Emilia

41: Emilia

-Vincent-

I laid down next to Emilia as I stared up at the white ceiling of her hospital room. My mind was swarming with thoughts of how things were going with finding my father. I wasn't used to this. I wasn't accustomed to taking breaks from work. Every day of my life ever since I was young, I had been busy doing one thing or the other. Not once had I ever had time to just take a chance to sit down and relax.

It was hard to feel relaxed when most of my days are spent worrying about Emilia. Doctor Fields had recommended that she get a therapist to help her open up about what happened so that she didn't have keep it all bottled in. Emilia doesn't talk to her though. When she stops by for her sessions, she just sits there and pretends like the woman doesn't even exist.

I just want her to get better, but every time I try to get her to open up, she doesn't want to talk about it. Then I feel bad because I don't want to pressure her into doing anything. I can't force help on someone who doesn't want to be helped.

Running my hand down my face, I released a heavy sigh before pulling off the blanket. I picked up her hand as I slowly removed it from my chest, trying not to wake her up. She groaned slightly, causing me to freeze before I eased her back to sleep as I placed a few kisses on her head.

When I was sure that she wouldn't wake up again, I got out of her bed and pulled the covers back over her. I replaced my body with my pillow before I put her arm over it to replicate the feeling of me still being next to her.

Then, I placed one last kiss on her head. I headed for the opposite side of the room where the pullout couch and desk were located. Picking up my duffel bag, I unzipped it and took out my laptop and the flash drive I had picked up from the estate.

Sitting down on the couch, I propped up the laptop on the desk as I pulled it closer to me before typing in my password. I glanced at the flash drive, curious to see what was on it before I picked it up. I pulled off the cap, inserting the rest into the USB port.

The blue screen lit up the darkness of the room before a folder popped up that was labeled 'Bruno Fontana.' Clenching my jaw, I double clicked on the folder to reveal a whole bunch of files and videos that were on the inside.

My eyes skimmed over every single one of them as I stared at one that had caught my eye. It was the date of my birthday-my ninth birthday.

The fact that he had footage of this made me even more sick. I didn't know his reason on why he had this, but it only made me hate him even more.

Taking in a deep breath, I clicked on the video as it popped up on the loading screen. It was the security footage from inside of our house. Everything felt much more different as I stared at my childhood home. It made me miss it. But then I remembered the things that used to happen inside of there. The screams and cries that I used to hear, and it instantly made me hate it.

I fast forwarded through the video footage that was facing the empty kitchen until my heart stopped as I seen a woman with dark hair similar to mine enter the screen with a cake in her hands.

I hit play as I watched my mother set it down onto the table before my aunt and myself entered the screen. I remember this all too well. I had sat down at the table as while they sang me happy birthday and the moment that they finished, everything went downhill.

Then, I watched it happen. I watched as all three of us jolted in our positions at the sound of the loud bang of Orlando and his men barging into our home. My eyes couldn't peel away from the screen as I seen one of them rip my aunt away from me, throwing her onto the floor.