Unattainable Perfection - Episode 32

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***** ALEXA'S POV.

I jolt out of bed with a start, panting like I had just ran a marathon.

With trembling hands, I grab the bottle of water on the coffee table near the bed and gulp it all down.

Done, I throw the now empty bottle and wipe the sides of my mouth.

"Alexa? Why are you awake?"

I turn to find William sitting up groggily in bed, his eyes half opened.

I sigh.

I must have woken him up too with the way I practically jolted out of bed.

I touch my face and realise I'm sweating. I wipe it with the back of my hand.

"Y..yes..no..umm I had a nightmare"

I reply and he pulls me to him.

I relax into his embrace,yet the usual effect William's embrace has on me doesn't work this time.

I still feel restless, the same reason I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night.

I have a bad feeling.

I can't place my finger on it.

"I have a bad feeling Will . Like something bad is going to happen"

I mumble and I feel him kiss the top of my head.

"Nothing will happen. I'll be here to protect you either way. Relax yeah?"

He replies softly running my back.

Nodding, I shut my eyes and concentrate on his calm heartbeat against his chest till I fall back asleep...

*****

WILLIAM'S POV.

6:00AM.

Walking out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist and water dripping from my body, I glance at bed and realise Alexa's still asleep.

That's good.

She barely had any sleep last night.

Maybe I have more time to prepare some breakfast.

Walking over to my suitcase in the corner of the room, I open it and throw out clothes onto the floor till I find what I want to wear.

Finding it, I turn to make sure she's still asleep

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. Thankfully, she was.

With her back facing me.

Good, I don't want her having a heart attack upon seeing me naked.

Without bothering to smear pomade on my body, I drop my towel and proceed to dress. 

Done, I move over to the living room where our phones were on charge.

Pulling out the plug, I switch both phones on only to see so many voicemails and text messages from the same number on both phones.. It was Mr Dante.. That's weird.

Dropping Alexa's phone, I dial Mr Dante number with mine.

He answers it on the first ring.. I didn't even get to open my mouth when I heard his voice.

"The f*ck did you switch your phones off!"

He yells.

Oh, someone's in a bad mood.

"Sorry but Alexa had a hard time sleeping last night and besides I didn't think you'd call me in the middle of the night"

I explain.

"Yh yh whatever. Come to the hospital right now. I'll text you which hospital and the address"

"Okay but why?"

I question There was silence at the other end of the line.

"Alice, she was arrested. And...One of the twins. Fraser. He's dead. Was shot"

Okay I think I heard that wrong.

"You kidding me right?"

I ask incredulously.

Silence.

That silence gave me my answer.

"But how? What do you mean Fraser was shot dead? Why? How....."

I pause when I hear a sudden loud crash. I turn. Alexa was standing behind me, shock registered on her face.

Oh shit!

****

Mr Dante hangs up, pushes the phone into his pocket as he gulps down his tea hurriedly.

Meanwhile, Henry stood behind him, shocked and rooted to the spot, unable to move an inch.

His eyes wide open, mouth agape, jaw almost dropping to the ground.

Several times did his mouth open and move frantically, yet not a single word came out.

He was still trying to make sense of everything Mr Dante had just told him.

Yet it made no sense.

None of it made sense.. Amongst all the information Dante had given him regarding Alice, his mind was on one thing.

Fraser.

His son? Fraser? Was shot? Dead? He shakes his head.

This was impossible.

It wasn't possible.

There was no way any of his children could die before him.

No way! He shakes his head again.

He wasn't going to believe it until he saw it with his very own eyes.

"I'm coming with you"

he finally managed to say.

Mr Dante turns.

"No. You're still dead to the world remember?"

"Don't give a flying f*ck! I'm going!"

He screams.

"Fine. I'll take you through the back door. If someone recognizes you,that's your problem. Let's go"

*****

WILLIAM'S POV.

I rub my moustache, staring at her dejectedly as she cries like I've never seen.

We arrived at the hospital ten minutes ago and Mr Dante wasn't here.

We were asked to identify the body and God knows it took every ounce of my strength to keep myself standing on both feet as the white sheet was pulled away from the boy's face.

I can still recall vividly how pale his face was.

His lips were dry,almost chapped.

His eyes were tightly shut and it looked like he was peacefully asleep.

For just a moment.

Until I set my eyes on the huge hole in between his eyes.

I cringe at the memory.

It's something I'd never want to see ever again.

Alexa's silent sobs brings me out of my reverie.

She was seated on the floor,her hands gripping her dress tightly as she cried.

Kneeling before her, I gather her in my arms,rocking her softly as she cries into my chest.

Honestly, I have no words to comfort her at the moment.

And so I just hold her. "William" she calls my name in a soft voice as she pulls away to look up at me.

Her face stained with tears.

"I... This wasn't... It's not fair...I.. We were never on good terms but..he...this....he didn't deserve to...to... William I... He..."

My chest tightens in am unexplainable way as I watch her struggle to form a sentence.

I cup her face gently, wiping away her tears with my thumb.

Leaning in, I place a lingering kiss to her forehead.

"You've got to breath Alexandra. I can't have you having another Attack. Breath slowly,for me"

She shakes her head,biting on her quivering lips to hold back a sob.

"It wasn't supposed to happen.."

"I know. I know"

"William he... I... It.."

I pull her back to my chest rubbing her back soothingly.

"Don't talk. Just cry if you have to. I won't stop you"

I whisper softly, feeling her grip my shirt tightly.

****

We stayed on the floor in the morgue, in each others arms for several minutes until we hear a male voice yelling.

The yelling getting much louder and louder as it seemed whoever the voice belonged to was making his way here.

"I want to see my son! My son! You filthy people! How dare you declare my son dead when you haven't even treated him. Where is he?!"

The angry voice booms, as the owner barges into the room, storming over the tables.

I grown slightly.

Why does his voice sound familiar? I look up from where I'm seated on the floor with Alexa and I realise there's a big hat on his head,pushed down making it impossible to see his face entirely.

He hasn't even noticed us yet as he goes over every table, removing the cloth on each dead body and then covering it back up.

Okay had he realised he can't just go about removing cloths from every corpse? Just then a nurse and a mother man whom I recognize as Mr Dante walk in, striding towards the man to stop him.

"Sir please stop it. Just tell us who you're looking for. Every corpse has a number and we'll search for it. Stop uncovering their faces"

the nurse tries to reason with him but he just pushes her.

"Shut up! My son isn't dead got it?!"

He yells and continues his search.

"Please stop this Sir"

it was Mr Dante who spoke.

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. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. Why is he calling the man Sir? How does he know him.

"I told you all. My son can never die! Not when I'm alive. He's..."

The man suddenly pauses as his eyes narrow on a certain table.

It was the same table on which Fraser lay.

He chokes on a tearless sob as he caresses Fraser's cold and pale face.

Okay wait. Fraser was his son?. And Fraser was Alexa's brother.

And if that man called Fraser his son then... Then. Oh holy f*ck! It can't be,right? That's f*cking impossible.

He's dead! Right? That man is not a ghost right? Suddenly, the big hat falls of his face and that's when I see his face clearly.

F*ck! My eyes widen and at the same time, I hear a sharp intake of breath.

I turn and realise Alexa's staring at the man I'm also staring at.

Her eyes wide, shock registered all over her face.

The man still hadn't noticed us.

Slowly, with her gaze fixed on the man, Alexa gets on her feet, stumbling immediately.

I grip her waist to steady her.

Alexa's lips begin to move, desperate to say something while I struggle to put my thoughts together.

How come he's here, alive and healthy? After one year.

As if sensing our presence, the man lifts his tear stained face. His eyes widening immediately as they land on Alexa. Damn right it's him! They stare at each other. "D...dad?"