Chasing ashes...(On Hold)

*Chapter three*

Riding a helicopter is not something i do everyday. Hell, riding a helicopter is not something i do at all, ever.
Yet here i am, with this weird set of headphones over my head, looking from the window of a helicopter. What was beneath us, took my breath away. The ground below me was alive with lights, like someone had taken a handful of glitter and thrown it as far as the eye could see. It was too dark to make out individual buildings, but the lights were enough for me. I sighed, amazed at the view laid out before me.

The creme leather of the helicopter seats is more comfortable than my bed, and the television set by my side has better quality then the one back home. The helicopter is probably more expensive than anything my dad has ever owned, and i'm left to wonder how luck is divided between people. All i know is that we didn't have much of it, since everything that can go wrong in our lives, does.

My father has never had enough money to take us out of Mexicó or pay for a plane ticket, so this is my first experience of flying, and it honestly feels amazing, oddly different from any other ride.

_ ¿Te estàs divirtiendo querido ? (Are you having fun sweetheart ?)" Mom laughed at David's silly giggles.

_Me encanta mucho mamà. ( I love it mom)" He grinned.

_Good."

During the whole ride, I couldn't help but think of how can these rich people be living. The amount of money Mr.Alonso owns is astounding and i have a hard time picturing his everyday life. He really has nothing to worry about, no debts, no job applications, no heavy taxes, nothing, while we here are struggling to pay my brother's school books. It's anything but fair really, pathetic and tragic even.

I look around me and David has drifted to sleep on mom's shoulder. Her eyebrows are furrowed and her lips are drawn in a pout that i'm sure was unintentional. Hope, life, happiness, are all drawn from her brown eyes. They're now as empty as her soul. She lost the love of her life and her attempts to stand on her feet again are only the signs of the bravery she keeps within her.

I know for sure that i'm not as brave as my mother, I won't ever be able to move on, to have a nightmare free night, to laugh from my heart, with no feeling of guilt afterwards, to just live again. Even if i could, I'm not sure i'd allow it, for my murdered father's sake.

_Why did they kill him ?" I blurted out and mom's eyes immediately flashed with shock and desperation.
She shook her head and sighed, begging for me not to bring it up just now. "Mom, tell me."

_Because he stood in there way, they had to get rid of him." She spoke in a broken tone, her eyes glossy, and i only flinched at her choice of words.

_How ?"

_Your father Martina, was the bravest man i've ever seen, but really selfish as well. He didn't think of us when he knew he was playing with fire, he burned and we're burning with him."

I would love it if she stopped talking so mysteriously.

_Who are they ?"

_This is a one man's doing Tini. A man that would step on anyone on his way to success. Your father, being the good man that he is, tried to stop him and this," She threw her hands around her, "Is the result of his bravery."

_Is this man...some kind of serial killer or-"

_No, not really. This man is a billionaire, the owner of a very large car company in America, and his worth is only due to his crimes. Your father while doing his job as an investigator discovered more things about him than he should, and ignored any threats from the guy, refused his offers. Alejandro was determined to make him pay for everything he has done, but he ended up paying instead." She gnawed at her lip.