I groan out in frustration. I feel like pulling on my hair, my head hurts and my body feels tired.

I force myself to stand up from the bed, pacing around the room with my thoughts all over the place.

I have not slept in days now, my eyes have bugs underneath them and I keep yawning every passing mintue.

Diego's case keeps getting complicated. I have been told that his parents are the main suspects, but it is like someone is protecting them, hiding their evil deeds from the world.

I have been here for a week, yet I have nothing that can prove Diego's innocence.

Hunter knowing this already requested the judge to adjust the hearing, and we were given a few more weeks; eight to be exact.

I still think he threatened the poor judge, but atleast he did not kill him or get himself arrested.

And the bad part of everything is that Diego is not getting involved in the case; a request from Hunter.

Yes, Hunter helps me with the case. But Diego is the only one that has information.

I remember Hunter mentioning this to me, I saw the regret in his eyes afterwards. But I decided to not pay attention to him, happy to know that Diego will give me some clues.

But Hunter being Hunter told me to mind my business, which was rude and stupid because I am only doing this for Diego.

Diego has not even said sorry to me. The dumbo does not even look at me when we dump into each other, which is once in a while.

Diego is usually in his room, he never comes out, not even to eat. I thought I was the problem till I heard the woman that I met, Julia, say that he has always been like that.

I decided to be my nosy self, asking her for more details, and with hesitation, she told me that Diego likes being alone.

He does not like being found with people, or being with people in general.

Julia has worked for him for eight year now, before he even went to jail. And she also told me that he was sometimes distant when he was with his late girlfriend. His evil and wicked girlfriend.

"The girl was using him, I don't know how he didn't see it. But everyone here knew this, Hunter included. The girl spent most of her time shopping or just sleeping around. But I guess he chose to be ignorant when she did bad to him. I heard that his childhood was very bad..... A maid here used to date Bobby, and he told her somethings which prove that Mr Martino is just tramatized. I remember him locking himself up in his room every time he came back from a business trip, he would see the girl..... Bianca, I think that was her name, flirting with the guards. The girl was always rude to us, and I remember hearing them argue every single night. I don't care if I sound rude, but I am glad that she is no longer part of his life; Mr Martino is not an angel, but he is a good man. He rescued me when I was been beaten by my ex boyfriend. And he also rescued a lot of other people in this place as well; I really hope he finds his peace."

Those words can help me as well, but I no longer know if Diego's enemies were to blame for what happened or if one of the girl's lovers were to blame.

It actually pains me to know that Diego has passed through all this, from his parents to his girlfriend and now the entire law is on him.

I really want to ask him what happened. I know that he knows more than he lets on, and I also know that he is the only one that can give me ideas.

I am just afraid that he might get triggered. The fear of him hurting himself or going into panic mood is too much for me to handle.

I remember walking in on Hunter shedding tears with a photo that had him and Diego.

Hunter shows off this powerful man facade, which is quite scary. But the man is actually broken as well.

I continue pacing around the room as I remember the conversation I had with him yesterday, right before he went to sleep.

Hunter was drunk, but the words and emotions that he gave off made me emotional.

I walk out of my room, my throat feeling dry as I walk towards the kitchen.

I have been up trying to see if there is evidence in this house, but I do not seem to find anything that can help me.

Frustration has been my friend these past few days. Nothing seems to go right, and my cramps have been killing me. I feel like a knife is been stabbed in my stomach. One more day till the misery is over.

I finally reach the kitchen, grabbing three bottles of water from the fridge.

"This will help me through the night," I mutter as hug the bottles to my chest.

I put some chocolates into my pocket as well. I am sure no one will notice, they are a lot more.

My feet drag me out of the kitchen, and into the main hall, stopping when I hear a loud bang which is followed by a voice, Hunter's voice.

I want to mind my business, but the fear of something happening to him is what makes me walk towards the big wooden door.

I slowly open the door, my heartbeat picking up when I see Hunter surrounded by bottles, pieces of glass not far from him.

"What happened here?" I ask as I walk inside the room, my chocolates hidden in the pockets of my sweatpants.

"Everything isn't going like it's suppose to," Hunter murmurs as he hiccups. "Diego is suffering, and I can't do anything to help him.... I can't help my brother through this battle." A tear drops from Hunter's eyes as the words leave his mouth.

Hunter's eyes are bloodshed, the room smelling like alcohol.

My throat feels dry, my hands clenching the water bottles close to me. But I can not seem to find the energy to drink from it.

I walk closer to him, sitting on the floor right next to him. I set the bottles on the floor as I sit on my legs.

"Diego can't even look at me... I failed him. I failed Diego." Hunter mutters as he trails off.

I realize that he has fallen asleep when his breathing steadies.

I come out of memory lane when I hear a knock. I shout a come in.

My thoughts go back to my water bottles when my throat dries, my eyes meeting Diego's black eyes.