Shattered Hearts (Completed Sequel of Drugshot - Bride of Depp) #Wattys2016

Chapter XVII

"Breathe"

From the moment Helena steps out of the hospital with her mother and older brother, I have been watching and following her like a stalker. It was on the night we rushed Nelle to the hospital after falling unconscious that her mom decided to finally take Hellie out of the box where we filled her brains with lies and excuses. It is time for Hellie to learn the truth about her father...and about the two little angels waiting for her to come home---to really come home.

I start the engine of our Porsche cayenne and track the road they travel riding Tom's hummer to the cemetery where we buried the remains of her father back in 2004. We're at the verge of throwing all our cards now just to get my wife back to present...hopefully.

I stay inside the car, contemplating whether I should be with them as they reveal her the truth about her father...taking my time to think, I stayed and plan my next move after this... We can't just tell her everything at once, I don't think she'll be able to process too much information that fast. There has to be a way that we can tell her the truth while being able to protect her from too much pain.
It has been almost ten minutes since they stepped out of the hummer and walk towards Hellie's grandparents grave. From the window of the car, I can see her back as her mom pulls her to another grave. The grave where both her father and our first baby lies in...

I finally take courage to step out of the car and as a cold wind of air hits my face, I'm greeted by screams of torment, eerier than the cold breeze of air whistling all around the graves in this old cemetery...

Not too far from where I stand, I can hear loud cries from Helena who kneels in front of her father's grave. I feel like my feet grew roots, digging and holding into the depth of the dark and corpse-sufficient soil of this cemetery, making it impossible for me to move as I watch her kneeling with her upper body almost lying on the grave of her father while embracing the plate of marmol where her dad's name is engraved on. I witness until she remains screaming with no sound as she lost her voice because of too much grief... Then she suddenly stands up, not minding the soil, grass and dirt sticking into her dress and she starts to run away from her mom.

She runs as fast as her weak legs can let her while holding her temples beneath her palms...she runs until she gets her voice back and she continues screaming...crying her heart out...
Knowing that she's weak, and broken, and crushed into God knows how many pieces, my feet finally take a step forward towards her, catching her as she bumps into my chest, sobbing loudly.

"Helena..." I hear myself calling her name...
"G-Get me out of here..." She says not even looking at me, not even daring to open her eyes. She just keeps on pleading for me to take her away but I can't get myself to hold her, afraid that when I do, I'd only hurt and crush her more; worse than how crushed she already is...afraid of myself that once she opens her eyes and look at me, I might tell her truths that she's not yet prepared to hear.

I feel my heart rumming against my chest just looking at her in so much grief... God, my wife doesn't deserve to be in all this shit. She's never done anything wrong to the world, it was and STILL IS my fault... Seeing her suffer like this because of me is too much of a punishment. If there's anyone in the world who should be dealing with this kind of punishment, it should be me! Not my wife...not our children.

I feel her eyes burning mine with so much sadness as she finally looks up. Then in mere seconds she's pushing me away from her.
"Hellie..." She stares at me confused and in pain, then she begins shaking her head as she cups her temples again.
"N-no..." She whispers to herself at first before she screams and runs again; away from me.

Dying everytime I see her back like this, I finally grab her wrist, stopping her from going anywhere and locking her inside my arms as my tears begin falling.
"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry Hel..." I feel her weak body against mine as I lock her in my arms. I can feel her chest heaving against my rib cage as she cries out loud and beg me to take her away...
Then suddenly it dawns on me that she's shaking terribly.
"T-take...me...aw-w-ay..." She says in a hoarse voice. Then her weight lies on me as she throws her head back, her eyes were unfocused; dilated, until they roll backwards, leaving all the white of her eyeballs visible through the slit of her beautiful eyes.