78- Refused To Cry

'W-What?" Wiping my cheek to remove the tears, my eyes were widened as if they were stiff, refusing to believe my ears. 'We're sorry. We're so sorry, Boss. We tried our best…" Closing my eyes, I pressed my teeth together and threw my phone away. Lowering my head, I breathed heavily through my nostrils to regain my posture. 'Fuck!" 'Sebastian? What happened?" Distressed to find me like this, Eileen asked immediately. 'Dave called… he told me that… not only us but Ruben was under attack too…" Shutting my eyes, I could feel a part of my soul dying to hear that news. It was inexplicably painful but I refused to allow it to break me apart. 'He couldn't make it." I informed her in a broken tone, releasing an unwanted tear as she gasped in disbelief. 'What?! Oh my God." Making a crying face, she hugged me upon hearing I lost the sibling I kept away from me all this time. And when I finally decided to open up to him- They fucking stole him away from me! "How could this happen? Why would anyone do this?" Eileen released a tear, holding me compassionately. She was heartbroken to know. I didn't know how to react. I was utterly devastating yet infuriated at the same time. It was clear. Someone wanted to ravage my home. "I don't know how this happened.. and why..." Exhaling, frustration of losing everything was brimming in my chest. Growling, I slammed my unharmed hand down, "Fuck!" This powerlessness to save my brother was swallowing my emotions. Losing my mind, I got up quickly, my legs were weak, my mind was hazy but I won't let my body relax when my Brother had… leave it. "Get up, Eileen. We are leaving." Hissing in pain, I forced my body to stand. "But, you are hurt-" She reasoned tenderly but I moved her hand back. "So what? Let's go." With my mind overflowing with anguish and stress, we went back in a hurry. My heart was thumping madly to imagine how I could confront his lifeless body. The thought of him not here anymore was giving me inexplicable agony. It was unbearable, losing my only sibling. Upon reaching the hospital, not caring about my condition, I rushed inside, my heart dying to see my Brother. My mind was not functioning properly, my senses were in a blur. "Boss, you're shot too-" Dave rushed to me, worried to find me shot as well but dismissing him, I walked further. "Where is he?" I asked desperately, losing my breaths. They led me inside the room where his body was kept. I didn't want Eileen to see this sight so I went alone and when my eyes fell upon his lifeless body, my heart skipped a beat in dread. "Ruben…" Narrowing my eyes, tears brimmed in my eyes. My lips began to quiver but I refused to release the tears. Pressing my teeth, I curled my hands in a fist, turning my head away, impotent to witness my brother leaving me so early. Why did they take his life? We were finally giving us a chance and they took it away too? With crushed dreams and heavy steps, I walked out and Eileen held me as support. 'Sebastian.." Whispering, she held my hand firmly, kissing it to assure me as a cop approached us. "Mr Stellios. I am Gracia Rey. I have been assigned as the incharge of his your Brother's murder case." Humming, I took a seat, looking down, losing my mind in anguish. "I am so sorry for your loss. If you don't mind, can I ask a few things?" She asked hesitantly. I knew I wouldn't need an officer, I must shut down this case as well. "Hmm. Go ahead." "How were you shot?" "Someone targeted my wife too. We barely made it." I sighed, giving Eileen's hand a tight squeeze, worried to fathom what I would have done to myself if something happened to her as well. "I see. It means someone is targeting your loved ones. Your wife, your brother and your parents were targeted too but they both are safe. They are on their way here." She informed me, staggering me to think someone was envying my happy ending and wanted to steal it from me. Hissing, I slammed my hand down, "Goddammit!" 'Sebastian, calm down, you are hurt." Eileen whispered, helping me to soothe down. "Is there anyone you suspect who could attack this ruthlessly?" She asked. "I have quite a few names in my mind but none of them are capable of pulling it off nor I want to speak mindlessly. Give me some time to process." I told her coldly, I didn't want to give away names needlessly. "Sure. Whenever you feel alright." She left. We were sitting, I was scrutinizing the situation, trying to understand what I should do to get over this predicament and the terrified voice of my Mother reached me. A shiver went down my spine, I knew she would be devastated and only I was capable of calming her down. But- Can I do it? I left her shades years ago? Can I embrace her again? Can I soothe her again? Would she accept me? What should I do? 'Ruben!" Sobbing, she rushed to me, holding my shoulder desperately, tears glistening in her eyes which broke my heart. "Sebastian… did you hear what they said about Ruben? It can't be true. They can't take away my baby." Narrowing her eyes, tears began to spill from the corner of her eyes. She was about to end and see his body but I hugged her from behind. My body acted on its own. I couldn't let her see the condition of his body. Shot five times. "Mother. Please don't go there." Holding her firmly, I whispered hopelessly, holding her back to refrain her from seeing his dead body. It would break her. Gasping, she broke into a wailing, losing her strength, almost falling but I hugged her tightly. My stitch probably opened while doing it, I winced in pain but ignored it and focused on Mother. "No. This can't be! Tell me, it's a lie! Why does it have to be him?!" Sobbing, she turned to me, embracing me tightly. I was hesitant at first but slowly hugged her back. My heart skipped a beat as I had forgotten how warm and homely it felt. Closing my eyes, I held her firmly, my lips were quivering. "I am sorry, I couldn't protect him. I am so sorry."