Deux

Chapter 7

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Enrique blushed bright red as the guys teased him.

"Aww... Come on guys! Stop! And where's Olivia?! Not that I'm concerned or anything but where is she?!" Enrique stumble with his words. The question had came out unexpectedly. Enrique had realized he had fallen for the young French girl long ago yet he didn't know if she was ready for a relationship, especially after what he done to her. So now, he was just going to keep it as a secret until the right time came.

"I have no idea but I'll tell you guys this, no touches my sister. Got it?" asked Oliver.

"Yup! Not that I'm gonna kiss her or anything......" teased Enrique.

"You keep those lips of yours to yourself!" exclaimed Oliver.

"Awww.... not even a small one?" asked Enrique jokingly.

"NON!!!"

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Olivia glanced at her watch. She had less than a minute before the bomb would blow. She quickly found her father and chatting with some other men.

"Father!" she yelled. Philip glared at his daughter.

"What?!" he thundered annoyed.

"Father! You have to leave!" she yelled.

"Olivia! Enough of this nonsense!" yelled Philip, his anger clear in his voice.

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Oliver and the others saw Olivia with Philip and it was clear things weren't well.

"What's happening over there?" wondered Oliver.

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"But father!" protested Olivia. "There's a bo-" *SLAP* Philip had slapped his daughter. Olivia saw the timer. It reached 3 seconds left. Olivia shoved her father away from the bomb and used her body to shield him from the bomb as it exploded. Screams were heard and people ran.

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Oliver was in horror and shock.

"FATHER!! OLIVIA!!" he cried as he made a run toward them but was blocked by running people.

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Philip opened his eyes and to his horror, Olivia was lying motionless on the ground.

"What have I done?!" he cried in horror as he grabbed his daughter. Her face as a bloody mess and her clothes were stained with blood.

"Olivia!! Olivia!! Wake up!! Oh lord! What have I done?!" Philip began to cry as the paramedics rushed to his daughter's aid.

Oliver finally was able to reach his father. Philip had no more than a couple of cuts and bruises.

"Father! Are you alright?!" asked Oliver worried. "

Oliver my son. My hatred against Olivia have killed her," cried Philip. Oliver was in shock. Could his baby sister really be dead? Could she really be gone? "

Non! I won't believe it! We must get to the hospital!" urged Oliver.

"Yes my son," replied Philip.

Oliver found his cell phone while rushing toward the hospital, he made a phone call to his mother, who was in perfect health and the Majestics.

"We'll be there at the hospital! Don't worry Oliver!" yelled Enrique before hanging up. Oliver ended the phone call and breathed slowly as Philip rushed through traffic, way over the speed limit.

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Olivia had been the ER (Emergency Room) for over 3 hours and it was really getting to them all. Philip had an emotional break down. He just couldn't stand it. All those years of abuse and neglect yet she still loved him ever so dearly. His own daughter, risked her life to save him, the man who mistreated her! ~Good lord. What have I done?! If only I had listened!~ The cold hard reality had hit him square in the face. Philip vowed that if Olivia survived, he'd make her life a living heaven.

"Olivia my daughter..... Please survive...." whispered Philip as tears streamed down his cheeks.

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About an hour later, a doctor finally exited the ER.

"Mr. Les Demonde?" he asked the small crowd. Philip stood up.

"I am he," he answered. The doctor approached him and sighed.

"Mr. Les Demonde, although your daughter had survive the blast, we don't now if she will survive the night," he explained. The room fell silent. "This night is very critical. There's a small yet hopefully chance that she'll make it but, even if she does make it........" The doctor paused.

"Well? What is it?" demanded Philip fearing the worst.

"She will be blind," he concluded.

The world seem to end just right then and there. Voices echoed in his mind. Images of past and present flashed. The doctor's words seemed to repeat over and over in a never ending cycle.

"Non! C'est impossible! Non!!" he cried. Oliver began to cry as the three Majestics comforted him.

"It'll be alright Oliver!" reassured Enrique fighting back his tears.

"Don't worry. She'll be fine! If she's stubborn as you are, she'll be fine," added Johnny.

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Philip sat beside the hospital bed containing his daughter. She was hooked up to a number of machines that kept her alive. "

I'm so sorry Olivia," he whispered. Philip took her hand and kissed it. "Please survive......."

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Well… Guess that's it!! There's probably one maybe two chapters left… well… Have A Nice Day!! TTFN!! Ta Ta For Now!! [You know I've been watching way too much Winnie the Pooh when I start saying that!! LOL!!] Bye ppl!!