#34:

Matt:
We were already leaving the house in the car, when the creepy conversation between that son of a bitch and her began.
Mark flushed red with anger, and I had to do more to keep him from yelling fifty death threats at that bastard.
I stepped on the accelerator, listening to Yunior's concoction, about how he and the deceased Amalia had robbed freely all over the fucking hospital, how Amalia had planned to frame Rosy if something went wrong, and how he had cold-bloodedly murdered his accomplice.
"If he hurts her, I'll kill him," Mark muttered next to me.
I nodded.
For once my twin and I agreed on something.
We left the car in the parking lot, and we ran like crazy in the direction of Rosario's room.
The door was closed, but my brother and I kicked it open.
What we found inside froze my soul.
My brother jumped on top of the culprit, taking the stick that Rosy left behind her door, and began to beat him mercilessly.
I approached her, she was lying on the ground, bloody and pale.
Tears filled my eyes.
I stayed on top of her, contemplating how pretty she was with her eyes closed.
She was dead.
My little hummingbird was dead, we had arrived too late and…
She began to pant, throwing blood to my face, and I reacted instinctively.
I took off my shirt, rolling it up and made a tight tourniquet around her neck.
I picked her up in my arms and carried her away.
Running with her through the halls, down the stairs, to the parking lot, putting her in the car, and running like crazy in the direction of the hospital.
I took out my cell phone and called my brother.
"Marco, listen to me. Rosario is hurt. They cut her throat, and she's bleeding to death. I'm taking her to the hospital now. No. He's with the asshole who did this. To operating room B? In three minutes."
Luckily the hospital was not too far from uni.
I took her out, bearing in mind that the delay will cause complications. The orderlies were waiting for me at the door, and we ran to the elevator and to the operating room.
All the way I prayed, nothing bad happen to the always hungry, curious, and sexy little girl, who had me so in love.

Mark:
The morning had been shit.
After a most interesting night, in which I was pleased to stuff my tasty skinny with my cock, and to satisfy the crazy desire that I had for her, she woke up and spat in my face like I was an angry cat.
It makes me sulk knowing that she feels more for my brother than me.
I tried to convince her to go to the beach with us, and she ran out of the house.
If she'd only waited for us, this piece of shit wouldn't have hurt her.
I push Yunior down the sidewalk, into the approaching police car.
The acid-faced lieutenant is not happy.
Talking nonsense, about how we could go to jail for obstruction of justice, and for beating up a suspect.
I look at the rat from the side.
He only has a dislocated shoulder, two broken ribs, and a missing tooth. I couel hane done serious damage to him but i held back as muchbas i could.
"Look, officer. Take your prisoner and do your job. I have to go to the hospital, because this son of a bitch left my brother's girlfriend very badly injured. Oh…and if you want , we can give you the recording of this clown's confession.
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Rosario:
The cold and the pain from the scalpel cuts made me realize that I was alive.
When I opened my eyes, I was lying in the operating room, and there were a lot of people around me.
"So, the police took everything?" asked Lizet.
"Yes, everything stolen is part of the evidence," Mark replied.
"Could you speak softly, please?" She could wake up at any moment and it wouldn't be good for her to…
My mother.
My chin trembled.
My mom was there.
Surely the police had warned him and he had come to see me at the hospital.
Slowly I moved, stroking my sore neck.
Noticing how huge the bandage felt on him, and looking at the others that were covering my wrists.
"Rosy!" Yessy, my little sister, yelled. Noticing that I was sitting on the bed.
Calling everyone's attention.
With the naked eye I saw Mark, Lizet, my mother and my sister.
I frowned.
"He's with the surgeon who operated on you," my mother whispered, guessing my thoughts. – both are giving statements to the police right now.
I nodded.
My mother sat on the edge of my bed, and caressed my hair.
"Some lies can cause a lot of damage, my daughter. You assured me that everything was fine, you told me that you were just nervous about that poor girl's death. You never told me that the killer was threatening you.
"She was afraid that you would force her to leave the course," Mark explained, approaching my bed.
"It would have been for the best. You would have finished next year, and now you wouldn't be hurt as badly as you are."
I touched the bandage on my neck with my fingers, and opened my mouth, but Mark stopped me.
'Don't do it. The cut hurt your vocal cords. You must rest for fifteen days. And then a speech therapist will assess if they have to do any other operation to help you."
I squeezed my eyes tight.
Great, the only thing I was missing!
In addition to being mediocre and ugly, now I was also going to be mute.

Matt:
During the two weeks that she stayed in the hospital, I noticed how we gradually lost her.
She kept turning her back on us. She didn't try to reply to us in writing when we spoke to her. And she cried all the time.
Lucia and Violeta went to visit her. All our classmates went to visit her, but she never smiled.
Not even when she was discharged was she happy.
And all because her voice sounded different.
"Give her some space," her mother advised us. "She's been through too much, and she needs time to heal. Do you understand guys?"
I nodded, but my brother crossed his arms over his chest and scowled at her.
I rolled my eyes.
I would be patient and gentle, but Mark would not.
We didn't have much time, and he wasn't about to waste the precious months we had left.
That's why I wasn't surprised, when a fortnight later, he woke me up in a ball of rage, because she wasn't answering his calls, he pushed me into the car, without even letting me wash my teeth and drove in the direction of Remedios to look for Rosario with a expression on his face similar to a demon out of hell.