alone
734 Words
3 AND HALF YEARS AGO
"Are you really not gonna come." David Setrove- Sian's father- asked him for the upteempth time.
"No." Came his curt reply as he punched the sandbag with powerful blows on after the other.
"She'd have been 15 if she were still alive." David continued nostalgic. He had always wanted a girl child. He wouldn't admit it but he secretly wished Sian was a girl before he was born.
He sighed sadly. His wife is long gone.
'She'd probably hate me if she knew I had such thoughts.' He thought to himself.
"Yea but reminiscing is not gonna magically revive her. She's dead." They all are. Sian added silently feeling a lump forming in his throat.
Though it didn't make sense. Sian wondered if he was cursed at times.
Whether all the woman he got closed to had to die in the end.
First his mother, now Lucy.
He punched the sandbag more fiercely making it go flying across the room.
He bent forward resting him palm on his knees and breathed heavily. Trying to ease the pain he felt in his heart.
"Luna is the same age as her and she looks similar too." David trailed off.
"Dad I do not want to get married and not to f*****g children." Not after she died. She promised she'd always be there for me.
"And definitely not if she is a Black. None of the Blacks trusted Lucy. Not even her f*****g sister. I don't need a constant reminder of how I failed to protect MY fiancée." He yelled angrily at his father.
David's eye widened when his son's registered.
'MY fiancée.'
Sian never once publicly acknowledged the fact they were betrothed.
Sian slumped his shoulders, exhausted and sank to his knees.
"She would've been alive if it wasn't for Talia." He mumbled covering his face.
David wished he could share weight on his son's shoulder but he didn't know how to be there for him. If his wife was still alive it would've been better.
"I will be leaving tomorrow." He stated, not knowing what else to say, and left.
THE NEXT DAY
Sian was jolted awake by his second in command- Alberto, who looked panicked and was breathing heavily.
"You need to get up." He said in Italian.
"What." Sian grumbled, rubbing his eyes trying to rub away his sleep. Certainly not liking being rudely awoken.
"Your dad." He started but wasn't able to complete the rest of the sentence.
Sian straightened his spine feeling chills crawl down his back. His sleep long forgotten now.
"What." Swallow "happened to him." He stuttered out. Praying to God it wasn't what he thought it was.
"He was killed." Alberto said in a rush. Trying to read his friend's expression.
Sian slowly shut his eyes, trying to comprehend what he just heard.
"What." He asked, more like said, hoping he heard him wrong.
"I'm sorry." Alberto said looking remorseful.
"How." Sian asked feeling lightheaded.
"Your father was visiting the child's tomb when someone shot him at point blank." He said quietly.
"Who killed him." Sian asked feeling drained of all his energy. It was just yesterday his father was fine. It hasn't even been 24 hours.
"He don't know for now. Our men are tracking the shooter down as we speak." Alberto reported.
Sian thought he'd never feel this pain again, never feel so empty after Lucy's death. Oh how wrong has he been.
"Leave me alone." Sian whispered exhausted. The day hasn't yet started but it felt like it was over already. All he wanted to do know was pretend he didn't hear anything he just heard and fall back asleep. Just pretend that it's a nightmare he can wake up from.
But he knew it was both impossible and irresponsible. He had now ascended the throne, he has a mafia to lead, a business and the welfare of his people now entirely depends on him.
Alberto quietly moved towards the door. "You know what it means, don't you." He said looking at his friend who seemed to still be in shock.
Sian nodded. How would he not. He had trained all his life for this. He just....thought he wouldn't have to worry about it since his father was still alive and kicking.
He scoffed bitterly when his reality settled in.
He was truly and utterly alone in this world now.
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