Saving Isabella

Chapter 30 Death

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POV ISABELLA ROSSI:

I wake up to someone coughing. I sit up trying to orient myself, I look at the other side of the bed, and see Dylan curled up in a ball. I look around his room is messy with clothes thrown around on the floor. I look at the wardrobe where Arthur was kicking him yesterday. I remember the light was a soft yellow hue, I remember Dylan curled up, trying to protect his head, Arthur kicking and kicking him repeatedly in the stomach. Dylan was crying and pleading with him to make it stop, but Arthur didn't. I remember gripping my hair, trying to shut the sound of his pleas out. Maybe if I had pulled Arthur away or gotten in his way, he would've stopped or maybe he would've hit me to. Maybe if I had called for help someone would've arrived earlier.

I look towards Dylan, he's coughing, but seems to be asleep, he rolls over so that he's facing me. He's wearing a hoodie, his brown messy hair falls onto his eyes, his hand are balled into fists gripping the sleeves of his hoodie. The warm white sheets come up to his stomach leaving his arms and upper chest uncovered. Sunlight streams through the open window lighting up the room, it must be late, probably around 11 a.m. I wonder if my brothers already had breakfast, maybe I'll be able to skip it. I think about it, considering Ezra's my brother I whole heartedly doubt it.

Honestly I love Ezra, well I love all my brothers with the exeption of Arthur and Dominic maybe, but only because Dominic has been quite rude to me compared to the others. Anyways, going back to Ezra, I love him but he can be quite ovearbearing at times. Like last time, when he lost his mind when I asked for a peach. If I ever happen to ask him for a peach again he'll probably explode. I chuckle at the thought a smile spreading over my face, it quickly disapears when I realise that soon, too soon I was going to have to face Arthur. I don't know what the others did about what happaned since they went upstairs and I fell asleep so fast. I wish Samuel was here. Why did Nick have to take him away?

Dylan startles me by errupting into another caughing fit. His cough is dry, and he spits onto the bed a red crimson liquid...blood. I freeze up as he continues coughing and gagging, sputtering blood everywhere. He wakes up and brushes his mouth with his hand, getting blood on his sleeve. I look at him, is he ok? Thats not normal, to cough blood...right? I search his face, trying to determine his wellbeing.

"You ok?" I ask, he doesn't respond but props himself onto an elbow and brushs his hair back, Dylan squints, adjusting to the light, he spits onto the beadsheets red blood. I cringe.

"It wasn't a dream?" he mutters, half talking to himself half asking me.

"What, yesterday afternoon?" he nods, looking at me, his eyes look lost, empty but at the same time scared, his face holds know expression, a dribble of pink saliva on his lips. "No, it wasn't I'm sorry. Want me to call someone?" I say while throwing the sheets off of me and jumping out of bed. Dylan shakes his head, signifying no, while sputtering blood everywhere. I ignore him and run out into the corridor and to the stairs. "Alex, Ezra, Nick, anyone! Help! Hurry!" I yell before going back in to Dylan's room. I remember how I felt when it happaned to me. I passed out, I rush back and find him semi-conscious on the floor...shit. I grab him under his armpits an drag him outside, Alex rushes to me and shakes Dylan, but my brother is unconscious, Alex takes his pulse and shakes his head. He pushes me out of the way and starts compressions while counting. I fall to the floor and start crying, the rest of my brothers come, everything becomes blurry, I don't understand what's happening, there are a lot of voices. I hear myself crying, a phone ringing, Roger alternating with Alex as to continue doing compressions. People arrive, people I dont know, they take over for Alex, examine my unconscious brother, they tell somthing to Alex he shakes his head, he starts yelling. Nick hugs him and he starts crying.

I throw myself onto Dylan hugging him close to me "Dylan wake up, please! Dylan, Dylan! Why won't you wake up?" I scream a stream of tears running down my face. Two strong hands grab me around my stomach, I cling onto Dylan but my hands slip. I kick and scream doing everything to try to get back to him. My screams echo threw the whole mansion. I'm dragged to my room, the person who dragged me away sits me on their lap and hugs me, preventing me from moving my arms. I kick my feet wildly, trying to get away, but it only results in my legs being trapped between my kidnappers legs. After a while I give up and lay my head on the person's chest I look up to see who it is. I almost jump when i realise I have never seen them in my life. "Shh it's ok. I'm Silas, your brothers umm... financial advisor?" he says almost asking a question. "I'm sorry for your loss Bella." I cry harder, the situation dawning on me. Why? Why did he have to be taken away from me? We only just met!

I sob, then it dawns on me "Where's Arthur?" my voice full of anger. I want to kill him, like he killed my brother.

"I don't know Bella, there are people trying to find him."

"I want to see Dylan!" I yell thrashing in his arms.

He sighs sadly "I'm sorry but I can't let you do that." I cry and sob and fight Silas until I fall asleep from exhaustion.

The week passes like a blur, I stay in my room and so do the rest of my brothers, Arthur is no where to be seen. Lorenzo, doesn't stay at home much, Dominic has stopped talking to everyone. I barely eat, Silas brings my meals up, forces me to shower and eat. Most days I cry, others I don't even bother, I don't have the energy for it. Yesterday I went into Dylans room, everything is exactly how it was left, nobody even changed the bloody sheets, I stayed there crying till' I fell asleep on the carpet. The morning, today Silas woke me up, he asked me why I was in Dylan's room and I shrugged he made me shower and dress into black pants and black shirt with a black blouser, he told me today was the funeral. It was the first time I have seen most of my brothers in a week, nobody talked during the car ride.

During the funeral Alex tried to speak but couldn't do it, everyone else did at the exeption of Dominic who refused. When it was my turn I stood up and walked infront of everyone, tears streaming down my face. I hadn't bothered to write something like the rest of my brothers.

"I didn't know Dylan for long, yet he always looked out for me, he loved me and" I sob "I loved him" I turn towards the coffin "I love you Dylan so so much" I say crying, my body shaking. Alex stood up and pulled me in his arms and hugged me tight. Other friends and relatives spoke but I didn't listen and just buried my face into Alex, trying to stop myself from shaking.

When everything was over I walked to my room and slammed the door shut throwing myself onto my bed. All I wanted to do was give up...

A/N 

 An official apology to everyone for not posting right now, I have been struggling with my mental health. I also have a very ugly picture of me crying on the bathroom floor while holding a cushion but I don't think anyone wants to see that. 

I haven't had much motivation to write but I decided to pour my energy into a fake chapter to traumatize all of you. Hehehe. You have been pranked, the actual chapter is going to be posted later today.

I did cry while writing this by the way.