Chapter 102 Heavy Shoulders
Serena's POV
I nearly choked on my spit at the sound of the voice.
I felt my eyes roll back and my pupils dilate.
He hung up immediately and I was left holding the phone to my ear like I was having lapses.
How?
When?
Who?
Everything swirled around in my head at the intensity behind his voice.
But none came with an answer.
“I—I”
I couldn't find any words to say at this point.
So I turned to the doctor with my brows pulled up, asking him what happened here.
He offered me an apologetic smile. “Mr. Russo sees everything, Mr. Russo knows everything, I'm sorry,” he muttered.
I looked away, not sure if I wanted to tell him in my mind.
I saw an envelope swirling around my face and turned to see that he'd been pointing an envelope in my face.
“What is this?” I asked in a whisper.
“Your test result,” he replied softly.
I completely forgot about the whole test and result stuff.
I lost the desire to do anything, I just wish they'd admit me into the hospital at once.
I stared at the letter, not making any attempt to take it from his hands.
“Just take it, it could help change things,” he whispered.
“What's special about it?” I asked.
“I can't tell you cause I haven't read it, just check it when you can,” he replied and I reluctantly took the letter from him.
I didn't have the push to open it, so I just remained sitted, barely holding it between my fingers.
“Don't joke with Mr Russo, I've heard loads of stories, he barely never means it when he says it,” he warned when I'd remained sitted for a second too long.
I didn't respond to him, neither did I move. I remained slouched down on the chair and when I felt I had enough, I pushed myself up.
I didn't thank him, I couldn't even say a word to him.
I just dragged my feet out of the doctor's office and down the way to the exit.
I couldn't tell how my face looked but if it was anything like how I felt, then it must be looking dead.
And that was confirmed by the faces of the different patients and people along the way.
They looked at me with an apologetic look on their faces, like the worst had happened to me.
I couldn't blame them. I had my test result hanging loosely from my hand, was dragging my feet along the way and a very dead look on my face.
The receptionist stopped me on the way.
“Brighten up, it's not the end of the world,” she muttered.
I stopped.
She was the first person that actually bothered to stop me and for some reason, I wish she hadn't.
Maybe she feels I'm sick, or I've got some terminal disease like that and that's why I'm looking this way.
I wanted to tell her how I felt, to tell her that what was going on to me was more than a terminal disease.
That I would prefer to be sick than be in the situation I was.
I would prefer to be diagnosed than be trapped with no room to breathe.
But I didn't say any of that. I didn't say anything at all.
She was still staring at me sadly and I did the only thing that was ringing in my mind.
I raised my middle finger at her.
She pulled her face back and honestly looked hurt.
But that wasn't my concern. I dragged my feet out of the hospital, ensuring the door banged as I left.
I didn't bother hiding it as I moved along the road.
Passerbys stared at me as I went by and some even went as far as waving apologetically at me.
Like they knew half of what was happening to me.
For a second, I wondered why exactly I was going back. For a moment, I felt like running away, like going far away with the little money I had on me.
But I remembered my mother, I feared what Dante would do to her. I couldn't even recall the way down there and even if I could, I wondered how I'd get there and take her out without Dante being aware.
Just a short walk to the hospital alone, he was already aware.
How much more his own safehouse.
Then the fear of what he would do to me if he found me even after I ran away.
I couldn't bring myself to run, so I painfully dragged myself back to the penthouse.
On the way to the backdoor, I went against the idea of using it.
Afterall, he already knew, no need hiding again.
I made my way slowly around the place and to the front.
His car wasn't parked where it normally was, meaning he wasn't back yet.
I dragged my feet to the entrance and the door opened as I reached.
“Welcome back, Mrs Moretti,” the door guard said and I felt sick.
I stared at him with the ugliest look I could muster, a gun in my hand now would have been his end.
I walked past him, not bothering to say a word.
On the way to the elevator, my eyes caught sight of Juliana at the corner to the kitchen.
She was standing with her hands tucked between her legs and shaking.
She looked up but didn't hold sight with me for a second.
“I’m—so—sorry, the guard forced me,” she muttered.
I stared at her, not having it in me to yell at her or do anything.
I just turned and walked towards the elevator.
As I reached for the button, a voice stopped me from behind me.
“Serena,” it called and I recognized it immediately.
Valentina.
I turned to her and she had an apologetic look in her eyes.
“I'm sorry for what you are going through,” she muttered.
I offered her a sad smile and pressed the button, stepping into the elevator as it opened.
It took me up and I dragged my feet towards my room.
Inside, I tossed the test result on the dressing table and dropped on the bed with my hand in my face.
I wanted to cry, but the tears refused to come out.
I don't know how long I stayed like that but my head shot up when I heard a car rolling into the yard.
It was followed by a long bang and a few thunderous shouts from the same man I fear.
I began to panic as I felt he would be here at any second.
It wasn't long again before the room doors flew open and I bolted to my feet with them.
Dante came barging in and looking raged.
“Dante, I can ex—”