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Siara

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A groan of frustration leaves my mouth as I grip onto my hair, my head beginning to hurt.

I force myself to stand up from the bed, beginning to pace around the room. My thoughts are all over the place and Mr Martino's is to blame--his case is getting more complicated, which is giving me sleepless nights.

A yawn leaves my mouth as I stand in front of the mirror, a scream almost leaving my mouth when I see the eye bugs that are underneath my eyelids. I can also see that more wrinkles are forming on my face, which makes me want to cry.

This case will turn me into a zombie--I can feel it in my guts.

I've been here for a whole week, and yet I have nothing to help me prove Mr. Martino's innocence.

I was told that his parents are the primary suspects, but there has been no evidence that can prove that they had a hand in everything that had happened--its like someone with a lot of influence and power is protecting them.

After seeing that we are far from having any progress, Hunter requested that the judge delays the hearing-- and thankfully, his request was granted.

We have been given twelve more weeks, and hopefully we'll get some evidence that can prove Mr Martino's innocence before then.

I just wish that Mr Martino can get involved in the case. I wanted to talk to him about getting involved, but Hunter told me that I have to give him time.

But I think Hunter forgot that time is what we don't have.

Hunter did mention that Mr Martino has some information, and I was relieved to know that at least we will go somewhere with the case.

However, Hunter told me that Mr Martino can have one of his episodes if we were to force him into remembering what happened. He told me that we have to give Mr Martino time to think and process the situation, before he can have any involvement.

Honestly, I'm not ready to have Mr Martino anywhere near me, because he hasn't even made any effort to apologize for what he said.

We have bumped into each other a few times this passed week, we haven't, however, sat and talked. He doesn't even pay any attention to me nor does he ever look at me.

The man is always locked away in his room. He never steps out to eat nor does he go out for walks.

I was worried when I noticed this, but the woman I met the other day, Julia, told me that Mr Martino has always been like this.

She told me that he does eat in his room, and that his art room and gym are connected to his bedroom, which means that he has no purpose of going out.

When I heard her say this, I came to the conclusion that she has been working for Mr Martino for a while. And I was happy to know that I wasn't wrong.

Apparently, Julia has been working here for eight years, and she has known Mr Martino for nine years. She told me that he helped her leave her abusive boyfriend, and that he took her to therapy before offering her a job here.

She also told me that Mr Martino and his girlfriend weren't a very good couple. She also informed me that the girl was was quite wicked.

"The girl was using him, and I really don't know how he didn't see it. Because 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 things to him. I heard that his childhood was very bad: one of my fellow maids used to date Bobby, and he told her somethings which prove that Mr Martino is just traumatized... I remember him locking himself up in his room every time he came back from a business trip. He would always see the girl, Bianca, I think that was her name, flirting with the guards, but he didn't do anything to her... 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."

The words made me wonder if Mr. Martino's enemies are to blame for his girlfriend's murder, or if one of the girl's lovers are to blame.

It actually pains me know that Mr Martino passed through all this: from abusive parents to a cheating girlfriend, and let's not forget that the law is also on his head.

I really want to ask him what happened. I know that he knows more than he let's on, and I also know that he's the only one that can tell me the complete truth of what happened that day.

But I'm afraid that he'll do something to harm himself if I ask him some questions.

I really don't want to blame myself for what might happen. And I really don't want him to get triggered.

It will hurt me to see him hurt.

Hunter will be devasted as well, and I don't think I want to see him cry, again.

I can still remember what happened the other day: I found Hunter drunk with tears flowing down his face, murmuring words that made me shed a few tears as well.

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

I've been up trying to see if there is any evidence in this house, but it seems like there is none.

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 inside my pocket as well, hoping that no one sees me.

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 in the direction of the voice.

I slowly open the big wooden door, my heartbeat picking up when I see Hunter surrounded by beer 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 of strong alcohol, which makes me cover my mouth.

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

I walk close to Hunter, sitting on the floor, right next to him. I set the bottles on the floor as I fold my legs.

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

I realize that he has fallen asleep when his breathing steadies, his snores filling the room.

Hunter might put on a tough guy facade, to scare people away. But he is broken as well; he's afraid of losing his brother.

A sigh leaves my mouth as I sit down on the bed, shouting a come in when I hear a knock on the door.

My throat dries up when I see Mr. Martino enter the room, my mind going back to the water I drank a few hours ago when my eyes meet his black orbs.

Author's Note.

I don't know why I used the word orbs, but I did.

This girl is tired, and her back is aching.

Y'all be safe ❤️