The Death of Me | A mafia story

Chapter 43 - Room 474

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Cara's POV.

Come to the car. I am leaving.

With the phone held between my fingers and with my eyes focused on the bright screen, I read the few words his text message held. I sucked into a deep breath before I locked the phone and placed it in my pocket. I wiped whatever mess was left on my cheeks and tried to fix my hair before I got to my feet. I went to Katherine's room, forced a smile and told Ashton we're leaving.

"I'll be back in the morning," I added as I closed the door behind me.

With heavy steps, I went out of the hospital down to the parking lot. Cold air pelted my skin, the night deep. Dull lights seeped across the lot. Spotting the car few miles away, my legs ever so slowly walked me closer to it. I stood at the passenger door and sucked in a breath. Fear constricted my chest, I didn't want us to fight more.

I'll just try and keep silent for now.

Exhaling a deep breath from my lungs, I finally unlatched the door and sat down in the seat. Silently, Alex placed the car in reverse, backed out, and pulled out onto the street with not once glancing at my side.

The ride home was short and still the longest of my life. Alex didn't say a word, just kneaded at the steering wheel, the only sound in the car is the air that pushed in and out of our lungs.

Unspoken words strained between us, fighting for a release.

Truth was, I didn't know what to even say. I didn't know if I should apologize or explain or maybe I was just waiting for him to say something. I didn't know what he wanted to hear, so I just allowed the silence to swallow us in.

I was pulled back in when the car took a stop and I became aware of the house ahead of us. Alex parked the car and turned off the engine, but he stayed still in his seat. From the side of my eye, I saw the nervous tapping of his fingers over the steering wheel before he released a breath. He turned his head toward me and I did the same.

"What I said about your father.." He started, his tone giving nothing in, "I am sorry, I didn't mean it." He stared at me blankly almost as if he didn't mean what he just said, it's like he's forcing the words out of his mouth. His hands left the steering wheel, "But I meant everything else." And with that, he got out and went inside the house.

I stayed in my seat and tilted my head backward, pressing the back of it against the headrest. I closed my eyes and ran my hand over my face. It's always like this; when one thing goes right, something else must go wrong. Now that Nikolas is no longer a threat, Alex probably hates me.

Okay, I know I am not all at right here, I know that I messed up and that I am not acting rationally but come on.. how am I even supposed to act rationally after everything that has happened?

I pried my eyes open and shook my head. I am just sick of everything. I opened the door and was about to get out, but something hit my feet as I moved them. I turned the light on inside the car before I leaned down to see what's that by my feet. I saw what seemed to be a crumpled paper, I pulled it out and took a better look to figure it's a picture. A frown creased my forehead as I smoothed the edges and stared back at the two people inside it. I was confused at first, but it didn't take me that long to figure out that the little boy in the picture is Nikolas and that women by his side must be no one but the infamous Leya, his mother.

Their mother.

I couldn't help but wonder how such a picture reached Alex's hand but I didn't dwell long on that thought as my eyes stayed focused on her. She was really beautiful, I couldn't help but notice. No wonder she raised hell between two brothers.