I hear some shuffling outside the bathroom door.

My throat is sore but I can't stop the tears falling down my face.

'Dilara open the door,' Adriano says.

I continue crying and he knocks on the door, my sobs get louder and I lean my head against the door.

This is all my fault.

'Dilara please,' he begs. 'Let me help you.'

'I'm fine Adriano,' I cry. I press the palm of my hands to my eyes.

I probably have blood everywhere but I couldn't care less.

'Dilara please,' his knocks get more desperate. 'Dilara let me in.'

I hear him slump to the ground.

I ignore him and place my forehead on my knees. I place a hand over my mouth, making my sobs more quieter.

I let out a slow shuddering breath and pull my arms tighter around me.

************* I wake up, sweating and panting.

It was all a dream.

That's what I think until I look down at my blood stained hands.

No it wasn't.

I stable myself as I get up and wash the blood off my hands. I look into the mirror and find fingerprints of blood all over my face.

I scrub until my face is red and raw. There's not on speck of blood on my skin but my clothes are covered in it. I make sure to wash my fingernails, I want all this blood gone.

Light peeks through the bathroom window and I open the door.

Adriano is asleep next to the door. He fell asleep while waiting for me to come out.

I can still feel the blood stained on my hands but look down at my clean skin.

My room is cleaned, as if nothing ever happened last night. But I still see the ghost of Jasmine's blood on the floor.

I wipe my hands on my trousers. My bloodied hands.

No it's not blood, just sweat.

I peel off my bloodied clothes and change into a hoodie. It's Christmas today but it doesn't feel like it, the house is eerily quiet.

Matteo sits in the kitchen, his hands folded on the table. He looks up at me as I walk in, his red rimmed eyes giving off the fact that he was crying.

I take out a bottle of Tequila and two shot glasses. I fill them up and pass one to Matteo.

He looks up at me and takes it, giving me a small nod.

I feel as if I should say something but I don't know where to start. So instead, I sit opposite him and take a shot, refilling both our glasses.

'She died protecting you.' He finally breaks the silence.

'I know,' I take another shot.

It's all my fault.

Matteo looks up at me and for the first time since I got here, his brown eyes aren't filled with hatred.

'Jasmine only ever protected those she saw good in.' He says, and I fill up his shot glass. 'I'm not going to live the rest of my life hating you or thinking you should've died instead.'

We stay silent for a while.

'She wouldn't have wanted that.' He looks down and I take a deep shuddering breath. 'So I'm going to have to trust you.'

'Believe me Matteo,' I say. 'I'm going to kill whoever it was that did this.'

'I know you will, but I'll beat you to it.' He clenches his fists.

Mimi walks in and Alessandro walks behind her holding a tired looking Rory.

She instantly goes to Matteo and hugs him. His hands lay limply at his sides.

'I'm so sorry Matteo.' She mumbles. 'We know you loved her.'

He doesn't say anything but lightly taps Mimi on her back and she lets him go.

Alessandro lightly squeezes my shoulder.

Matteo gets up and takes out two big glasses.

'If we want to get through the next couple of days, we're going to need more than a couple of shots.' He says, pushing them towards me.

I want to smile at that comment, I really do but it doesn't feel right.

I fill up both of our glasses and we drink from them.

Xuan walks in, drying his hands on a towel and Adriano follows behind him.

'We identified both killers.' Adriano says immediately. 'The dead one is Pablo Rodriguez and the woman is Cora Larson.'

My breath catches in my throat.

Pablo tried to kill me.

Cora killed Jasmine.

This is all my fault.

I lead them here.

'This is all my fault.' I mutter, shaking my head. 'I'm so sorry.'

'Dilara don't say shit like that.' Xuan says. 'You didn't want this to happen.'

'I lead them straight here.' My voice is merely a whisper as I stare straight at my glass, not being able to look any of them in the eye.

'Where are they now?' Matteo asks.

'Terzo and Lorenzo moved them to the same base we put Eliza in.' Alessandro says. 'Zoya had a mental breakdown so she's resting in another room.'

'I'm going to go see them.' Matteo says.

No one dares question him or tell him that he can't. He loved Jasmine and it's only fair he does what he needs to do to heal.

The house is silent except for Alessandro cooing at Rory and her little mumbles

Mimi busies herself with making breakfast for al of us but I don't have an appetite. I don't feel as if I can swallow anything at the moment.

You're the reason she died.

I shake the throat away and take a gulp of tequila, leaving a bloody hand print on the glass.

My hands feel wet as I try to wipe off all the blood onto my jeans.

No not blood, sweat.

It's just sweat.

I'm going insane.

Pull yourself together Dilara.

If you want to find away to burn Dominico to the ground you need to pull yourself together.

I'm going insane.

The doorbell rings and we all look at each other before I go to open it.

Adriano and Xuan follow me and I open the door.

Christianto stands in the doorway, his hoodie soaked in blood and a grin plastered on his face.

'Don't worry this blood isn't mine.' He says.

*AUTHORS NOTE* I feel so bad for Matteo he actually deserves the world. First Blondie is him mum and now his girlfriend dies. Have a nice day!