Chapter-2🌜 Please Save Her!
William's POV
[2 Hours after the gun shot]
We made it to the hospital, the environment around is as terrifying as ever.
The constant-
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
- of ECG from one of the rooms screeching inside my head, making me feel dizzy. Although this ongoing beep is a sound of life still going on, and not ...the inevitable.
Romie...She would be part of it, she would be treated with these machines she hated...
She hated hospitals, she was so afraid of them. But I would make sure to be there for her during her recovery.
If she has PTSD from this, we will deal with this together.
"H-how is she?" I asked, as the doctor came outside. And jumped from my bench to just know...that she's fine, she is still...
No she is... she has to!
B-but...even before her treatment even started..
"I am sorry sir, the bullet hit right at the heart, she has already passed away...." he said sympathetically.
Bullet at heart, that's what the doctor said, but is she actually the only one who's heart was punctured?
Is she the only one who was wounded?
They killed her, and they killed the heart inside me.
The one which pumped all these emotions in me.
Because when this news was announced, I felt like... nothing.
I said... nothing.
Just went back to that bench and just sat down.
??
And it's been an hour since doctors declared her dead.
I am just... numb, like I can feel tears running down my face but I am not wiping them, I am not sobbing, no sounds, just silent cries.
I didn't even know who to call, I don't know if I can even call someone.
At that moment, I just felt so lonely, so broken.
All of these things started running in my head.
Flashbacks of how happy we were, just two hours ago, and how a single, merciless gunshot, destroyed everything.
How her parents will live without her... parents...I need to call her parents..
I called her parents, and they were completely devastated. And I don't even know what I said to them, how I even dialed Liam's number.
Regina fainted because of the shock, and just because I knew she would take it like that, I called Liam, Romie's dad. Although he was a crying mess too. But he is taking it better than her.
And I am just sitting on this hospital bench.
..
I can't call my own family, simply because they won't care.
Also, they don't have any idea that I even have a girlfriend.
I didn't tell them because, in their materialistic eyes, I shouldn't even think about spending my time with someone who comes from a 'small family'.
Jacob Maxwell is a classist like that..
So I can't call him, and not my mother, because she would be busy with her work...
But I know who I can call, someone who would be available for me when I need him, anytime and every time. My bestfriend, and only friend, Ryan.
In my life there are... were only two people I cared about and who cared about me, Romie and Ryan.
There's my mom too, but she's just helplessly controlled by my dad, her own work, no matter how much she cares.
So I called him, and he picked it up in three rings, "Hey, what's up dude? Was just about to go back from my football practice." I heard the sound of him shutting his car door. Telling me he is inside now, and possibly alone.
"R-Ryan" I sobbed his name out. And I could tell, that made him immediately serious, by how his breathing stopped.
"Hey Will what happened? You okay?" I know he's panicking too, from his voice.
"Romie..Romie...got shot. T-They killed her." Just thinking about that, is making me cry harder. All the emotions coming out of that statuesque heart.
There was a pause in the line for a second, I thought my tears cut the call, but I saw it was still going...
"Oh no...Will, they did what, and they as in who?!" I know the way he is screaming he is worried, but I am guessing something told him, now is not the time to scream so he asked this a little gentler, worry still evident, "Wait are you hurt?
Also, where are you?
I am coming."
"I-I am at the City hospital..they.." I sobbed just thinking about it, "I called 911 and they brought us here..."
"She..she couldn't make it they said"
"I..I am sorry to hear that Will, but please tell me, are you hurt?" I know from his voice, he is struggling, he is not good with expressing emotions, but I know he cares.
"Not physically..." I trailed off.
"Okay, I am on my way, do you want me to keep the call going, while I come?" He asked
"N-no don't do that, drive safe...please"
After losing her, I can't lose him now...
"I will, I'll be there in 15 minutes, take care." He ended the call.
And I just put the phone back in my pocket, or I think I did. Because I was way too self-absorbed.
Everything felt like it was just frozen.
People were moving around me, but at the same time, they weren't.
There was too much noise.
And a serene silence.
I was sitting in the hospital lobby and I saw dozens of patients coming inside, some on stretchers, some on wheelchairs and.
.. past me would have been horrified with this image.
I hated this image. I hated hospitals, just like her.
The crying of the patient's family, the whole stressful environment.
But now I felt...nothing.
As if her death took away emotions and only left sadness, too much sadness.
As they say, you don't feel other's pain, when yours is worse, I didn't feel - anything except eternal grief - from the cries of that little child sitting right beside me, who lost both of her parents tonight too.
I wanted to console that little girl, but I couldn't, it's like my hands were not even mine.
Someone from her family picked her up, and that little girl went with them.
Seeing that little girl hiccupping, gasping for air, shaking with her own loss, at such a little age.
Told me a lot about life...
How cruel it is...
Ryan didn't even call when he arrived. Somehow he found me sitting on that bench and just without a word, hugged me.
A hug way too tight, as if he knew I needed it.
Like we are close, but we never hugged, at most, bro hugs here and there, but this was emotional.
And I just said meaningless words on his shoulders while sobbing and trembling.
"They k-killed her.."
And Ryan just rubbed my back while I cried my lungs out. And we came out to sit in his car, just for a while, because he knew talking there won't be right.
When I was quiet for a while. He asked, "Do you know who they were?"
And that took away the sadness - not completely, because nothing could - and filled me with anger, animalistic fury.
"Belladonna. It was a fucking Belladonna."
"Belladonna?" That made him pause, because you don't just throw around the name of such a big mafia family like that. The whole of NYC knows they are not to mess with. "What do they have to do with her? And wait.. how are you so sure, did you see them?"
"I don't have the exact evidence, but I know it's them. Do you remember the signature snake tattoo, that fucker, Vance Belladonna has on his forearms? And apparently so does every man in his family?"
"I do, it's way too detailed to forget or miss out"
"The one who shot her, had that tattoo, he was covered in all black and his face was masked, so I don't know who exactly it was, but I am sure it was a Belladonna." I said, thinking about that exact moment.
Maybe it's my melancholy which is making me find a reason.
To blame someone...
Or maybe it's an instinct, that's telling me, it's them.
"Although I know, he is a douchebag and bullied you a hell of a lot in college, until he graduated... But why would he do that, like killing Romie is much bigger than mindless bullying." He paused. "And we can't just blame someone based on their tattoo, snake tattoos are common."
"I don't know... B-But trust me it was a Belladonna, maybe not exactly him, but it was someone from their family.
The tattoo was just like his, the assassin was tall like him.
Moreover, he was wearing a type of ring I saw him wear, I don't know the colour of that gem for sure, but the shape, the cut, the size.
...it's definitely one of them." I continued, it's like a valve was turned open,
"And.
..who else do you think would do a murder like that and get away? "
"Even though the police came, they filed the case. But the way their eyes widened, when I mentioned the snake tattoo. I don't think they would do much." I laughed, with no humour in my voice. Even my eyes were too numb to drop another tear.
"Fucking Belladonna's Ass-lickers!" I sneered.
"So it's them.." Ryan said in a thoughtful voice. "I just can't understand why? Like what would they get from killing her.."
"I don't know...but one thing is sure I would make that masked fucker pay. I would find out the reason and expose that masked man." I said with full conviction.
"Doesn't matter what it would take."
My eyes were red and my voice was way too deep and quiet.
"And I would help you with that." He said reciprocating my conviction.
That made me pause
"You would? Y-you don't have to...It's my revenge."
"Your revenge is my revenge Will, I will help you in that, we will take them down together!" He said
"They will be exposed, and taken down..for sure." I said. How could they?! I will make them pay, that fucker who fucking fired the gun, I would kill that cunt!
"But before that..what about her? Did you tell her parents?" He asked
"I did and they are.. not good. Her body is still not handed over to us." I wiped my tears, "W-we need to plan her funeral.."
Now, I have a reason, the reason to find the assassin.
Take my revenge.
They took everything from me.
I can't bring her back, but I will take their peace.
Piece by piece.