= Chapter 36 =

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"All hearts break, don't lose faith, you can't live that way."

-Jeremy Lockhart
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(WARNING: SLIGHT VIOLENCE IN THIS CHAPTER)
SKYLAR⚓️

"WHAT?! You've got to be kidding me!" I moved slightly backwards, not believing his words.

Was he lying to me? I mean, there were always two parts to a story.

"But...you guys hate each other, how could you have been his—" I gave him a puzzled look before he interrupted me.

"Like I said, we were best friends." He emphasized his words once more. Swallowing the overwhelming news I just got, I tried to clear my mind to listen to him further.

"So...what happen?" I grasped my fingers together, squeezing them tightly.

I wasn't sure what to expect this time...

" I was living a life of a peaceful 10 year old in this town, doing the usual like playing soccer and hanging out with Dante. But everything changed on the 29 February 2000...

(Start of Flashback)

"Why don't you come over to my house to get a drink first before going back? I'm sure your mom won't mind!" I slapped the back of his head playfully.

"Fine, fine. I'm only coming over cause it's after training and I'm so thirsty. But I have to leave immediately afterwards." Dante whined.

Grabbing his SnapBack, I dashed away with him chasing after me. Our laughters filled the streets of our lonely neighborhood then, the leaves rustling as we ran over them.

Once my house came in view, I stopped abruptly. Dante followed a suit.

"Why is your door wide open?" He whispered, placing his SnapBack over his jet black hair. Signaling him to remain quiet, I tiptoed to the door with him following behind.

"NOW YOU'LL FEEL THE PAIN I FELT, ELENA! YOU NEVER KNEW WHAT IT FELT TO BE HEART BROKEN, WELL LET ME SHOW YOU!" A malicious voice screamed.

Swallowing hard, I hid behind the cabinet with Dante as I noticed two masked man in the living room.

Both men had an eagle tattooed onto their fists accompanied with a bronze necklace which had a shape of an eagle hung onto it.

My eyes widened in fear as my eyes came upon my mom and dad tied onto a chair in thick ropes, along with my younger sister, Doña, who was grabbed roughly by one of the masked man.

Out of natural instinct, I wanted to stand up and prevent those men from causing any further harm but my dad who noticed me, gave me a stern look as he subtly shook his head.

He warned me not to save them. I followed obediently, even when I had a choice.

The masked man's lips curled into a sneer as he stared down at the pure innocence in his hand—Doña. Without hesitation, he pulled out his sharper blade and stabbed it right through her. Through her flesh, he tore her...and the most loving organ of hers—her heart.

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