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He was nothing but a murderer, how could he shoot him and feel no empathy about it.
"Oh please spare me the tears!" 
he was yelling at Dior, if he laid his hands on her, i was going to loose it, in that bubble head of his, he wanted to hear her cry. He wouldn't dare to touch her, i wouldn't even hesitate to hit him with a chair.
He told me to stay here and God knows if i watched him continuously yell at her, i was going to blow up.
I heard his footsteps getting louder, he was heading to the room. He opened the door gently, his sleeves rolled up as usual, and i wanted to jumb out of the window, somehow still run.
"You murderer" i said, my eyes were red, i hated that i had to watch people suffer because of him.
"Me?, the only murderer is the one im looking at" he said coming closer and i went backwards. "Stay away from me" i said, my words shaky, i moved backwards and he came closer again.
"Dont act soo innocent Raquel, you choose it this way, this is all your fault. If you were smart enough and didnt run, no one would have to be hurt" he said, i knew somewhere behind my head that this was all my fault, i knew he was going to hurt Dior if i escaped, i just figured that i could ignore it.
"How selfish of you, huh?" he said when i didnt reply, i still didnt say anything, i just stared at the devil, the man who was going to kill me, i wouldn't survive here, i already knew it. He took a step closer and i couldn't move back further, my back nudged the wall.
"Would you Goddamn answer me?" He yelled and he was soo close that i couldn't breath, my breathe was unsteady and i didnt have anything to say, my mind was only drafting to a hundred ways i could run from him. He looked me up to down and left the room. Leaving me to my thoughts.
I stood there staring at the wall, i just wanted to disappear from all of this, go to Brazil, have a new life with zero problems but sadly life gives and all you have to do is accept it the way it is.
I opened the door slightly, i know for sure Sal wouldn't waste his time here. He went back to work.
I heard soft cries, i walked towards the sounds and i saw an opened door, Dior was in a room sitting on a bed, her back faced me so she didnt notice my presence, her hair was poured out for the first time.
I knocked the opened door lightly but she didnt turn, i walked myself in, i sat next to her and my heart shattered only by seeing. her hands were over her face, i only heard her soft cries. "Im really sorry, Dior" i said, she looked up to me her eyes looked dead. Good job Raquel you watched two people suffer all because of your selfishness.
I wanted to smash my head against a wall, i was hunted by guilt. "What did he say?" I said and she opened her mouth but said nothing, i just hugged her tightly and she hugged me back.
Hopefully we would both heal, she looked at my bloody hands and she was concerned, "no its not mine" i said, how selfless could she get. She was the one suffering by living with a monster for God knows how long and she was more worried about me.
"I'll get you some water" i said, i went downstairs and got a fresh cold glass of water not too cold, i went back up and gave it to her. I watched her walk to the bathroom and come out with a pill in her hand.
Was she sick?
She took the pill and gulped down the water, "thank you dear" she looked a bit better, "are you sick?" I had to know. "Something like that" she chuckled.
What the hell did she mean by something like that, i was too curious but now was the time to ask questions.
"Oh, these are for you" she said grabbing a bunch of white bags and handed them to me, she still got my essentials?