For The Sake Of Him {Clan Mafiõso Series II} On Hold

Chapter-21: Hiding Behind Smiles.

I didn't want help anymore.

All I wanted was to fade away in the darkness that surrounded me. I wanted to fade away into oblivion, to the place where Genelia was.

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Bautista

"Her twin sister is buried here." The moment I heard these words, my heart stopped.

What?

"Sylvia...had a twin sister?" Dante asked as he ran beside Janet.

"She did."

We began running uphill to where Janet lead us. I knew this place well, since I was a regular visitor here. The cemetry was divided in two parts that were separated by a hill.

"Can you see her?" Janet asked us.

I was frantic because I knew I had caused a blunder. I looked around as I walked making sure she wasn't on the hill.

"Can you hear her through the phone?" Dante asked.

Janet hadn't taken off the phone even once all the way to the cemetery.

"She can't understand anything when she gets a panic attack. And I can't hear anything. I don't know if she's even near her phone anymore."

"Cut the phone and call her again. Sounds echoes here. We'll here her phone ring." I suggested.

Anxiety was seeping into me. I just wanted her to be safe. She had to be safe. My heart was a whirlwind of emotions.

Within moments we heard a phone ring. She was closer than we thought. Without wasting a second, I dashed in the direction of the sound.

The farther I ran, the more closer U came to the edge of the hill top. All possible negative thoughts ran through my head as I neared to the brightly lit phone. It was very near to the edge.

I didn't want my suspicions to be true, but Sylvia was not beside her phone. She could've fallen down the hill and onto some gravestone.

"No...No, no. It can't be." My knees buckled. I dragged my body towards the edge but dreaded to see at the foot of the hill. Images of her injured body floated through my mind and water pooled into my eyes.

I couldn't let her die. I just couldn't.

"Sylvia!" I heard Janet scream from behind me. She too would've probably come to the same conclusion as me.

"Alejandro! She's here."

My head whipped in the direction from where I heard Dante call me out. To the west of the edge, I could see Janet kneeling beside a figure.

My body stood on its own accord and made its way towards them. My feet only stopped when I saw a sight that made my heart wrench.

In the grass, was Sylvia, her eyes unfocused, dirt covering her face and her whole body trembling.

Janet was trying to get her to calm down but everytime Janet touched her, she lashed out.

Sylvia's back was towards me. I walked towards her and engulfed her body into mine. Immediately, I felt her hands trying to push me away but I couldn't get myself to let her go. I just couldn't see her like that.

She was muttering incoherant things and the only word I managed to understand was 'dying'.

"It's okay, Sylvia."

Dante was crouching beside me, his hand was on Sylvia's head patting it softly. She continued yo struggle in my arms for a while, but I could feel her giving in to me.

"What...we don't know what to to Janet..." Dante seemed genuinely concerned.

"She's...sort of stuck in the attack. Let her relax a little, then I'll ask her to try and focus on her breathing." She said. "It has worked before."

After a while, she had stopped struggling against me, but she was still suffering.

"Sylvia..." Janet said in a soothing tone. "Breathe."

Sylvia could hear Janet cause she leaned towards her.

"I want you to focus on your breath. Take in a deep breath and then exhale."

Sylvia was responding. Her body moved according to Janet's instructions.

"She's here." Janet sighed in relief. "It's been over two years since she's had them. We thought she was over it."

Sylvia had slumped against my chest, slight snores leaving her body.

"They tire her out." Janet brushed away Sylvia's hair away from her sweat slicked forehead. "Let her stay like this for a while. We'll drop her to her house in a while."

"I...how, I never thought she..." Dante was at a loss of words. He pulled out grass as he tried to make a sentence.

"I know it's hard to believe. It's hard for me to understand how come after two years..." She trailed away.

"Are these panic attacks triggered by something?" Dante asked, his eyes reflecting the light of nearby street lamp, as he talked to Janet.

"Probably. Initially, she had them whenever she thought or talkrd about how Genelia...err...her sister died."

I knew I had fucked up big time when I had uttered those unfortunate words to Sylvia this morning. Her face had drained of all colour and it seemed as if I had jabbed a knife straight through her heart.

She was not who I thought her as.

Behind those sparkling eyes was an aching heart, behind all her smiles, she was actually falling apart.

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I am not going to explain why I am updating so late, or why this chapter is not edited yet.

I don't have time for that rn.

I am gonna get on track soon. Sorry is all I can say.

Love
Isha