Elite

1.12

Third narrator POV

Polo entered the boys' locker room. He was numb after what had happened, so paralyzed that he didn't even care about the moans made by Christian and Carla as they fucked behind a column. He placed the murder weapon, the trophy, on the sink and he nervously started to wipe his hands from Marina's blood. He sobbed, wiping his face before screaming loudly, trying to get rid of the guilt and the pain. Carla and Christian brutal pulled away, scared of the scream they had heard.

They both remained paralyzed and speechless at the sigh in front of them.

"What happened?" Carla asked as she was the calmest one. Christian couldn't help but stare at Polo's bloody shirt.

Polo didn't respond. He panted heavily as if he was absorbing what he had done.

"Polo, what did you do?" She tried again, assuming the worst from all the blood.

"I don't know." he cried. "But I think she's not breathing."

"Who's not breathing?" Christian finally spoke. Polo grabbed from his pants' pockets a red watch. The red watch. And he handed it to Carla.

"Did anyone see you?" she asked being her usual cold self. Polo shook his head, unable to speak.

"Good. Let's get the blood off you. Come here." she walked to him, washing his face.

"Do you have a shirt you can lend him?" she asked as she cleaned Polo's hands.

"Can you explain to me--"

"Get a fucking shirt!" she demanded. Christian did as she asked, searching in his locker

"Look at me! Get rid of the trophy," she explained to Polo as she unbuttoned his shirt. "Nobody can see you with it. Do you hear me?"

"Can you tell me who the hell is not breathing?" Christian asked shaking. "Polo! Who the hell is not breathing? Damn it!" he raised his voice as the other guy didn't say a word.

He panted a few times before pronouncing the name. "Marina."

***

Isabella's POV

"May I have your attention, please?" a woman I had never seen before said on the stage. I stopped dancing and laughing with Ander as she spoke. "I need you to leave the room in an orderly manner. There's been an accident."

"What happened?" I asked my boyfriend and Guzman who had approached us as the woman started speaking.

"I repeat in an orderly manner. Thank you very much," she said once again on the microphone. I got as closer as possible to Ander, worried and afraid of what could have happened.

"Excuse me, are you Guzman?" the woman, who I realized was an officer due to the badge she had, stopped my friend.

"Yes," he replied hesitantly.

"May we speak for a moment?" she pointed outside the room, a private chat.

"Why me?"

"Come with me, please." she insisted.

"Where's my sister?" he started to panic, not seeing Marina in the room.

"Guzman." she tried to stop him but he just shoved her off.

"Where's my sister?" he asked once again, frightened.

"Calm down, Guzman. Come with me." I covered my mouth with my hands.

"Where's my sister?" he asked loudly. Ander stepped forward, trying to calm him down.

"I said, where's my sister?" he pushed angrily Ander away, more furious.

Even if the police officer was trying to calm him down, it wasn't working, he was just yelling, thinking the worst.

I grabbed Ander's arm, holding to him as if my life depended on it.

***

I looked at the black and white picture of my friend. I couldn't help but let out a silent sob at the thought that she wasn't with us anymore. She was so young and so beautiful. I felt my dad putting a hand on my shoulder trying to comfort me. I placed my hand above his hand, finding some consolation in his gesture.

I faked a smile as I saw Guzman coming near me. I didn't know what to say so I just enveloped him in my arms. I let him rest his head on y shoulder.

"For everything you need, I'm here." I caressed his hair, knowing how he was trying to stay strong for his mother.

"I know, Iz." he pulled away, placing a hand on my cheek. "And I'm grateful for that. Thank you, Little Dove." I caressed his face some more, not knowing what to do or say in moments like those. I stood on my tiptoes, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "I love you," I whispered into his ear.

"I love you too,"

"Where's Marina? Why haven't they brought her body already? I want to say goodbye." Guzman's mother cried in agony, wanting nothing else than to see her daughter one last time.

"They need to finish the autopsy." her husband tried to reassure her.

"I don't care what they need!" she exclaimed in tears getting up from the sofa she was sat on. "I want my daughter back, now!" she exclaimed. "What is it? What are you looking at?" she asked in anger at the people around her.

"Mum, that's enough." Guzman intervened. The woman hugged her son, a heartbreaking scene.

"Guzman, where's Marina?" she sobbed on his shoulder.

I buried my head in Ander's chest, overwhelmed by the pain that family was suffering. He rubbed my back softly, kissing my head a few times. We were finding support in one another.

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