The worst was the best.

Chapter 1

Curi's P.O.V.

*Phone call on*

Xxx: Hello Catherine Afonso? -  Somebody asked me with trouble due to my nationality.

Me: Yes, it's me why?

Xxx: Your brother...he...- and then the phone call ended without me realizing it.

Me:My brother...yes? - I asked worried.

*Phone call off*

- Mom? - I whispered opening my parents bedroom door.

Mom: Yes, darling? - She asked with sleepiness in her voice.

Me: Somebody called to talk about Ryan.

Mom: What's wrong with your brother? - she asked worried.

Me: I don't know.

Mom: What did they say? - she sat herself on the bed next to my father who was slepping peacefully.

Me: They asked me if I was Catherine.

Mom: Oh, darling that was just someone messing around with you. Now go to sleep, it's late.

Me: Ok, good night mom. - I kissed her forehead and got out of the room.

I stopped by the kitchen to grad some ice tea and went to my room which was just down the hall.

It was about 5:13 when I woke up due to the noise coming from my father's phone, I opened the door to listen to the talk that my father was having.

*Phone call on*

My dad: Yes, it's me why?

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My dad: My son, oh my god, yes...ok...i'm going. - he said in a rush.

*Phone call off*

Mom: Victor what's wrong? - I heard my mom asking when she came out of their room , probably also listening to the conversation.

Dad: It's Ryan,he...

And in that moment I felt like my heart had dropped to my stomach, what the hell is wrong with my brother?

Mom: What's wrong with my son? - she asked almost screaming.

Dad: We have to go to London the sooner the best, Ryan is in coma, they didn't say why.

Mom: My son is in co....oh my god. - she said and by my place on the hall I could see the tears that were forming in her brown eyes, matching mines.

Dad: Go wake her up, we have to go now, I'm gonna try to book us a flight.

Me: I'm right here daddy. - I cried in my mom's shoulder, my brother and I always had a special relationship, and he was by far my best friend, the thought of losing him was making my heart ache and my knees weaken.

I went to my room and with tears clouding my eyes I grabed a few bags, my hands were losing strength and all I wanted to do was crawl into my bed and sleep this nightmare away, but I knew that the moment that I closed my eyes it would only be worst.

With all my strenght I grabed a few esencials and sat in my bed,I took my phone from the front pocket of my jeans and called one of my best friends: Ollive.