Page 39 of Saved By A God
My eyes fall on the mountain of rubble that’s buried the woman I love, and as everything goes black, I hope I never wake up again.
Chapter 10
Enzo
My body feels heavy as I fight to open my eyes.
Managing to sit partially up, I turn to the side and brace my palm on the bed.
Pain registers in my hands and forearms.
Did I get shitfaced last night?
Confused why I feel like death warmed up, I shake my head.
I feel a hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay. Mamma’s here.”
Frowning, I glance at my mother, and for a moment my sight blurs before it comes back into focus.
Mom’s eyes are rimmed red, and there are blotches on her neck, telling me she’s been crying a lot.
A desolate emotion, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, creeps into my chest, then it hits, and a harsh breath explodes from me.
Rosie.
My body feels fucking stiff as it moves before the horrible memories can fully flood me. I barely take in the bandages wrapped around my forearms and hands.
“No, Enzo. Wait.” Mom tries to grab hold of me, but I rip free and run out of the room. “Damiano!”
I have to get to Rosie.
Suddenly, Dad comes out of a room up ahead, and unable to dodge him, he manages to grab hold of me, pushing me into a wall. It should be an indicator that I’m out of it when he doesn’t have to use much strength to restrain me, but it barely registers.
Harsh breaths saw over my lips, and when my eyes lock with his, the catastrophic events play out like a sick movie.
‘I love you.’
As Rosie’s final words shudder through me, flashes of the fortress crumbling to dust bombard my mind.
I didn’t say it back. I believed with all my heart I’d get to her in time.
For a moment, the haze of horror lifts, and glancing down the hallway, it registers I’m at the hospital.
“Is she here?” I pull against the hold Dad has on me.
Why else would I be here?
“Which room is Rosie in?”
Rosie was found. Thank fuck.
Just as I exhale a breath of relief, Dad shakes his head. The expression on his face is brutal. Others might mistake it for ruthlessness, but I see the pain, and it rips mercilessly through me. His voice is raw as he says, “Rosie is gone.”
“No.” I shake my head as I grip hold of his sides. “No.”
“Take a moment to breathe,” he orders. “You need to hear me, son.” I lock eyes with him again, and as a groan builds in my chest, he delivers the blow that obliterates everything I am. “You’ve been sedated on and off for the past two weeks, Enzo. The construction companies and rescue personnel worked around the clock. The cadaver dogs only found bone fragments. Everything was incinerated. No one survived the blast.”
The groan escapes, the sound torn right from my soul.
