The Unexpected Angel (Sequel to Be My Mistake)

They're in sync

Siana’s P.O.V.

                       
I didn’t know why Hunter thought music would help me cope. I didn’t know why he thought I wanted to spend time with Alana, when all I saw was my baby sister in her eyes. I didn’t know why he thought I wanted guests over, at a time like this. I didn’t know why he did half the stuff he had been doing. I did want to know why he wasn’t letting me heal first, before I had to go to her funeral, and pay my last visits.

Couldn’t he see that I just wanted to be alone, and find my own way of coping?

I felt like a teenager again when Hunter steps into the room, getting me out of bed. “Hey, Z, Maria’s downstairs.” He says, sitting on the edge of the bed.

I sit up, giving my muscles a moment to remember how to move the same way. Hunter smiles at me sympathetically, but I refuse to return the gesture. He acted as if I were incapable to do anything when he tries to help me up, with the reaction of me just avoiding him at any cost.

He was too worried about me, and I didn’t like his pity one bit.                                     

When I slowly walk down the stairs, I hear Alana and Evan jabbering to each other in the living room. Maria sat on the sofa and watched as our children sat on the floor, both playing with Alana’s toys. Even though Evan was older by Alana by almost half her age, he still seemed to gravitate towards her. In any other moment Maria and I would crack a joke about them, but right now, it hurt to look at them.

“Hey, Anna, how’re you feeling?” She asks me, standing up from the sofa.

Her arms wrap around me, and though I didn’t feel like hugging her, I did for her own sake.

“I’m hanging in there.” I say to her, faking a smile.

She nods her head before sitting back down and staring at the kids. Alana’s green eyed gaze meets mine, and I faked a smile for her sake as well, as she tries to mumble the word ‘mommy’.

“Hey sweetie.” I whisper, hoisting her onto my hip.

“Muh muh muh.” She mumbles, reaching for a fist full of my hair. Just as Caroline did, when she was a baby.

I choke back a new set of tears, turning around to find Hunter standing there. I immediately pass Alana off to him, and then quickly make my way upstairs. Hunter and Maria start calling for me to come back, and I even heard Evan shout something. But what hurt the most was the sound of Alana’s crying. It literally left my chest feeling tight, and contracted.

After locking myself in the music room, I let my back slide down the door, and I hit the floor slowly. My head rests against my knees which had been drawn to my chest, and I try my best to hold myself with my own arms, but it was nothing like being held by Hunter.

As if on cue, I hear someone knocking on the door that my back rested against.

“Siana, sweetie, please open the door.” Hunter’s broken voice calls out to me.

Third Person P.O.V.

Both sat on each side of a locked door, crying for different reasons. She cried for her own feelings and the pain that was scarred deep within her heart, which was possibly pain that couldn’t be reversed. She cried for the thoughts that shredded her mind, and confused her. She cried, not knowing if it would ever be the same as it ever was before. While on the other hand, he cried for her. He cried, thinking he wouldn’t have the same girl to hold in his arms, and wake up to every morning with a smile. That she wouldn’t be the same person he grew up with, and that he lost two people in the same day. One of his worst nightmares had possibly come true, but he refused to believe it.