Mafia's Curves novel Chapter 34

Third person's POV

The petit girl dressed in black wiped the streak of tears that fell from her eyes. She sat idly on the bench of the park looking at nothing in particular. She has no one to turn to now.... Now that he is gone.

It seemed like she had no purpose to live and she didn't. The only man she ever loved is dead, he has been snatched away from her... once again but this time for good.

Her entire face was swollen from crying so much for the past few days. Her innocent brown eyes has no life left in them anymore, the pink swollen lips that he used to love so much is now blue and dry due to lack of hydration. Her sleek black hair that used to shine is now dull, nothing about her is right. Her appearance looks just as dead as she feels from inside, hollow. Once a cheery girl is now a emotionless block of stone.

She has been sucked into the oblivious whirlpool of bleak darkness, where she physically feels pains but mentally she feels numb.

She took a deep breath of the fresh air, according to Diana, he used to come here often. And it truly does smell like him too, morning dew and wood. He heart scrunched up in grieve.

Two days that's how long Fallon has been coping up with Hayden's death. All she has done I these two days is crying till she faints then wake up and cry again untill she throws up and faints again. The maids help her clean herself up sometimes but she really needs to be alone.

Fallon has been touring herself with every memory for Hayden. She couldn't just digest the fact that he is dead, her heart stopped beating for a couple of seconds. She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat, more like the sob threating to come out.

She didn't wanna cry in a place where her Hayden used to find peace. Tears streamed down her face without a pause, biting her lips so that no sound would come out. She leaned back on the bench trying to steady her breath.

But Fallon isn't the one who took the news the hardest, it is his mother. She has been sitting in Caleb's childhood room with his favourite toys and security blanket wrapped around her. She has not moved an inch from the spot, where her baby used to sleep, she sits there looking longingly at the bed.

Her husband tried to take her to her bedroom but she didn't move or even say anything. She just sat there. All she could do was remember her son's memories. His first mumma, first crawl, first walk, first tooth he grew, the first tooth he lost. Everything. It haunted her, she will never be able to make her boy sleep on her lap singing lullaby or feeding him his favourite food.

Her sweet little boy is dead.

Her eyes filled with another set of tears and the throabing pain reappeared in her head. She sobbed with Caleb's memory going through her head and hitting her like a train. The pain in her head increased and she collapsed against the cot, the second time for today.

The rest of the family members are no different. The father is drowning himself in the comfort of alcohol. He lays on his office couch the entire day drinking his son's favourite drinks. There are a tons of diaries of Caleb neatly kept on the coffee table. When ever after drinking himself to oblivion the full ache doesn't go away, he pulls out a diary and reads his son's pre-puberty and teen thoughts and emotions.

Sometime the ache would only increase, reading how Caleb felt proud when his dad used to praise him for getting good grades in school or doing well in sports. His eyes filled with tears of agony when he read the part where Caleb wrote how his father's burnt cookies were better than his brother Alexander's disgusting tuna turkey sandwich.

He took a half empty bottle of Jameson and drowned the whole content.

Diana suffered internally, she couldn't cry infront of her kids. She bottled all of her emotions when her kids were around, which is most of the time. She would have a fake smile on her face and go on with her day. But ever night or whenever she was alone, she'd wail.

She'd cry untill she has no tears left. Sometimes her breathing would get difficult and she'd have to take medicines.