The Doc & Her Don

Chapter 5

No.

"I'm sorry sir, but-" The doctors voice faded out as I could feel my eyes stinging. A piercing heat as I forced the tears to keep at bay.

You have to be strong.

I glanced at Papa who was no longer holding my hand. It was now limp at my side, falling lifeless, just like Mama.

"H-How?" Papa grabbed the doctor by his lab coat as he began to scream, his grip getting tighter with every word he spat out.

"She told you. . . We told you! Why didn't you believe us?!" His voice cracked as security ran over to contain him.

"Sir, you need to calm down!" The doctor spoke, his eyes wide as he tried to get my Papa to let him go. A security guard rushed over, grabbing Papa, forcefully pushing him into a wall.

It was like I was being held underwater. I struggled to breath, the sounds around me becoming distorted as I floated further and further away from the surface.

Hearing his pained grunt, I couldn't handle it anymore. My tears flowed freely down my face, my wails resounding like a tornado siren in the middle of a storm. Another security guard rush to me, trying to nab me but I ran.

The sounds of footsteps fell behind me as haunted screams echoed around me but I didn't turn around. I kept pushing my legs, running through the halls of the hospital until I found the room.

Slamming the door shut and locking it, I turned the lights off. I crawled into the bed, wrapping my arms around the cool, limp body.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A flurry of voices could be heard outside as I ignored the sounds of the doorknob shaking. I squeezed my eyes shut, burrowing to my mothers corpse as I laid in that room alone, tears falling out of my eyes.

I could hear it. The water rushing in, pouring. I tried to keep hold of my mothers body, but the waves pushed me down further and further, loosening my grip on her. As she floated away from me, I screamed a helpless cry, the raging, unforgiving water choking me as I drowned.

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"Wait!"

I jerked awake, placing a hand to my frantically beating heart. I took a few deep breaths. It almost felt like I was drowning, deprived or air.

I looked at my clock feeling a bead of sweat go down my back.

5:21 am.

Shutting my eyes, I groaned as I fell back on my headboard.

Was it because of that stupid painting I saw yesterday?

Thinking of the Maternus brought a familiar cocky and very annoying face into my mind. I shook my head to try and dispel any thoughts of Luciano Vinetti. It was way too early in the morning for all that. I frowned as I weighed my options.

I could try going back to sleep and either risk staring at my ceiling the rest of the night or having another nightmare. On the other hand, I could take a shower and start getting ready for the day by looking over Mr. Vinetti's files again.

Which should I pick?

Ding ding ding! The latter.

I forced my feet to move as I began yet another day with very little sleep.

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"Oh come on, you've gotta be shitting me here!" Luciano Vanetti cursed first thing in the morning.