Chapter 14 Anya's Gone

Alexander Vittorio POV

Coming to, I’m confused as fuck. My body feels like it’s been torn apart, and I struggle to pry my eyes open. For a blissful moment, I don’t remember what happened as I glance around the sterile room, seeing Maryo sitting on an armchair.

My best friend glances at me, and instantly a smile spreads over his face. He rushes to the doorway, and leaning out into the hallway, he shouts, “Xander’s awake!”

My parents and Tanya come barreling into the hospital room.

Mama looks like she’s aged ten years, a shock of white streaks in her dark brown hair. Her face has new lines, and her eyes are dull with heartache.

Tanya starts to cry and comes to grab my hand.

Then my eyes land on my father’s stern face.

Marc Vincent. Anya. The moment of bliss splinters, and every shard flays my soul to shreds.

My brother’s head falls forward, and blood trickles from the gunshot wound to his temple.

NONONONONO!

My body fails me, and as I drop to my knees, three shots echo into the night. M