I wake up breathing and sweating heavily. The nightmares never fade. It's always the same every time. I see Yassen sacrificing himself for me. I see the bullet hit him square in the chest and he falls slowly to the ground, his face telling me that he's ready to die. I remember his last words, 'Alex, go to Venice. Find Scorpia. And you will find your destiny...'
I dream of Jack. I dream of when I was strapped down helplessly and watching the car blow up with the only person left that I care about. All she wanted to do was protect me and she ended up dead as well. I re-live these moments over an over again until I can't take it anymore.
"Alex. Breakfast!" says a voice that I'll never get tired of.
My bedroom door opens and there stands Sabina, arms folded and a serious look on her face.
"I can't believe you almost slept till noon, "she says chuckling, "get dressed, we're going to beach," she says again before giving me a peck on the cheek.
She walks out and closes the door behind her. I run my hand through my hair and pull the covers away from me and toss them onto the floor. There's no time to shower and anyway we're going to beach. I grab my swim shorts, a shirt and a pair of slops.
I walk out of my room and into the kitchen where I am greeted by warm smiles.
"Unfortunately Alex you have to eat breakfast very quickly," says Mrs Pleasure,"We don't want to be caught in traffic."
I quickly pour some cornflakes and milk into a bowl and start scoffing them down until there's nothing left. I stand up and help Mr Pleasure take some beach equipment to the car while Sabina and Mrs Pleasure clears the kitchen.
We all exit the house and jump inside the car. The engine gave a rumbling sound before starting. The radio was on and everyone seemed to be in a good mood.
I looked over to Sabina and say, "This is going to be a great summer." She smiled back at me and takes my hand in hers. For once I can forget about everything that has happened to me in the past year and finally be happy.
It was all going great until the car in front of us blew up.
