Simon POV
"No Aria!" I screamed as I watched them drive away .
I successfully pushed him off me and grabbed my gun , I shot it in the air.
"Don't try to stop me , I will kill you." I Warned him walking to my car
Everybody ran out now .
"What's going on? , Simon!" Uncle yelled walking towards me.
"Don't stop me Uncle , I'm going to go get her."
Then a loud scream came out.
"Noooo!"
"Paola please open your eyes , please." Martina cried out.
We all rushed over to where she was and Paola laid on the floor , with blood gushing out of her head .
"Paola!" Aunt Celine wailed and rushed
to meet her.
No, what have I done?
"Call the Ambulance!" Uncle shouted .
"What have you done Simon?!" He yelled at me collecting the gun.
"Just pray nothing happens to her , pray!."
The ambulance came and we all rushed to the hospital.
The nurses placed her on a stretcher and wheeled her to the Operating room.
"Please save my baby girl , please." Aunt Celine cried out to the doctors .
"Why!why did you have to do this Simon!" She yelled hitting me.
"It's okay , she will be okay." Ma'am Serena took her away.
"Why was she even outside?!" Dad yelled.
Martina sniffed , "She... she insisted on going to get a balloon as the one on her hand had deflated , I followed her and we got it , but on coming back , I saw Simon and Pancho struggling ... and Simon shot the gun into the air , before I could realise .... Paola ... She was on the ground , the bullet had hit her." She said breaking down into tears.
"What were you thinking Simon , what were you thinking?!" Uncle yelled angrily.
"I'm sorry , I'm sorry .." I slid down the wall and sat on the floor holding my head in my hands.
"It's Aria you should blame Dad , once again her badluck has affected all of us!" Martina yelled.
"This isn't her fault Martina , Aria had nothing to do with this." I said.
"You still defend her! Enough! , look at the state your stupid love for her has put little Paola in." Uncle shouted.
Then the doctors came out.
"How is she doctor , how is my baby!." Aunt Celine Ran to where we were.
"It's a miracle , we were able to save her life , the bullet went really deep ... removing it would have killed her." The doctor explained.
"I don't understand, what does this mean." Uncle asked.
"I'm sorry to say but she would have to live with this bullet in her brain , she would be perfectly healthy not to worry , but she must avoid all stress or Pressure."
"You can see her now , but one at a time." He said and then walked away .
"I want to see my baby." Aunt Celine sniffed.
She was taken inside.
"Simon , I would take this as an accident , you are lucky she survived , but I won't take it lightly with you next time , forget about Aria!." Uncle groaned.
"I can't ... you don't understand , I'm in love with her." I said and slouched outside , I heard him calling me but I ignored it .
I sat by the fountain at the entrance of the hospital.
I rubbed my hands over my face , I can't believe I lost Aria to him.
I love her so much , I can't bare to see her with another man .
"So you sitting here sulking is going to help you?" Martina Walked up to me.
"I'm not really in the mood for company Martina."
"You would be a coward if you let Aria be with another man knowing you love her.
You have to get her back." She continued.
"What do you want me to do Martina! , I tried , you see how it turned out , Paola got shot!"
"Yes , that's unfortunate but that was because you didn't plan well , you just acted like a fool!."
"Listen , I'm going to help you." She said .
"You don't help anyone unless you have something to gain."
"You are my cousin brother, Simon, and I care about you believe it or not , I just want to help."
I shook my head , "I'm not in the mood for your games Martina."
I walked away.
Celine POV
I walked into the room and saw my little girl on the bed with a bandage on her head , My tears fell freely.
I sat by her side and took her little hands in mine.
"I'm sorry baby , mommy couldn't protect you , I'm so sorry." I cried and kissed her hands.
"Mommy?"
I raised my head up , she was awake.
My heart swelled with joy .
"Oh my Lola (short for Paola) , my baby girl." I said peppering her soft cheeks with kisses.
"I'm so sorry." I said.
"Why am I here mommy?" She asked
"You got a little sick my flower." I forced a smile blinking back my tears.
"Huh, my head hurts." She frowned in a cute way.
I kissed her bandage, "it will hurt less soon princess."
"Where's my Sorella, Aria?" She asked all of a sudden.
"She's with her husband." I smiled slightly.
"Huh, they left already , I remember seeing them talk with Uncle Simon . Theo had a gun in his hand , and Uncle Simon had a gun in his hand and the other man had a gun in his hand , they all pointed it at each other, like a movie and my Sorella was crying , I wanted to go hug her , but Martina stopped me." She said and then pouted .
What? , but Martina only said they were returning when Simon shot the gun , was she there the whole while?
"I'm thirsty mummy."
I quickly poured water into a little cup and gave it to her .
"Rest now baby girl." I kissed her cheeks and stroked her hair as she fell asleep.
Then I quietly walked outside , Martina had some explaining to do.
Martina Walked towards me , "Mom , i was just .."
I slapped her.
"Mom!"
"Listen here girl! , you do your nonsense but you keep Paola out of it! , how could you even do this!" I yelled at her.
"What are you talking about mom , I don't.."
"You lied , You were there when everything started, yet instead of coming in to alert us , you chose to stay there because of your stupid plans , did it occur to you to even bring your little sister in , and now because of you , she has a bullet in her head!"
"Might I remind you, I wasn't the one who shot her , it was Simon and it's all because of Aria!" She yelled back.
I grabbed her arms , "listen here Martina , I'm done covering for you , repeat this and I swear I will let your dad know about your little schemes , quit it already!"
I hissed at her and then walked away.
I sat down on the hospital waiting bench .
This is still all your fault Aria , my stupid daughter just doesn't know how to handle a situation.
When am I finally going to get rid of you and your badluck? , you are just like your mother!.