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'I thought you love me.'
Her words rang in my head and I couldn't bring myself to shake them off. Whenever I close my eyes I see her bruised fragile body lying in that hospital bed and her broken stare.
It's been a month since Antea has been hospitalized. It's been a month since she spoke a single word or looked at any of us at all. Since she woke up that day she just blankly stares in the wall and keeps herself muted.
She doesn't even eat that much, only a couple of bites and she would push the plate away from herself. I don't remember the last time I saw her smiling and it hurt so much to know that I'm the cause of that. I can see her face lit up a little when she sees Emiliano but that would be it.
She is not the same ever since that night and I know that that's my fault. If I wasn't such a fool and left her there without looking through everything, she wouldn't be like this.
Who knows maybe if nothing of that happen by now we would found out that we are expecting a new member. We would be happy. Together. A family.
"I was thinking maybe we should call Daniel?" Dante's voice brought me to the present. I shook my head with a frown and looked at him slowly.
We were still in Italy and I don't know when we will go back to States. The plan at this moment is to stay here and take care of business from this spot until dad wakes up. Then we will see what will happen later.
"Daniel? Who's Daniel?" I asked not paying attention to his speech earlier. "Antea's brother. You know the one I'm friend with." He said but I could hear the annoyance in his voice "I was thinking maybe if we brought him here she would give some sort of reaction. They were and still are close, maybe she would speak to him or something. Tell him how we can help her." He said the last part silently looking down on his hands in his lap.
I looked at him I never saw my brother in such distress he was always the hipper one from all of us. And now.. he's just there. There is no more than a playful glint in his eyes that would promise some kind of shit from him.
"Don't get me the wrong idea is on point but do you want him in this mess? I think it's not smart to put a target on his back and beside Antea wouldn't like that." Marino chipped in conversation.
"Yeah, I didn't really think about it." Dante said sadly "I just... I can't look at her while she is like that. She doesn't speak to anyone. She doesn't eat. For fuck sake I'm not even sure does she sleeps at night. I'm... I'm scared for her." He said as he slumped back against the couch and ran a hand over his face.
"I know. Me too." I said leaning back against the couch myself. Dante and I after that day when we heard what happened to Antea in a warehouse, we fought. Well, it was more war than a fight. Punches were flying along with glasses, chairs, knifes.. it was.. memorable.
He forgives me, kind of, he said that I need to fix with which I agree. However, I can see anger and something close to sorrow in his eyes whenever he looks at me. I don't think that he will ever forget, I know that I won't. Don't get me wrong there is still tension between us but it's easier than before.
