His Girl

52 ~ La Vita Continua a Migliorare

Courtney's POV

23 minutes.

24 minutes.

25 minutes.

Tears keep running down my face as I recall Spencer's conversations that I wasn't suppose to hear. 'Their plane went down. Adam, Samantha and Megan didn't survive the crash. They didn't stand a chance.'

'Their plane went do-'

Stop thinking about it Courtney! Think about something else. Maybe they are still alive. Maybe he was talking about another Adam, Samantha and Megan.

Someone starts to bang on the door but I ignore them. "Courtney cazzo open this door right now!" Not going to happen buddy. "Courtney! Open! The! Cazzo! Door! Right! Now!" Still not going to happen. (Translation: fucking)

I roll over and bury my face into the pillow.

"Courtney cazzo open this right now and talk to me! What the cazzo inferno is your problem?"

I hear more banging and then silence. Silence? Has he given up?

But no of course he hasn't given up. I hear footsteps approach and a screaming match in Spanish. How many languages does this family know?

I jump when I feel someone touch my shoulder. I roll over to see Alessandro at the door and Spencer sitting on the bed. How the hell did they get in?

"Can you please tell me why the cazzo inferno you locked yourself in here?" (Translation: fucking hell)

I hold back a sob and shake my head. Spencer pulls me closer to him and starts playing with my hair. "You didn't hear my conversation with my uncle, did you?"

I slowly nod and the tears slide down my face again. 

"Cazzo inferno! I'm so, so sorry Courtney."

I nod and wipe the tears from my eyes. "Listen I've got work to finish but I'll be back later tonight. I'm really, really sorry."  I nod again and Spencer leaves with Alessandro.

Spencer finally comes back, just as I'm about to fall asleep. My eyes fling open as the bed sinks and Spencer is leaning on the bed, shirtless with a tray of food.

"I'm not hungry." I mutter and roll over.

"Courtney you need to eat."

"Yeah, yeah tomorrow." I whisper and sleep slowly takes over me.

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The next four weeks fly past. I still refused to eat and Spencer got me hooked up to a drip. The conversation went something like this:

Spencer: Courtney you have to eat something!
Me: I'm not hungry.
Spencer: You haven't eaten anything for days now! Just eat.
Courtney: I'm not hungry.
Spencer: I'll get Ashton to attach a drip to you.
Courtney: But I'm not hungry.
Spencer: I'm going to ring to Ashton. Last chance.
Courtney: But I'm still not hungry.

So that's basically my shitty life. Spencer was kind enough to sleep in Alessandro's room on his couch, so nobody ever bothers me.

I lie on Spencer's bed, staring at the roof and thinking. I've lost my whole family. My whole family is just gone like that. Snap of the fingers and they're gone. Why? Why me?

Someone knocks on the door and swings it open. Spencer, Alessandro and Ashton all walk into the room. Why are they all here? Spencer said nobody would bother me.

"Alrighty Courtney. Guess what day it is today," Ashton starts. Um, the day I die? The day you kill me? The day you tell me my family isn't dead? The day I wake up from the nightmare? The day you let me go? The day the police realise I'm still alive? The day...

"The day your casts come off." Oh, I wasn't expecting that. That's boring.

"Which cast do you want me to remove first?" Did he seriously just ask me that? I don't care.

"Alright, your arm." He said and sits down next to me. He finally moves onto my leg and cuts that one off. He gives a low whistle and swears. What's wrong with my leg? Why do I even care anymore?

"Does your knee hurt, Courtney?" I continue looking down at my hands and nod. Tears threaten my eyes but I blink them back.

"Cazzo inferno," Alessandro mutters. I slowly lift my glance and look at my knee. I immediately gasp and close my eyes. What the hell is wrong with my knee?

My knee looks like a.... a..... a swollen knee cap. The knee cap looks dislocated and disgusting. My whole knee is a lovely shade of purple and black. What the hell happened to it?

"We need to get an X-ray on this. There's nothing I can do about it." Ashton mumbles.

"Why the cazzo inferno did it happen?" Spencer asks. (Translation: fucking hell)

"No idea," Ashton replies. "It looks like she's damaged the inside of her knee, which has pushed the kneecap off. It could be her ACL or some tendon like that."

"That could mean surgery, right?" Alessandro asks.

"Most probably. It also could be a growth or a non cancerous tumour."

I gulp hearing everyone talk about my knee. I'm going to need surgery? But what the hell happened to it? It was just in a cast for six weeks. I haven't even been walking on it.

"Alright we need to get her some medical attention sooner rather then later." Ashton mumbles.

I look up to see Spencer walking to the side of the bed. He sits down next to me and grabs my right hand.

He looks back at Ashton and mumbles something in Spanish. Ashton looks hesitant but finally nods. What did he say? What are they going to do?

Spencer pushes me back into the pillow. He continues sitting next to, holding my hand. Spencer pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through some contacts.

My whole body freezes when I see on name in his contact list. Lucas? It couldn't be my brother. Could it? How would they know each other? Exactly, it isn't him. You could of read it wrong and it may of said Luca. Or it could be a completely different Lucas. You're just being too hopeful, Courtney. It won't be him.

I look back down at Spencer's phone to see him calling Lorenzo. Isn't Lorenzo his brother?

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Argh! I feel so bad because this chapter is one of the shortest chapters I've ever written but there is heaps of chapters coming out today. 

- Bethany xx