11_ dead

Easton, Hunter, De Russo


My heartbeat was really rapid. There are many negative thoughts that continue to plague me. Dad couldn't have passed away like this. I shall not watch as the final member of my family passes away.

When the nurse informed me that my father was in the surgery room, I inquired at the information desk as soon as I entered the hospital. My legs started shaking, and I felt incredibly dizzy. After a long period, I felt terrified once more. I was the only one in this fucking universe when my father passed away. On the way back from the party, I learned that my father had been in a vehicle accident. The fact that my father is overly careful in my opinion makes it seem so ludicrous. Perhaps nothing in this world is perfect. My father is also not exempted. Or perhaps someone had already done that to him.

My hand tightens as I realize it was Yantisco once more. The only enemy of my father I know was him.

I use both of my hands to comb my hair in frustration. What will happen after that? He would left me alone. I understood him, even though for the previous few years we've always had trouble communicating. He never had time for everyone or everything because he was so busy. To forget what had happened to his mother, he understand it too. Because we weren't there for my mother when she passed away, I have continued to act in the same way. Mom wouldn't have been taken away if he had been with her that day. Tears well up in his eyes as he thinks of his mother. He couldn't pass away this way. Not before we've seek for justice for Mom and Angeline fairly.

The Great Homer Sr. De Russo could not pass away in the same manner as my mother. He cannot abandon me on my own!

When the surgeon apologized to me as he exited the operating room, however, my entire world fell apart in front of me. I briefly stopped breathing and thought, "No, it's impossible. Just last night, we got together. I quickly grab the doctor's collar and jerk it back and forth. I don't care if the little man I shook was a physician. I yell for him to send for my grandfather! Like the day my mother and Angeline died, I get the feeling that my heart has been broken all over again. I experienced anguish, denial, and fear. In my fury right now, I could destroy this facility. "No, he can't die!" However, my butler made an effort to stop me from doing the doctor too much harm. He works to relax me. Tell me everything will be fine by patting my shoulder. I was so angry that I closed my eyes, took a breath, and exhaled. I take a stroll outside to calm my nerves. It's practically afternoon already. I didn't realize that I hadn't left the hospital since I got there until now. The sun is about to set, just like my current situation. I chose a bench outside the hospital and sat down. Consider what will occur to me. I've been miserable my entire life. The one person who can always keep me in sane is my father. He is aware of my behavior since I have been hating myself for abandoning my mother and Angeline.

Even though I am aware that my father is still blaming himself for not being there for my mother when she most needed him, I choose to keep a distance from him and live on my own. I only visit him sometimes or if I want to unwind. No one can now comprehend my anguish because he is no longer here.

Before he could started crying, I see a girl sitting on the other bench. She is dressed in a yellow gown. Her long, straight hair falls to the side in the breeze. She drew closer, but I couldn't see her face. addressing the ground. I merely catch a brief glimpse of her. yet even so, I think, it's wonderful from a distance. Because I can't see her entire face, that is all I can say.

Lou immediately comes to mind. The first time I saw her, she was likewise in tears. To think of it, she was also donning a yellow outfit that day. Right, coincidence? I grin at the idea that he recalls how she waved goodbye and smiled when we located her family on that particular day, and that we haven't run into each other since. Every time I think of that girl, I feel calmer. Isn't it strange that she can treat me that way after just meeting me once? Despite falling for Angeline, I will always remember Lou as the first female I ever liked. I gave a headshake. Pretty baby, if you could please help me solve this problem. I was looking above the brilliant blue sky when I was saying that. I received a distant call from our butler. I jumped to my feet and headed his way. He might need assistance with something pertaining to my father's documents. Forgetting the woman at the bench.


It has been a week since he was able to outlast the funeral for his father. The only thing he can do right now is move on, even though he still finds it hard to believe.

"What! Are you kidding me attorney?" That cannot be done to me by my father. I have to look after my brother and live with me, according to my father's last will and testament. As he repeatedly read his fucking good father's will in front of their solicitor, he was shouting angrily. It would be unfair to subject me to it. After blaming and accepting responsibility for a week, his head is still in a jumble. Another issue has arisen, one that his father caused, and I find myself wanting to extricate him from his coffin.

"This testament was made by your father three years ago and it's clear as water what he wanted." You should be with your half brother, according to him. Sir, your father asked you to teach him. If you didn't already know, sir, your father also created a contract for your brother that he had to sign in order to receive his inheritance. Hendrix promptly signed the agreement. If you and him get along, he'll receive half the company. He is utterly stunned.

"What the hell is going through that elderly man's head? Is this guy crazy or what? Why didn't he didn't inform me about it, too?" Actually, sir, your father set up a meeting time for you to see your brother, but you already know what happened to him. If you disagree with this, your father, Mr. De Russo, stated, you'll never receive your mother's final letter.

He chuckled incredulously. My mother was an emotional person. She thought I would be married by the time I was 25, so she even wrote me a letter on each of my birthdays till then. She passed away, though, and my father always gave it to me.

"You've got to be kidding me, right? If I disagree with this garbage, what then? What will happen to the business and the entirety of my inheritance, too?"

"Sir, everything would be donated to various foundations and orphans around the world. " There was nothing your brother could get."

"Tsk. Not bad at all. It's not really mine to keep, after all." With mockery, he replied. "However, I have been considering my brother. Still I don't want him to annoy me if he doesn't have to run.

"Are you saying, sir, it is OK with you that you couldn't get anything?" I said, "Yes,"


In that case. "But don't give up easy, sir. I'm confident that you'll grow to like your brother because he is so charming and thoughtful." This is absurd. I haven't cared for him in almost 25 years of living. How could things be any different today? Even though it has only been one week since his father passed away and that week has passed without him, I still get headaches and heartaches from him. Even after a week without him, I can still become upset at him.