.

"Why are you so nice to me?" I ask curiously

"I knew Isaac since he was a kid, if he ever fell in love that bitch must of been the best girl in town" he tells me with a smile

I just smile at him.

"Well he's gone now" I mumble looking up at the ceiling

I just needed to get on with my life right now. I needed to get the hell out of this place go back to college put my head down and concentrate. Get on with my life get a career and go back to England.

"I need to focus on my life" I say

"Love is stupid"

Bob kept quiet.

Later that day I was taken out of that room. I was handcuffed like I was mad and dragged by two nurses. Bob was behind following as I enter the room. A woman middle agreed with blonde hair say their. I couldn't see what she wore because she was sitting and the desk close to her.

You was wearing a white top buttoned all the way up with her hands neatly on top of the desk. Her finger nails painted red and papers under her hand. She stacked them as soon as she saw me and pulled a smile.

"Sit" she invites me

We're soon left alone in this room after my hand is handcuffed under the desk.

"Hey Indiana, I'm going to be your therapy until you can go home" she tells me with a smile

I just leant back on the seat sliding down with a straight face. She smiled at me inviting me to smile back but I don't. Then she clears her throat nervously.

"So I want to do an exercise with you, I want you to close your eyes and I will give you a pen and a paper. With that pen I want you to express your hatred and anger you have on this paper with that pen" she tells me

"Ok" I say agreeing

I close my eyes and I feel her hand under me give me pen. I take deep breaths feeling the paper under me.

"Think of everything that angers you" she whispers

I think and the thought of my baby comes to my head. Women out their had their babies but I had to be part of that unfortunate bunch to have to loose my baby. Why out of all people was I chosen for my baby to be killed. I lost my baby girl and on top of that I didn't even get to see her?

What kind of sick people don't let the mother see her baby. What kind of baby goes through that? She was killed brutally. She didn't get peace she got stabbed to death.

Then Isaac just left me. Out of no where he left me. He couldn't take that responsibility so he left. He simply left me. All that bullshit about loving me was fake. He was a fake. He hurt me. I trusted him. I lost everything to him. I carried his baby and let him go and look after his other baby even when I was struggling. When I needed help I didn't ask him to come for me.

"Indiana" I heard the woman call me

I open my eyes and she's standing up. There are securities in the room. I look down at the paper is torn in pieces spread out all over the table. My pen is broken in my hands and when I opened my palms pieces of plastic from the pen were stuck in my hand. Blood was spread over my hands and nails.

I looked up and she was looking at my hands surprised.

"You have a lot of anger" she sighs "It's ok" she tells the securities

I look back and I nod at Bob and he leaves along with the the rest.

"This is going to be long" she smiles sighing sighing lightly