Cold Hearted

•Family•

{•edited•}
~Santi's POV~

Adriel tried calling out to me as I start towards the room they were keeping my mom last night. Twisting the knob, I'm thankful that it's unlocked. My heart stops when I see my mother laying on the bed, the heart monitor turned off because there's no use now. The discoloration of her skin makes it obvious she's gone and has been for at least a few hours.
I can't control my tears as I walk closer. Placing my hand on her cold one, my knees give out and I'm bawling my eyes out on my knees, clenching onto her hand while my forehead rests against her arm, my body shaking from my sobs. Someone can only be strong for so long, and this is my undoing.
The last time I talked to her I didn't even get to tell her I loved her or goodnight. I wish I wouldn't have moved out so soon because then I would have gotten more time. This feeling that's so strong right now is unlike anything. I've lost friends before, that's apart of my life, but this is different. This is my mother.
"I'm so sorry," I say, knowing she can't hear me. "I love you s-so much." It feels like my heart is breaking. "I'm sorry I couldn't be a better son or more like how you wanted me to be at least. You know I love you, right? You're finally in a place that deserves you though, we never did." My mind takes me back to what she used to tell my sister and me before bed, even when we got older. "You're m-my moon, my sun, and everything up above."
I force myself up, kissing her cold forehead before walking out. I don't say anything to Adriel or Amor as I start towards the exit. I don't know where I'm going, but I know I can't stay here. I want to go to the police station and kill the damn bastard that hit them. He killed my mother and hurt my dad.
My dad. I know I should go see him, but I don't trust myself. I need to think and clear my head. If I see him now, I'll lose it again and I don't know how he would feel about me crying. I'm sure he would understand because of the circumstances, but he always told me to never cry, to never show weakness in a world where you can't be anything but strong. Does he even know about my mom? He's gonna be worse than me.
"Hey!" Someone shots in the near distance when I get outside. I look up from the ground, my vision blurred from my tears. Junior jogs over to me. Eliza and Ida follow him slowly, making sure he meets me first. Why did he have to bring them?
"You left in a hurry and I assumed you came here," he says. I stay quiet, not letting myself look at Ida. I don't want her thinking I'm a pussy. "How're they doing?"
My tears threaten to spill again. I can't take this overpowering pain; it's too much. Damn, shoot me, stab me, I'll take anything other than this pain. "My-My mom, she didn't make it," I tell him. His lips part in shock. A small gasp leaves both Ida and Eliza.
"I'm so sorry," he says. I nod, looking back down. He pulls me to him. I bury my head in his neck as I let myself break down again, sobs wracking my body again as I clench onto his shirt. His own tears wet the back of my shirt. He's been around my family since we first met in kindergarten; she was like a mom to him too since his is a druggy.
"She's gone," I sob. He holds me tighter, taking deep breaths. It seems more like he's more mad than sad.
"She's in a better place," he tells me. I nod, knowing that but still being my selfish self and wishing she was here. He pulls back, rubbing his eyes. "Do you want us to stay?" He asks. I shake my head, really not wanting him to. I need to be alone.
    "I need some space and I'm gonna go in and...talk to my dad," I say with a sigh, dreading talking to him. Not because I don't, but because I remember the last time I saw him cry. My mom had paced out at work from hydration and was panicking when she didn't wake up for a few minutes. He was shamelessly bawling his eyes out thinking something seriously bad happened. But this time she isn't waking up and I don't know what he'll do.
    "Okay," he says. He gestures to Eliza to follow him back to the car. Ida stays in place.
    "Give me a minute," she says. They both nod and make their way to the car. I walk closer to her, wishing she was mine so I could hold her close for my own comfort. "I'm so sorry about your mom. I know how much you loved her."
   "No one knows how much I loved her," I say. "I've been connected to her since the day I was born and now...she's gone and I'll never see her again. It's just crazy how you can talk to someone just yesterday and then never be able to hear them again." She takes my hand and squeezes it, pulling me closer and wrapping her arms around me.
    Her small arms around me are the most comforting thing I could have right now. I take in the scent of her perfume, the same one she's worn since the seventh grade. It gives me heartache but smells good.
    "It's gonna be okay," she says, her fingers playing with the ends of my hair. She's so short compared to me, she can hardly reach the top of my head. I look down at her with bloodshot eyes. "You're a strong person, one of the strongest I've met."
    "Thank you, Birdy," I say, forcing a smile. She leans up the best she can and kisses my cheek. My cheeks turn pink.
     "I'll leave you alone now," she says. "You have my number, so text me if need me...not need me, but just if you want someone to talk to. I'm here." If this was for any other reason I would be over the moon, but I can't even be happy about it.
     "Thank you."
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      When I get to my Dad's hospital room he looks like he hasn't gotten any sleep what so ever. Is it wrong of me if the thought of him sleeping scares me? Amor said our mom died in her sleep. What if it happens to him too out of nowhere.
    "Hey," he says, his voice rough from lack of sleep. "Have you talked to a doctor?" He asks.
    "Yeah, Amor did. He said you can be released tomorrow evening with some crutches," I tell him. He rolls his eyes.
    "And your mother?" He asks. I swallow down the lump in my throat that I literally just got to go away. "Listen, Zurine and Don wouldn't tell me anything, Amor and Adriel wouldn't, the doctors wouldn't, so please, tell me unless I will  force myself out of this bed and find her room."    
     The tears are welling up again. All the memories of learning of what love should look and be treated like from them flood back to me. They were perfect for each other. I don't know how he'll go on without her.
    "Amor called me during school and told me to come here, I've been here all day and none of us know how to break this to you," I start. His eyes narrow. "S-she didn't make it through the morning. They said she had intense external bleeding. I-I asked for more information and they said that if she had lived, she wouldn't have been the same because of the brain damage."
     He doesn't look sad or shocked, just furious. Plain furious. "She's dead?" He asks, anger clear in his voice. There is no sign of tears in his eyes even.
    "Y-yeah," I stutter. He shakes his head, pulling an IV out of his arm. I shoot up. "What the hell are you doing?"
    "Seeing my wife," he says. My heart breaks even more today. "She can't be fucking dead." My eyes water. "S-She can't leave me," he says, starting to cry. I walk over, pushing him back down to the bed gently. He sobs loudly, squeezing his eyes shut.
    I bend down, hugging him. He holds onto me tightly as if I'm some sort of anchor. "She's better off like this," I say, for both him and myself.
    "She wanted to drive and I wouldn't let her. If I had been on that side she would be here," he says.
    I don't know how long we stayed like that, him crying into my arm as I just let him. I've gone through so much, but this is the hardest day of my life.

AN: A sad chapter 😥I'm sorry once again, but he had to find out. But on the bright side, Ida and Him will be getting closer soon...very close 😏 I really hope you guys enjoyed!
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