CRYPT (DYLAN)

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I fist the cellphone, gritting my teeth as I hear the cries on the other end, guilt and sorrow tightening around my heart.

I look out the window, the dark starless sky taunting me. It represents what I am now without her... dark, lost, alone.

"D-Daddy," I hear her shaky voice and I clench my fist, hating the pain in her voice.

The crescent moon casts a glow into the pitch-black room, illuminating the distraught on my face.

"Princepesa," I say softly, willing myself not to break down with her on the line.

"M-Mama, won't tell me what's wrong..." she says with hiccups. "She's crying and calling Momma's name... W-What's wrong with my Mommy?"

Regret. Guilt. Disappointment. They hit me all at once. I regret not being there with Ana, to protect her. I feel guilty because she got hurt because of me. Knowing this happened because they wanted to send me a message, it tears me apart.

I'm disappointed in myself for not noticing that my enemy was right under my nose. I let Ana down. I vowed that I would protect her and now she's in a coma fighting for her life. I let down my daughter, I let down our baby. I failed at the most important job of being a father, a husband, a man... to protect my family.

"Your Mommy's hurt princepesa but she's fighting to get better," I say trying to keep the tremble from my voice.

I need to be strong for her. This is not the time to break down.

"Momma's hurt?" she asks with a sob and I feel my heart breaking.

"Princepesa... It's going to be okay... your mommy will be okay,"...she has to be... I reassure, trying to calm her but she cries, hiccupping and calling for her mommy.

I sit there trying to calm my little princess as she cries, finding it hard to do with just words. I want to be there, to hold her in my arms. I never want to see her cry. I want to see her smile, see those big, bright eyes of hers sparkle in joy...

... I want us to be a happy family. I want my Ana back.

I hear shuffling on the other side of the phone and I hear Aunt Christina, trying to soothe her. They both are blubbering with cries but they provide each other with comfort.

"Christi? Diana!" I hear as a door is slammed.

"J-Johnattan... Our b-baby!" Aunt Christina cries and I listen as they talk.

A numbness starts to steep into my chest as I listen to the pain and anguish in their words and cries. I started this.

"Dylan..." his voice distracts me from my thoughts.

"Uncle Johnattan..."

"We're leaving for Palermo first thing tomorrow... Make the necessary arrangements..." his words are chipped, hinting at the anger he tries to withhold.

"Yes sir."

He goes silent, sobbing the only thing I hear.

"How is she?" he asks emotion choking his voice.

I relay to him what the doctor had told me and I hear him take a sharp intake of breath.

"She's pregnant..." he murmurs and Aunt Christina's sobs become louder.

"We'll be in Miami at 7 a.m. tomorrow. Whatever needs to be done do it. We'll see each other then,"... and before I can reply he hangs up.

An hour ago, I left Ana in the infirmary with a promise. One I will fulfill.

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