Chapter 79: What do you want?
The moment he appeared, I jolted awake. I am still feeling a bit groggy, but the haziness of my head is gone. I recalled what happened. I was talking to Robbie when I walked into two men. The phone fell from my hand. I didn't see the faces of those men. It was dark, and my mind was into something else. When I apologized and bent down to pick up my cell phone, one of them took long strides and came beside me. Before I could react, he grabbed my arm and injected me with something. I pulled my arms away and asked who they were, but the other guy just swooped in, picked me up, and put me on his shoulder. I tried to yell, but suddenly strong dizziness took over, and everything went black. Recalling all this is causing a severe headache to me. I held my head with my hand feeling nauseous. Did they inject some drugs into me?
"Aaahhhh, Amanda, I told you the dose was too much," I heard Mr. Olsen speak to the woman beside him.
"I apologize, Mr. Olsen. I was worried that he might make a ruckus and call the attention of the cops. It was a really close save," the woman named Amanda said.
Cops?!
"Fine, fine! Why don't you clear his head?" Mr. Olsen said genially.
"I don't think that's a good-" Amanda started doubtfully.
"Do it," Mr. Olsen's voice suddenly turned sharp.
The woman didn't argue anymore. She meekly said 'yes' and quickly walked to the table.
Tap Tap Tap!
The sound of her heels seemed to have magnified manifolds in my ear. It sounded so loud that I felt someone was hitting me with a hammer. My eyes started tearing up in pain. I looked up towards the woman who was standing before the table, pouring water in a glass that had something like a pill. She mixed it and walked straight to me.
"Have it, Mr. Hawker. It negates the effect of the drug. You'll feel better," Amanda said, holding out the glass.
I felt suspicious and looked at her with narrowed eyes. She has straw blond hair, bluish eyes, a strong jaw, good height, and broad shoulders. I want to ask her what she is giving me, but I feel too dizzy and my throat too dry to say anything. When I didn't take the glass, she came beside me, pulled up my face, forced my mouth open, and poured the contents of the glass slowly. I drank it despite myself. She left me once the contents of the glass emptied. I coughed as it also went into my nose and rolled down my throat.
I looked as Amanda walked back to the table. Little away from the table, Mr. Olsen had taken off his coat and sat down in the armchair right opposite to the bed I was in. He is giving me a weird look and caressing his lips. I felt a chill go down my spine at his way of looking at me. It is like he wants to devour me. The headache I was feeling a minute back started dissipating. Looks like they really did give me the cure. I leaned back on the headboard as my headache subsided.
"Looks like you are in a better condition now," Mr. Olsen chuckled.
I glared at him. I still remembered what that man did at the party, and by no means he gave me a great impression. Now, he drugged me and forcefully brought me to this unfamiliar place. I didn't think he would be petty enough to lock me up just for falling on him. What does he want? What is that damn drug that he gave me? I spoke in a croaky voice,
"What do you want?"
"Hmmm, let's say LOTS!" Mr. Olsen said, his eyes shining with a strange light.
"I don't-" I croaked but got interrupted. "Ohhhh, you haven't met Amanda, have you? Come here, babe!" he said, forwarding his hand to her. She was beside the table. Hearing him, she left the table's side and came to my line of sight, taking Mr. Olsen's hand, which he kissed.
I really don't know where this is leading to. Why would I even want to know this lady? I want to have a serious conversation here, and out of the blue, he wants to introduce this lady to me.
"She is Amanda. My trusted aide. Actually, you both might have already seen each other," Mr. Olsen snickered.
I looked at the lady carefully. No bell rang. She looks as familiar as any stranger would. I raised my eyebrow and looked at Mr. Olsen, wondering as if it was his way of joking, but the next line he spoke, took the breath out of me,
"Oh, not face to face, maybe on the school security cameras!"
Security camera? School? TWEN!!
The drug, abduction, and me finding myself in an unfamiliar place with new faces totally made me forget about the situation I am currently dealing with. Twen was abducted, and I don't know where on earth he is. There is a doubt that Robbie's dad might be the probable suspect. This was what I was talking about with Robbie when I clashed with those men.
Just then, Mr. Olsen's words hit me. This woman on the security cam? She is the one who took Twen!! I jumped down the bed to go straight at her and demand to know my son's whereabouts, but I almost fell down as my legs were completely numb. I quickly held the headboard to balance myself.
I heard a whistling sound followed by a snicker, "The antidote sure worked. He is quite energetic," Mr. Olsen sneered.
"YOU! You kidnapped my son. Where is he?? Where did you keep him? Return him right now! Give him back to me," I yelled at the woman, who just nonchalantly snorted, turned, and walked away.
"WAIT! GIVE MY SON BACK!!" I bellowed, but my legs were not cooperating with me at all, and I helplessly watched her disappear.
"Haaahh, relax, Tony," Mr. Olsen said, leaning back on his armchair and smiling at me maliciously, "She did that on MY orders."
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