The blackberry resting beside my laptop rings disrupting my work. Darn it! I want to scream, though I can’t find my words. I remember giving all of my staff specific instructions to not disturb me, unless it’s urgent. I’ve been stuck in back to back meetings from noon, I had to deal with those assholes from Taiwan during the conference call, and Flynn kicked my ass during our session at the gym this morning. It’s now 8:45 and I’m at home in my tower in the sky in Seattle,sitting in my study trying to figure out these numbers on the spreadsheets Ros sent over.

“What?” I snap, picking up the cellphone.

“Sir,” Sawyer my head of security’s  voice speaks up. “Mia was in an accident.” The blackberry slips through my fingers, crashing against my office floor. My world feels as if it’s collapsing around me. No, not Mia, not my Mia, I repeat over and over in my head.

Picking up the cell off the floor, and jacket off the chair I make my way to Taylor, my security’s office.

“I want to know everything! So help me God, Sawyer, if you leave out one, small detail I’ll make your life a living hell.” I hang up abruptly and stumble into Taylor’s office. “Taylor! I need to be in Portland today!”

What seems like hours passing my blackberry sounds, once again. We’re in the Audi, sitting in silence a few minutes from the hospital,as Taylor swerves between traffic, and I sit in the back gazing out the window brushing my index finger over my knuckles. “Sawyer.”

“Sir,” he pauses, “the only details I could obtain are from the police reports.”

“What do you mean police reports?” I begin to clench my jaw, forming my lips into a thin line. No, not my Mia. Not my little sister, anyone but her.

“Sir she was reported to be driving down Adams, and was hit head on off of Chestnut St,” he paused, “it was a hit and run.”

I ran my hand through my hair to try to refrain myself from lashing out. F***, as if today could get any worse. I glance up and see Taylor glancing at me in the mirror.

“Eyes on the road Taylor,” I bark and he nods,”Sir,” refocusing on the lines of cars ahead of us.

God  it’s been a months since I last saw my little sister, or any of my family for that matter. Well I guess she’s not so little anymore, I mean she turned 21 three months ago. F*** she’s only 21, I clench my jaw tighter staring out at the passing buildings.

“Sir,” Sawyer’s voice speaks up.

“What,” I snap, bringing myself out of my inner thoughts.

“She was rushed to the critical care center, she wasn’t breathing on the scene.

As we pull into the parking lot I rip off my seatbelt and bolt out of the car, ignoring Taylor as he shouts at me, something about parking the car or something. I don't really  care, I just need to find Mia.

When I reach the front desk I tower over the receptionist. She holds her finger up, signalling me to wait while she takes a call. Who the f*** does she think I am? I’M ELLIOT TREVELYAN,  I DON’T WAIT.

“Mia Trevelyan, she was brought in about 15 minutes ago, critical care? Hit and run?” I blurt out feeling my throat swell. Don't cry. Don’t you dare f***ing cry. I haven't cried since I was 6...I push the memories to the back of my head. Not here Trevelyan.

She glares at me continuing her call, “Elliot!” I hear from behind me.

“Ethan..is she okay? What do you know? F*** I’m gonna kill the bastard responsible for this.” I completely lose it, clenching my hands at my side as I rush over to my brother, who’s rising from his chair, dried tear stains on his cheeks, wearing ripped jeans and a dirty faded red tshirt. He must have received a call from our parents on his way home from work.

“We haven’t heard much.. Mom’s in there with her and some other guy she works with, Dr. Monroe or something weird.” I sigh trying to calm down, “How about Dad, where is he? I have to talk to him.” I scan the room trying to locate him.

There’s a couple sitting in the far right, both in their early twenties, the girl crying her eyes out into his shoulder, a little boy about five sitting with his eyes focused on the coffee stain in the center of the rug. I finally find him, pacing the length of the hallway in front of the restrooms, phone glued to his ear. He’s still in his suit so he must have driven here straight from the office. I leave Ethan to sit back in his chair as I approach my father who’s angrily growling into his phone.

“I want the CCTV footage from that traffic camera. No I don't care. I want it by tonight.”  He hangs up the phone shoving it into his pocket, pinching the bridge of his nose screwing his eyes shut.

“Dad..” I make out barely even audible. “Hey son,”  He looks over at me sighing, the stress clearly evident in his raspy voice. He flashes me a half smile and rests his hand on my shoulder giving it a squeeze, “Let’s go sit with your brother.”

“Dad, I need to know she’s okay.. she’s just a kid.” The rage builds up as my worry, is now filled with anger. “It should’ve been me. I should’ve been in that car,” I growl raking my fingers through my hair.

“Elliot just sit, your mother should be out soon.” I groan slumping down into the chair next to Ethan facing the door to the corridor separating me from my baby sister.

“She’ll be okay Lelliot, I know she will. She’s always been tough,” Ethan assures me. I smile at the use of my childhood nickname, it brings back fond memories, of when I was first adopted by the Trevelyan family.

When Mia was laughing, and smiling, and healthy. The receptionist's phone rings again and a baby sounds, starting a chaotic chain of sounds, I had managed to block out, snapping me out of my inner reflections.
I swear to god once I hear news I’m gonna track that son of a b**** down and make sure he never steps foot in a car again. I’ll assure he gets jail time, death. He’ll be lucky if he can see straight when I’m done with him. I glance down at my phone to see if Sawyer has called with an update, when I catch the time. 11:17.

It's been 2 hours, I shift in my chair noticing Sawyer standing guard near the entrance. I didn’t even notice him come in. My full attentions been glued to the flickering light above the corridor, which holds Mia’s fate. I glance over at Ethan who’s managed to doze off in his chair, brows furrowed, a truly pained expression evident on his face. His mind’s probably wandering to the worst like mine. I rub my face and sigh standing up, wiping out the wrinkles in my suit pants. Dads shifted to the corner of the room where the couple was seated, typing away furiously at his Iphone. I glance at Sawyer and point to the  restrooms, notifying him of my whereabouts. He nods.

Walking into the bathroom I press my palms against the edge of the sink hanging my head down screwing my eyes shut,”F***” I let out under my breath.

Looking up at the shell of a man  with a cold gaze looking back at me, gray eyes darkening, resembling the shade of a sky before a tornado strikes, leaving nothing but a trail of tragedy. As tragic as a helpless little boy cowering in a corner. Groaning I turn the faucet on, and splash cold water on my face. Staring at the figure, I stare at my tussled copper locks draping over my forehead falling just before my eyes. Man I need a haircut.I run my fingers through them again, shifting them to the side. I take off my cufflinks and shove them into my pants pocket and push my sleeves  up above my  elbows, standing straight up I undo the first two buttons of my white shirt, exposing my blonde chest hair, and a single burn mark. I clench my jaw, as the memories flood my head, anger building up inside of me. Standing before me is no longer Elliot Trevelyan, CEO, but Elliot the frightened little boy,son of a crack addict,, starving for food, deprived of happiness.Clenching my fists at my sides looking at the reflection before me, I raise my hand to punch the figure, mocking me. I freeze, as  the door swings open, only to make eye contact with Sawyer. I lower my arm and unclench my fist, pushing the memories to the back of my head sealing them back in the vault where they belong.

    “Sir,” he says cautiously, “Your mother has news of Mia’s progress.”

All of the color drains from my face, my breathing hitches, and that lump in my throat has returned. I nod slowly walking out of the bathroom, head bowed, Sawyer following behind me. I look over catching sight of Ethan who is now awake, hovering over my parents who are deep in conversation. I swallow hard, as I begin to hear my mother's whispers.