Chapter 84: Found
Warning: Mention of physical, emotional and mental abuse; Strong Language
Robbie's POV
"What the hell are you doing here?" Fred grumbled the moment I slammed the door to his SUV, "And why did y-"
"Start driving. We don't have time to chit chat!" I said, hmphing irritably
"You're one to talk! You wasted fifteen damn minutes dragging me and the cops here," Fred complained, giving a furtive look at the cops.
"There is a reason for that! So, where is that jacka*s?" I asked in a low growl, also eyeing the two cop cars behind in the rear-view mirror.
"Here," Fred said, placing his cell phone under my nose and stamping on the accelerator at the same time.
I looked at the location. My eyes widened. No wonder Mr. Olsen is confident that no one will be able to locate him. I grumbled agitatedly,
"The ruined mansion of Emaulsen!"
"What? What's that?" Fred asked while quickly taking his cell phone back to navigate the route and gesturing to the cops to follow his car.
"That's Olsen's paternal house which has been abandoned and is in ruins," I replied, leaning back, huffing.
"Huh?? Isn't his last name Ols-" Fred started in a surprised voice.
"He changed his name," I said curtly.
"You know a lot about him," Fred said scathingly, "What are you, his personal assistant?"
"Haha," I replied humourlessly, "Olsen's father and my grandad were friends, and thus, my dad and him being childhood buddies."
"No wonder they even share hobbies," Fred said darkly, taking a sharp turn, throwing me towards the window.
I can't even refute him. I looked down, embarrassed, and spoke in an ashamed tone, "I don't even know when dad became like this. He used to be a law-abiding citizen, though, he was always narrow-minded but not-"
"A child abducting jerk?" Fred finished the sentence, rolling his eyes in disgust.
I couldn't speak. After all, dad did help in kidnapping Twen and is also a conspirator in Tony's abduction. I can never forgive him for this. The reality is harsh and painful.
"Will you even bother to tell what the wedge between Tony and Olsen is?" Fred asked, giving me a frustrated look.
I lowered my head, feeling, if possible, even more, ashamed than before, "He is the father of my ex-fiancée."
Fred slammed the brakes in bewilderment, "Excuse me?"
I saw him looking at me with a creased brow. He accelerated the car again as I told him about the entire matter, in brief, earning me a huge frown and a glare. He spoke in an angry booming voice,
"Old man, if you want to protect your man, keep your enemies at a minimum! You should know that all these powerful people love to boast their power by suppressing the weak."
"I know," I mumbled, feeling even more disgusted by myself.
It is all my fault.
How can I ever look Tony in the eye after putting him and Twen through all this?
"So, why did he change his name?" Fred asked, looking at the cell phone for the route again.
"That's a long story, and honestly, right now, I am not in the mood to speak about it" I sighed.
"Why not? That man must be hiding something. If he is so bold to do something like kidnapping, he must be confident of not being arrested. Such people come with history, and the more we know about them, the better we can exploit it," Fred snorted irritably.
I rolled my eyes. Although there is no logic behind his words, I am also anxious, so I decided to tell the story to distract myself.
"Olsen became an orphan at six. His aunt, a colossal b*tch, took over the entire family business and reluctantly his responsibility. I heard my dad say that he was physically, mentally, and emotionally abused by her and her family. He would often come to school laden in bruises. When he was sixteen, she created a false scandal involving a girl named Charlotte in his school batch from an influential German family who, quite surprisingly, was an Omega. The German family was infuriated by him for staining the name of their family's daughter, and so, they put him behind bars, but since he was a minor, they put him in juvenile. Olsen's aunt took this opportunity to break off all her relations with him, thus leaving him to fend for himself. Dad said that after he came out a year later, he completely disappeared for six whole years, and when he resurfaced, he was a changed man. It was like... like something about him died!" I said, feeling unsettled.
"Woahhhh... it sounds like some movie plot!" Fred said, sounding both fascinated and disgusted.
I sighed, "You can say that again, even I found it hilariously dramatic. He then changed his name, destroyed the Emaulsen family, in other words, his aunt, and married Charlotte, to which, amazingly, their family agreed. He even set up this import-export business which he used for both drug smuggling and sexual satisfaction!"
"Sheeesshhh! He must have a knack for doing illegal stuff," Fred said, shaking his head.
"You got that right!" I breathed out heavily, feeling disturbed, "Since the law never protected him from being abused or did an in-depth investigation regarding the scandal, he lost all faith in it, thinking the law is only for the powerful. Hence, he kept taking advantage of the loopholes of the law, exploiting the weak, predating Omegas and smuggling drugs right under the law's eyes and never getting caught as if mocking the law."
The conversation ended with a heavy, suffocating silence. Fred kept driving and checking whether he was going in the right direction. Frankly, I did pity Olsen for what he went through, but the past is past, and in the present, he is nothing more than a douchebag! Right now, pity is the last thing I felt. I just want to reach him before he does any irreparable damage.
"My dad once said, 'Monsters are not born, they are created' and today I got a living example," Fred suddenly spoke in a dry sour tone.
I looked at Fred, whose eyes were fixed on the road. This guy has a very misleading personality. Sometimes, you will think he is nothing more than an airheaded laidback fool, but other times he suddenly sprouts such heavy, grounded stuff that you will be forced to wonder if he really is a fool.
"We have reached," he said as I saw a black broken gate approaching.
As soon as our cars stopped, I jumped out along with Fred, and before the cops could stop us, we ran towards the entrance. The mansion was exuding a chilling and eerie vibe. It is definitely in ruins. The door to it is hanging, half-broken on its hinges, creepers are growing all over it, and on the entrance, the walls of the mansion are covered in moss, and I can also see some bugs and reptiles crawling around. To top it off, the lights in the mansion are flickering, making it look like some haunted house.
The cops quickly caught up to us and urged us to follow behind them. Neither of us is ready to do that. We switched on our cell phone torches and entered. Behind us, the cops filed in with torches and spread out in all directions. Fred and I started looking all over the house. I heard the cops occasionally shout, 'Negative' 'Negative' after searching through several broken and downtrodden rooms. My heart started beating very fast on hearing the negative response. I started wondering if dad gave me the wrong information. I couldn't help noticing that there doesn't seem to be a single soul in sight, but then again, what is Amanda's cell phone doing here, in these ruins.
I continued to search with Fred right on my toes. We looked through the northern and eastern sides of the mansion. They are completely empty and surrounded by pitch black. We had just made our way towards the south when mine, Fred's, and the cops' steps stopped. We all heard some whispering and footsteps.
The cops and we looked at each other and nodded as if tacitly agreeing to follow the sound. It was coming from the south-eastern corner of the mansion. When we approached, we saw a flight of stairs leading to a well-built wooden door. There was even light coming from under the door. Fred, I, and three other cops quickly walked down the stairs, and to our huge surprise, the door was not even locked. We all looked at each other and together kicked open the door with a 'BANG'.
Chapter 85: Don't touch me
Warning: Hints of Sexual Abuse and Self harm
We barged open the door to see a wide corridor-like area turning at the corner with only a wardrobe, table, and a chair. The chair was occupied by a blonde lady who was busy with her cell phone. She immediately stood upon seeing us. Her eyes looked like they were about to fall off. I instantly recognized her as Amanda. The three cops quickly ran and caught hold of her while Fred and I ran past them to the corner.
It opened into a wide hall-like area which was surprisingly empty. It has only a huge king-size bed, a table with some documents, a water jug, a glass, and an armchair placed at the end of the bed. Fred and I stopped in our tracks, horror-struck. The scene that greeted us hit like a thunderbolt.
Tony was on his stomach, naked at the bottom with hips raised and his shirt half-open. His head was buried in the bed, and one of his hands we could see was clutching onto the bedsheet tightly. Behind him, Mr. Olsen, shirtless, on his knees, his hands on both sides of Tony's waist and his erect p***s pointed right at Tony's buttocks!
Mr. Olsen looked quite taken aback on seeing us. He was so stunned that he remained to stare at us while we stared at the horrible and shameful sight, dumbstruck. I balled my fist as the anger in the pit of my stomach started boiling up like a vicious snake. I didn't waste any more time and ran straight at him. Without a second thought, I landed my balled fist on his cheek. Mr. Olsen fell on his back on the bed, holding his cheek. I felt Fred come up right after me and pull Mr. Olsen from the bed, holding him in a neck lock. Two other cops who accompanied us came running into the hall and seeing Fred almost choking Mr. Olsen, tried to pull him out of his hold. Fred didn't look like he wanted to let go, and unfortunately, for the cops, in front of Fred's bear-like stature, they were both falling short. I heard Fred yell in utter fury,
"Leave me. I am going to kill this a**hole. This bastard doesn't deserve to live. You sc*mbag!" he held Mr. Olsen even more tightly, making him gargle, his spit flying out of his mouth and his eyes rolling.
"Mr. D'Souza, you're strangling him. Let him go!! Leave him! Mr. D'Souza....you will be charged with an attempt to murder if you don't leave him," the cops screamed at Fred, trying to get Mr. Olsen out of his hold.
As the cops and Fred struggled with Mr. Olsen, I took off my overlong coat and covered Tony. I turned him around but was immediately horrified to find Tony biting onto his fist so hard that blood was flowing down his hand. His face was covered in sweat and tears. His eyes shut tightly, and he didn't even look like he was aware of his surroundings. I turned him around and tried to pry his fist out of his biting mouth, but he just wouldn't let go. I pulled his hand out, speaking urgently,
"Tony, Tony...It is me! It's Robbie. Leave your hand. You're hurting yourself. Stop it...Open your mouth...TONY!!" I almost screamed at him.
He is on the verge of fainting. My heart is about to explode from fear. He must have bit onto his hands to keep himself from losing his head. I shook him vigorously, but he still did not respond. Scared, I looked around the room to see if there was anything that could help me wake him up and found the water jug. I carefully put him onto the bed, went past the still struggling cops and Fred, and took the water jug. I ran back and poured water on Tony's pale dead looking face. This made him respond. His eyelids flickered. I quickly placed the jug on the floor and put one of my arms around his shoulder, pulling him up to my chest and gently patting his cheek. Tony's brows creased, his eyes blinked, and finally, he opened his mouth, letting go of his hand.
I immediately put his hand away and shook him. Tony slowly opened his eyes; he blinked a few times before he fully opened them. I sighed in relief and hugged him. I didn't know what I would have done if anything happened to him. He was crying when I pulled back, so I gently wiped his tears off, smiling at him,
"Don't worry. We are here. You will be fine now," I said, reassuringly.
"T-Tw-Twen," Tony stuttered.
"He is fine. He is with mum and Sam, don't worry," I said, giving him a forehead kiss.
"D-do-don't t-t-touch me," more tears leaked out of his eyes as he stammered.
I was stumped. I looked at him with wide fearful eyes. I moved his hair away from his face as I apologized in a shaking voice,
"I am so sorry that I am late. I am really sorry! You can hate me all you-"
"I-I don't h-hate you," Tony muttered with difficulty, "B-but I-I am," he said as a stream of tears roll down and he closed his eyes, "I-I am d-dirty."
For a few seconds, I didn't comprehend what he said, but then it suddenly struck me,
"What nonsense, Tony! You are not dirty," I said, gently caressing his face.
"I am n-not worthy of-of you," Tony stammered.
I am dumbfounded. What is Tony saying? Why is he even thinking like that? Worthy of me? If anything, I am not worthy of him! It is because of me that he is in this state. He would not have faced all of this if I hadn't entered his life!!
Cough...Ha hahaha...cough...hahaha
I heard a coughing laugh beside me. It's Olsen, held by the two cops and hands in cuffs. Finally, the cops got Fred's hold off of Mr. Olsen, though Fred is still standing with his hands across his chest, shooting murderous glances at him. Mr. Olsen looked at me, his eyes shining with glee and wickedness,
"I seem to have smeared your favorite toy," he sneered as he continued to cough and laugh.
"You better shut your mouth if you don't want to lose your teeth!" I growled, glaring at him.
"Breaking my teeth won't change the fac-" Mr. Olsen couldn't complete before Fred grabbed hold of his jaw.
"What are you guys waiting for, Christmas? Take this bloody b*stard out!" Fred roared at the cops, who grimaced at Fred's commanding tone but quietly did as told.
I looked at Tony, who looked broken and his lips pressed tight in a straight line. His face turned away from me, and his eyes shut. As I saw him in this state, my stomach twisted painfully. I looked at Fred, who too was looking at Tony sadly. I requested him,
"Can you please leave us alone for a minute?"
Fred looked at me, his eyes showing despair, but he nodded and quietly walked out. I looked back at Tony, who was not meeting my eyes,
"Tony, look at me!" I said.
He refused to look. I put my hand over his face gently and made him turn towards me. I bent near his face and requested, "Please."
He opened his eyes, tears beaming on the surface. I looked straight in his eye and said affectionately,
"You are not dirty. You are and will always be the most beautiful person I have known and had the fortune of loving!"
"I a-and that ma-man-" Tony stuttered through his tears.
"If having sex with another man makes you dirty, then I am a hundred times dirtier than you are. I slept with almost my entire college and that too willingly, unlike here, where that filthy bastard forced you," I said, interrupting him.
I saw Tony's nose and cheeks turning red as he held my arm with his bleeding hand. His tears formed tracks on his cheek. He looked at me, lips trembling, and said as his voice broke,
"Y-you made me w-wait too long."
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