Chapter 12: the unexpected visit

Alan's POV

The noisy alarm beeps and I jerked up where I laid. The florescent lights from the window hits my face.

I could feel my body on something soft and comfy. It made me spread and strain my arms to feel the texture of where I laid.

I guess peris has brought me to the bed. Languorously, I slammed the alarm, yawn and rose up.

Shit! Our flight! I slowly spur my eyes open and my ears heard a rattling sound.

I rolled my eyes and then met the window which was opened. I lowered my eyes down and I was wearing an underwear.

However, I couldn't find peris any where. Probably in the bathroom.

I needed to see if I did a great job on his injured shoulder.

Raising my head above me, I found my father sitting on the couch, crossed legs with a newspaper.

Fuck! How did he get here! He seems unmoved and studying something.

I shook my head if perhaps it was my hallucination but then, he was still there.

I threw the duffel on me and drew closer to him, puzzled but raged. If he was here, then where was Peris?

He seems relaxed in his blue blazers and a stern look. He lowered the news paper, strained his shoulders and looked at me in the eyes.

"Where's peris!" I brawled glaring at him. There was no salutation. Ever since his first attempt to seperate me from my lover, I lost respect for him.

"Seems my son's talking back because of a man" he muttered as though disgusted by that statement.

"Fucking tell me where he is!" I roared fuming so hard. I feared he'd be in danger.

How do my father keep track of me? He appears like the devil which possess me off.

"And if I don't?" He calm said adjusted his glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose.

"Dad!" I yelled and he stood up and slapped me.

"I wouldn't let my only heir be possessed by this madness! You're going back to meet your wife!" He scolded and I inhaled straighten my lose because it lost his balance.

I could feel something wet around my lips. His ring must have hit me hard. He always wears so many rings on his fingers.

My lips folded as I licked it. It had a taste of blood. I was stunned because it was his first time hitting me.

It only proves he was seriously mad at me for my actions. Every sound faded and I felt I was falling inside a vast desert.

"Then, I'd be a dead heir without him, I love him and if you hurt him, I swear, I'd kill myself!" I cried breathing heavily and all he did was chuckle.

He snapped his hands and immediately, three bodyguards juddered themselves inside the room.

One of them held a TV, struggling to fit inside the small door of the bedroom until he could get in.

I widened my eyes at them. They always had grievous and gothic look on them as though they were his demons.

Just like their boss, their face had a lots of troubles. Their eyes were fixed on me as they await their boss instructions.

He took out a lighter from his breast pocket. I barely see him smoke but always carries this lighter, one that could burn down a whole place.

The history of my father was weird, a retired army and he'd fit for a mafia just that he desired to venture into the business line.

He gets anything done, how, when and where.

Sometimes I wonder why I do not possess his authority, power and pose. It seems as though I was adopted.

The stomping of his foot jerked me back to reality.

He was drawing closer to me and his eyes darken at me.

"I guess I haven't discipline you enough huh?" He bark switching on his lighter and letting out a squirky smile at me.

"Why don't we watch a little cinema?"

He beckons and quickly, the guard who held the TV placed it adjacent the window and then switched it on, according to the wish of my father.

There i found peris laying in a pool of blood, subconscious with men in dark who had injured him.

He was bruised and brutally beaten that he could barely move.

I ran towards the TV screen, to touch him and then that was impossible. I kicked it and then looked baffled at my father.

He still had his composed look, not remorseful for his actions. He was the devil!

I returned my gaze to the screen as I became hypersensitive.

They took him from the ground and sat on a chair, tying him to it. I could feel his hurt, his silent tears and it was all because of me.

His injured shoulder bleeds, these heartless men didn't let him heal and just do as they order.

I saw them pour him water running from a pipe and he gaggles, certainly scampering for air.

They were bathing him and his bloody body washes off and trickles to the ground.

It felt as though I was the one in his place, having to go through the pain and discrimination he faced because of me.

"Stop! No!" I cried and then threw my face to the old man who was enjoying all that did.

"You have the antidote son" he reminded playing with the lighter. Each clicking sound it made caused me to tremble while they tortured peris the more.

We should have just left immediately and not spend the night making out.

"No!" I heard peris screamed and turning my face, I realized he was staring at someone.

I shuddered when the camera pointed whose face it was. His pregnant sister, Laura was captured.

She was also tied to a seat adjacent him, in that empty room that was occupied by vicious humans.

She was weeping and trying to talk but her mouth had been sealed.

I was distress staring at them. What they had to go through because of my foolishness.

I should never had texted him to come, I should have just severe ties with him. I just gave him a false hope once again.

Maybe we were just bond to never be.