My mind keeps coming up with different scenarios. Could she be his sister? No, she looks way older than him. There is a possibility, but my mind keeps telling me that she is not.

Could she be his mother? No, I do not think she can. The woman looked too modest, too religious, too arrogant and too commanding.

She seems like the type that can smack him for being... him.

I know that I sound bitter and rude but that is my opinion. From the way she looked I could tell that she is christian. She looked like those Christians that are just fake, she looked like the strict type of christian.

Do not get me wrong, I am also christian. But I am not the church type of person.

I did grow up in the church and I never skipped Sunday school. I used to sing in front of the church. I memorized all the bible verses and I was among the most known in the church, because my parents had some kind of influence.

My parents grew up in the church as well, they were and still are church goers. They are never really involved in the church activities. My parents made sure they contributed what they could but when it came to church decisions and showing off they chose to not get involved.

People in church used to say that my parents helped the church grow, they helped the church develop.

And it was like music to my ears. Every child's dream is to hear his or her parents being praised. Everyone wants to be known for the good, and I always felt happy when people pointed at me with love in their eyes. I did not care that it was because of my parents, because my parents' success is mine as well.

But everything started going downhill when I started seeing everyone's true colors.

When a person starts growing externally, their minds and eyes will follow next.

I started seeing the holy people's true colors. I started seeing the bad that those people had. I started seeing what was behind their smiles. I saw the envy, jealousy and hatred.

I heard how the women talked bad about my mother, I heard how the men talked bad about my father and I heard what they all said about my family and I.

People in the church are quick to judge, while they forget to judge themselves.

I stopped going when the negativity got to much. I distanced myself from all the negativity that they brought to me.

My parents started getting concerned. They asked questions about why I started losing interest in the church and my response was simple.

"A lot of people in the church have a connection with the church," I muttered as my parents looked at me with confusion. "they claim to have a connection with God but their hearts are full of greed, envy, jealousy and fake attitude. They all claim that they have a connection with God, but their actions prove otherwise. They judge other people because they do their evil deeds behind closed doors."

That response made my parents speechless, but they did not ask me anymore questions.

I could see that they did not like my decision but they did not persuade me to join the church again.

People claim that the church is the key to heaven when it is not. I read my Bible everyday and I pray everyday.

I know that I sin intentionally and internally, but I still pray in the end. I try to not judge people, even if it's difficult, because I know that I am an imperfect people who has more demons than I let on.

That is why I fail to accept that the woman in the picture is related to Diego. The woman looked like a perfectionist when I almost ran over her, and same goes to the man that is standing next to her in the picture.

Could it be that they are the cause of Mr Martino's state?

Mr Martino's case is confusing and so is his personal life, I can already feel my fourth headache today: and I woke up six hours ago! It is twelve pm now.

"Can we talk outside?" I hear Hunter's voice, disturbing me from my thoughts.

I nod looking back at the bed. I feel my heart break in pieces as I see the most feared man with an IV attached to his hand.

It pains me to see that the man everyone fears passes through all these.

It seems like Mr Martino has more demons than he lets on. I fail to believe all the rumors I heard about him.

The man is broken and no one can ignore it. What caused all this to happen to him? Why is he so broken?

I follow Hunter out of the room as I glance at Mr Martino's unconscious state. I hope he gets better. I hope he heals from his demons.

Hunter leads me downstairs and towards the kitchen. The kitchen is splendid, it feels homely and cozy, it also looks as expensive as the entire house.

"You can sit anywhere you want," Hunter murmurs as he walks towards the huge steel fridge.

I walk towards the kitchen island, taking a seat on the chairs that are so cozy and soft.

"Can I get you anything? A beer maybe?" Hunter asks as he looks inside the refrigerator. I shake myself at him, wanting to slap myself when I realize that he can not see me.

"No," I say nervously playing with my fingers. "I don't take alcohol." I state remembering the time I almost died with a hangover. It is a story for another day.

"Ok," Hunter says closing the refrigerator. I watch as he walks towards the kitchen island.

He stands at the other side of the kitchen island, his eyes cast to the beer can in his hand.

I can tell that he is tired, his body language is enough proof.

I remember watching in awe as Hunter put his hands in Diego's mouth. Mr Martino vomitted all over him, but he did not care.

He removed his shirt instead, calling a guard that stood outside to help him lift Mr Martino from the floor.

My jaw almost touched the floor when he inserted the IV to Mr Martino's body. He did it like a professional, it looked like he has done it before.

"I know that you have questions and I will answer all your questions about Diego's case," Hunter says as he takes a sip from his beer. "You can only ask me about his case, no one else." He states with tired but threatening eyes.

I nod as he takes a sit on the chair that is next to me.

Hunter sighs painfully as he finishes his beer, his hand moving to take the remaining two that he brought out from the refrigerator. He looks emotionally drained, I already dread what I am about to hear.

I can already tell that this day will be super long and crazy.