His Amour

Chapter 12.

Hey, Guys! I don't really like this chapter but here you go! I thought that me writing when I got 10 votes was very rude! So, i'm just going to update like I use to! Although, I really do enjoy waking up with your amazing votes, messages, and WONDERFUL comments! They all make me very happy! Continue please! ~amiraxamira

Rosaline POV

"Rosaline, sit! I will not tell you again!" My mother hisses, dabbing at the makeup surrounding the corners her eyes. The eyeliner she once wore making her look like a pagliaccio. Her face blotchy and her eyes tinted red.

I do as she says and look down the dimly lit hallway. The hospitals cold air biting harshly into my skin, making me squeeze my arms around myself. The smell of sick people, floating through the air.

"Momma, what is wrong?" I ask, standing up, reaching out for her. Not really understanding what is happening.

"Nothing, goccia di caramello," She says, running a hand through her hair. Looking at her reflection through the picture that hangs on the wall.

"Momma?" I ask, my eyebrows bunching together. My voice echoing through the dainty hallway.

"Yes, bebe?" she asks, looking at me sadly. Her depression clear in her crystal blue eyes, that once held so much light. The light that made my father continue to push on against their relationship. That made him drop all his responsibilities to do the one thing my mother wanted. To get married like Americans.

"Why is Abrielles hair falling off?" I ask, earning a strangle moan  from my mothers mouth. My mother rushes over to be and buries  my face in the crook of her neck. Her disconsolate tears running over my hair.

I wake up a cold sweat over my forehead. The faint sound of beeping sounding all around the room. A metalic taste filling my mouth, almost immediately. Trying to sit up, a pang of hurt rushes up my spine and my head starts feeling compressed.

I fall back against the cool blanket and try my hardest to push the pain away. The aching feeling traveling all over my body.  Trying but failing to open my eyes, I groan in agony. When I try to open my eyes, it feels like super glue was used to shut my eyes.

Reaching over towards my left arm with my right, I pull out the iv stuck in my skin. Barely, feeling anything as I drop the tube. I take the rest of the iv's out of my arm and try to stand up. Using the comforter from my bed I pull myself into a sitting position, ignoring the pain throughout my body.

I swing my legs to the side of the bed and stand up. I wobble a little and use the wall closest to me to hold my weight up.

Then, I smell it. The faint, but very there, smell of sick people. The smell I had tried to avoid so many times before. I had just realized that I was in a hospital and before I could realize it, I lost my footing and lied in a twisted way on the floor. Blacking out slowly.

The last thing I thought of was: Abrielle. Then it went dark.

"Diversity! That is what the Agustine and many other wealthy mafias are about. Diversity! You will not find that all of us are Italian! So, don't you dare come to me with that bullshit about, 'We cant trust the German people here'!" A voice says, using a feminine voice for what was said.

"But, sir. We cant trust them. They are adversaries!  They have no belonging here!" Another voice says, much less possessive than the first.

"Bullshit!" The first voice roars, making me jump slightly. "Get the hell out of here. Before I show you what the adversaries in this damn House could do to your sorry ass.".