Faustini ✔️

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Claudio treaded out of the hospital with gritted teeth. He scattered around before throwing a punch out of frustration at the wall. "Damn it!" He yelled, he had his head against the wall. He turned around and sunk to the floor.

After a long time, he heard Amara. "Hey, what did you do to my sister?"

Claudio looked up slowly, his head then fell down. "I don't know."

Amara scoffed. "Yeah right."

"I'm being serious." Claudio slowly got up.

"So you just happened to end up at the same hospital as my sister." Amara said as she pulled out the bracelet. "And this isn't the bracelet Luciana made for you."

"You couldn't believe me if I told you." Claudio croaked.

"You've lied to me a thousand times before. How is now any different?" She rolled her eyes.

"Because it's not a lie, Amara." Claudio answered. "I don't know what happened. I was driving after them, I don't know why I was stupid enough to do that, I guess I was still mad. Somebody crashed into them." Claudio remained against the wall. "I tried to call for help but somebody came at me from behind and I couldn't do anything." Claudio stammered. "I didn't want to hurt anybody, I just-" Claudio sighed. "I guess I should have thought about that before I chased them. I told the police everything I could remember, they believed me, but it's not like I could've given them the information they wanted. It'll be forever before they find out what happened to Harold."

Amara hesitated. "What does Harold have to do with this?"

"You didn't hear?" Claudio asked, by Amara's lack of response he concluded she didn't. "Harold died in the fields nearby."

Valentino sighed as he walked back into the living room. "There's no point staying up this long, by the time they'll get back it'll probably be morning." Valentino explained as he went over to Alessandro and Luciana. "You should've been in bed by now, all of you should have."

"I find it odd that you don't care enough to pick Elena up from hospital and yet you're telling us to go to bed." Donatello giggled at the hypocrisy he had pointed out.

"Donatello, bed." Valentino ordered, ignoring the last comment.

"Yeah, go write about that one." Catalina teased on her way out.

Catalina walked into her bedroom and saw Roman sitting on her bed, facing away from her. "Roman!" She exclaimed as she quickened her pace. He turned around and Catalina spotted his disheartened expression. Catalina hugged him. "I'm so glad you stopped by. I missed you. I can't stand not knowing where you are and not being able to see you."

"That'll change." Roman uttered, Catalina lifted her head up off of his shoulder. "My dad's dead, Catalina." Roman said emotionlessly. "We can come back now."

Catalina didn't react with shock, she presumed that'd be the last thing he needed. She pulled Roman back into the hug. "You can stay with me tonight." Catalina ran her hand through his hair. "Does your mother know you're here?"

"She dropped me off here." Roman mumbled.

Catalina waited to respond. "...She wasn't paranoid? I mean your father-" Catalina stopped herself.

"I asked to be here." Roman blurted out.

Catalina sighed in relief. "Well, as long as she knows where you are."

"Is Elena here? I didn't see her on my way in." Roman tried to smile, but it quickly fell.

"No." Catalina's lips were pursed. "She was in an accident." Catalina gulped. "I guess I too am lucky you stopped by." Roman remained quiet, Catalina sat him down on her bed next to her. "Look, we'll talk about this in the morning, okay? It's the last thing we need, to dwell on this any further."