DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

FIGHT (DYLAN)

She's pacing the room, running her hand through her short hair. She's worried, her lips are moving rapidly but I can't hear what she says.

My stepmother stands in a corner watching her, trying to calm her. She says something and my baby girl turns around smiling at her and nodding her head.

Elia moves closer and she smiles, they seem to be having a moment. One that turns disastrous in the next moment.

Elia pulls a gun on her and her face pales as she turns to face after pacing. She speaks, her lips trembling and Elia smile, one that can chill your soul.

She speaks ghosting her finger over the trigger. I can see my Ana trembling, I can see the fear on her face, even on the blue-tinted screen.

She seems to protest, begging, pleading but Elia doesn't wavier... and that's when it happens.

Ana pushes forward, her hand covering her abdomen as she dives to the ground, trying to avoid the bullet.

The gun goes off and it all happens in slow motion. It doesn't miss. It hits its target, penetrating her forehead and exiting at the back of her head. Blood splatters against the walls and on the floor.

Her body falls lying still, unmoving. The blood pools around her...

Elia tilts her head before looking at the camera, a grin on her lips. Lowering her gun, she stoops beside Ana, dipping a finger into the pool of blood drawing a symbol on the floor in clear view of the camera.

That's when I saw red.

Beep, beep, beep... Beep, beep, beep...

My mind fades from the dark cloud surrounding it as I hear her heartbeat pick up. It starts to beat rapidly but her body stays unmoving. My heart starts to hammer in my chest and I run from the uncomfortable chair I was seated in.

"Porta qui un fottuto dottore! Adesso!" I bellow stepping into the hall.

Footsteps thud loudly as the Compound doctor runs towards me, fear etched into his face. As he passes me I hear the pager on his hip going off and him cursing. His team follows close behind him but I don't wait for them to step into the room before I am at her bedside.

"Cosa ti ha fatto perdere così tanto tempo?!" I ask darkly, watching as he fusses over my Ana. "Potrebbe morire!" What took you so long?! She could be dying!

By now his team is in the room and I find myself being pushed back.

"Non toccarmi, cazzo!" I yell at the nurse who cowers back in fright. Don't fucking touch me!

"Cosa c'è che non va con lei?!" I grunt out pushing the woman aside, drilling holes into the side of the doctor's head. What is wrong with her?!

The doctor pulls out a tube, pulling the oxygen mask from her face. A nurse opens her mouth and my chest collapse as they push the tube down her throat.

"Cosa c'è che non va con lei?!" I repeat louder, my lungs falling to pump oxygen around my body.

My head starts to pulse and fight back tears as I look at my beautiful, Ana. Her skin is pale, her lips near blue and her eyes sunken. Her hair is shaved, a bandaged wrapped around her crown.

The medical team moves around, seeming to blur in front of my eyes. They yell, medical equipment moving from hand to hand.

Beeeeeeeeeeeep.......

The machine starts to flatline and life leaves my body. Ana! No!

"Ana!" I yell and the doctor snaps his gaze to me, the sympathy in his eyes flooring me.