The Knife In My Hand

Chapter Four, My Daughter

Point Of View - Lorenzo Bianchi

      B-U-Z-Z, Damien called me. "S-he's has collapsed" Damien shuddered for a second. Damien loves his sister very much, he was really Elma's favorite brother when she was five. Damien went to Elma's class after she left to take a phone call and never returned.

       "What!" Yelling on my phone and changing my phone to the speaker. "Call 911, Damien!" I lowered my voice from yelling. As is my reputation in the mafia we drive to hospitals and not wait for ambulances but we have a social worker with us. So, I won't lose my daughter again just because of some formalities.

       Dannielle dropped her stack of paper. "I need to ride in the ambulance." Dannielle sternly said and not being afraid of me, the Don of the Italian Mafia.

       I started to walk out of the office with Dannielle right behind me. "Father?" Damien questioned on the phone as I walked in the hallways.

       "Damien, take Elma to the front of the school." I said in a harsh tone to my son.

       "Yes, Father." He trembled and then I hung up the phone because we just arrived in front of the school.

       The ambulance arrives with sirens blasting and Damien holding Elma. My Principessa (Princess) is beautiful with her black hair and her light pale skin. Then the paramedics popped out of the vehicle. My eldest son rushed over to the back and set my Principessa (Princess) down on the rolling emergency bed. They were checking her pulse and doing their checklist. Damien gave the medic Elma's name and birthdate.

       Thump, Dannielle dropping her papers again she is very clumsy. "Her medical record is under Elma Walker and I am her social worker." She interrupted while bending down to pick her papers back up.

       "O," The man commended with a calm shocked face as he stood outside the emergency vehicle. There was a silent panic between us.

       The woman sat down in the vehicle and killed the silence between us. "We recommend going to St. Thomas Medical Hospital. She has multiple injuries that should be checked out." The woman in the light blue paramedic uniform.

       Then the male paramedic starts to walk to the driver's seat. "Who is the guardian or parent?" The Female officer stated strongly.

       Clearing my throat, "I am but she hasn't been told yet." I started while looking into her brown eyes.

       "I need to accompany Ms. Elma to the hospital." Dannielle informed the female paramedic officer.

       Should I go with my Principessa (princess) in the ambulance? "Padre io andrò con Elma. (Father I will go with Elma.)" Damien offered, knowing right I should calm down before going to the hospital.

       Facing Damien, "Sei sicuro Damiano? (Are you sure Damien?)" I questioned my eldest son and my heir to The Italian Mafia.

       "English Please!" Ms. Danielle interrupted us.

       "Sorry, Ms. Danielle." Damien yielded to Danielle's dominance, Interesting? Just looking into Damien's eyes he wants to stay with her...

       "I'll meet you there." Dannielle urgently interrupts the glares while heading into the ambulance. Nodding back to her while turning to the ambulance. Henry had a head slightly down with I don't know what to do. What am I gonna do? My daughter is unconscious. My little girl I haven't seen in twelve years. TWELVE YEARS! My wife Kara's twin Clara took my Principessa! (Princess!) She is not five anymore is is seventeen year old teenager.