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##Chapter 32
livia
“We found him. — Demétrio exclaimed, from a distance we had already seen his car parked in any way at the entrance.
I got out of the car and started to walk quickly towards the house, but Demetrius made me slow down when he held my hand.
The door was open and I went in first when we reached it, the scene made my heart go into my throat and back into place, Leonel had a gun pointed at my father, but his face was all bruised and bleeding, worse than it had been when my dad first picked me up and beat him up.
— The missing person has arrived to complete the party, the reason for all the misfortune. — Leonel referred to me.
“Fuck, my daughter. What are you doing here? I said do n't come! My father looked at me desperately.
Demetrius stepped in front of me, protectively.
“Drop the gun. he said, raising his hands, demonstrating that he would not act.
- Who are you? Lionel yelled.
Slowly, Demetrius took a few steps towards him, but stopped abruptly when he had the gun aimed at him.
- Back.
"Dad..." I whispered, tears in my eyes.
The moment Leonel looked at me, Demetrius jumped on him in an attempt to snatch the gun from his hand and I ran to hug my father.
- Go away! - I heard Demetrio shout and I looked up, finding Demetrius pointing the gun he took from Leonel, at him .
To everyone's surprise, Leonel pulled another gun from the back of his pants and a very loud noise sounded, followed by two more. I screamed the moment I felt something pierce my belly skin, so painful that it made me fall to the ground and my vision became blurred, I heard muffled screams around me, but all that called me at that moment was darkness and emptiness.
demetrius
The moment I heard the shot coming out of Leonel's hidden weapon, I didn't think twice before shooting him too, he fell, being hit, but the scream of the love of my life, made all the blood drain from my face and the my heart pumping so hard it hurt.
A cry from Mr. Hector sounded, as hurtful as I could have been if I hadn't been feeling too guilty. I went to her as fast as I could, even seeing that her father was already supporting her. She was on the floor unconscious and bleeding, it looked like the floor had disappeared from under me.
“My daughter, my little daughter. Why did you bring her, Demetrius? Why? he screamed desperately and my heart cracked into a million pieces, the guilt consuming me more and more.
I would never forgive myself.
He was trying to pick her up, but he seemed too bewildered to be able to balance, I took her from his arms and ran towards the truck.
— Livia, forgive me. Pardon me. Please don't leave us, please, please…” I mumbled, tears blinding me and pain wracking me.
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Livia was in the operating room. Me and Mr. Heitor, we were restless and impatient in the waiting room, I wasn't one to pray, I was doing it every second. He wanted to punch me, inflict pain on me, until it was enough to pay for her pain. If she died... If something happened to her, I would die with her, I couldn't stand it.
It was my fault.
It was my fault.
“If that bastard isn't dead, I'll terminate the job. — Heitor walked up to me and held my shoulder tightly — Take care of my princess. I know she will come back to me. She will be fine. — he squeezed my shoulder tighter, with sadness and anger in his eyes and left the hospital.
I was a wreck. I sat in the hospital chair, threw my head back and collapsed, I couldn't take it. It was my Livia, the sweet girl who won my heart after years of bitterness.
I couldn't lose her. I started crying like a child, some people passed by looking at me, but I didn't care, I was suffering, feeling guilty and I wouldn't hide it, I could suffocate if I did. The memories of bringing my mother in after the accident and how anguished I was waiting for answers only made everything worse.
Please, my princess... Be well, stay with me.
Hours passed and no news from Livia or Mr. Hector. Minutes felt like hours and those damn hours like years. I tried to find out something with some doctors passing by, but nobody answered me in that shit.
- Fuck. I growled , furious.
I was hoping that son of a bitch Leonel was dead. I knew I had hit him.
- Hello. — I turn towards the voice and saw the doctor who came running in next to Lívia's stretcher — Are you familiar with Lívia Garden? - The Doctor. it looked serious.
- Yes. How is she? Please doctor, tell me she's alive and well?
