Savanah Garcia
She thought she was a Garcia
She was only just 9 years old when everyone forgot about her.
She's been bullied, gone through a heartache, been kidnaped, has a best friend dealing with cancer, her family has turn their backs on her, wh...
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- Third Person POV -
The cousins that had been rescued, now lay securely in hospital rooms, while their chests continued to rise in fall.
But one cousin was not out of surgery, which had one entire family panicked for his life. Would he make it out alive? Or would there be more complications that he would have to live with for the rest of his life?
Juan Rodriguez
No one knew what was going to happen to the 14 year old boy. He had been at boarding school for most of his life, seeing as his mother thought he was troubled, so she spun a little web of lies into his father's head, who believed whatever his wife said.
So, the one time he comes home for the family gathering, he is the one that will be scarred for life. Hopefully, he will be the one that can tell the story to the ones he loves most.
"Any update?" Santiago asked his little brother, Luis. "Nothing yet" Luis didn't dare turn his eyes away from the window which showed his youngest sons lifeless body on a surgical table.
All he wished was for his son to open his eyes and sit up. To tell him that he didn't want to go back to boarding school or that he was getting bullied by his older brother, Alvaro.
Alvaro and Juan had become the best of friends, as they were both at boarding school, while Carmen and Carlos were still left at home. They had each other, but would they still have each other after this?
"He has to live" Alvaro murmured to whoever would listen to him. He knew that he wouldn't get a response, but that didn't matter. His little brother, his little buddy, had to live. He couldn't go back on his own.
Alvaro had already lost his baby sister, which was Juan's twin, so he couldn't possibly lose his baby brother. The two of them, now one, had always meant the world to him. He wasn't a people person, but he had an exception.
It Juan and Juliana.
Not his mother, not his father, not his older brother, not his little sister. His twin siblings, who were both about to be deemed as dead.
"I know, but-" Carlos spoke to his younger brother, a hand resting on Alvaro's shoulder, who shook it off as soon as they came into contact. Alvaro cut him off by saying "there is no but this time. There was a but last time and there wont be one this time. We know how it ends"
They all knew how it ended.
Someone didn't make it. Someone didn't get to live another day all because of what their parents had caused.
But was it there parents that were really at fault when they didn't have a choice either? Was it even anyone's fault anymore? Were they all just too deep down the family line to know who was right and wrong?
"Yes, but this time is different, and you know it. He made it to the hospital, a step further than she did. She didn't get the chance to be operated on"
