Elijah’s pov ;
I drove around the block and parked a few streets down.
The pain of the loss of my parents still throbbed in my chest. They were killed 7 years ago, and it was the worst thing I’d ever experienced.
I was there.
I saw their car crash into that expensive car, their lifeless bodies mangled beyond recognition. It was the most horrific sight I’d ever seen.
Ever since that day, I’ve been living in a fog, a haze, a cloud. I feel like I’m constantly swimming underwater, the world around muted and distorted. I can’t seem to break the surface.
It’s not a feeling I want to revisit.
So, I’ve done my best to move on, to put the past behind , but the wound is still fresh, the pain still raw.
It was a terrible tragedy, one that’s haunted every day since. I’ve tried to make peace with it, to accept it, but the truth is, I couldn’t.
I’ve pushed it aside, buried it deep inside, and locked it away, but it’s still there, lurking beneath the surface, waiting to bubble up and consu .
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. How dare he ask how did they die when he was the one who killed them?
"Fuck." I let out a low growl and hit the steering wheel.
I’m mad at myself for letting him get to , for losing control like that. I’m supposed to be better than that, but I can’t help it.
The thought of my parents, their deaths, and their murderer bring out a side of I can’t control, a side that’s unstable and volatile.
I take another deep breath, trying to regain my composure. I can’t believe I acted so foolishly in front of him. I was supposed to fake my real self and make him fall in love with , but what did I do? I showed him my ugly self and got carried away.
But he deserved that. I shouldn’t think too much about him and his feelings. He’s not even important.
He’s insignificant, disposable, and replaceable.
I look out the window and the gloomy and empty road and still can’t stop thinking about him. Will he be able to go ho on his own?
He’s scared of dark places and unfamiliar roads. What if he’s lost and can’t find his way ho?
But wouldn’t that be great? If he never cos back, I don’t have to see his face anymore.
I started the car again and drove straight to ho.
Once ho, I went directly to my study.
Sitting down, I took a sip of the coffee prepared by the servant and opened my laptop. There were a few unread emails, and I quickly scanned them.
I heard a knock on the door and looked up to see Jas, the caretaker who cooks and cleans for .
"Sir, would you like to eat dinner?" He asked politely.
I frowned and looked at my watch. Is it already dinner ti? which ans it’s been more than an hour since I arrived.
I looked up at Jas again who was waiting for my answer. I don’t want to ask but with a tight heart, I asked it anyway.
"Is..Ash ho yet?"
Jas looked confused and shook his head. "No, sir. Wasn’t he supposed to return with you?"
"Never mind." I waved my hand dismissively.
What’s the point of asking about him anyway? He can die for all I care.
I turned my attention back to my laptop, determined to focus on my work. But the image of him alone in the dark and empty streets kept flashing in my mind.
"I’m coming..." I sighed as I couldn’t divert my mind even if I drowned myself in the work.
Shit! What’s with this guilty and nervous feeling? He’s not a kid for fuck’s sake. He’s perfectly able to return ho on his own.
"Okay, sir." Jas bowed and turned around to leave.
"Wait," I called him again.
"Yes, sir?" He turned around.
"Let’s wait until...Ash arrives," I cringed at myself for not being able to stick to my own words. "I’m going for a shower. Get everything ready and bring them to the dining room."
"Understood."
Without waiting for him to ask any questions, I hurried towards the bathroom.
A shower should clear my head and make forget about him. The hot water hit my body and I closed my eyes, letting the water run down my hair and face. I was lost in my thoughts.
Because my mind kept drifting to Ash and his safety.
"Shit," I cursed out loud, slamming the tap shut.
What the fuck is wrong with ? Why am I worried about that fucker? I hate him. I loathe him.
I stepped out of the shower, drying myself off with a towel. My eyes landed on my phone and I conflicted between calling him or not.
"Fuck it!" I picked up the phone and called him. But he didn’t pick up.
What’s wrong with this bitch? Not picking up my call? Is he showing his anger? He must be sulking.
I dialled him again, but the sa result.
"Damn it, Ash! Pick up the call, will you?" But again, the sa. "Why is he not answering?"
I was growing restless, my irritation levels rising.
I didn’t bother putting on any clothes. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I ran downstairs to the kitchen, where Jas was finishing setting the table.
"Jas!" He jumped at my sudden appearance, turning to look at , his eyes wide.
"Is Ash ho?"
"N-No, sir."
I groaned loudly, my hands running through my wet hair in frustration. My phone buzzed, raising my hopes but my face instantly dropped when I saw Ryder’s na.
"What do you want?"
"What? You’re angry?" He asked.
"I don’t have ti to waste, Ryder. Get on with it."
"Wow, talk about being rude," he mocked.
"I’m not in the mood to argue with you. If you didn’t call for any important business then bye."
"Fine. Fine. Listen. You’re coming with tomorrow to pick my suit for my birthday party."
"You called just for that?"
"Yes. So, you have to-"
"Bye," I ended the call, not giving a shit about whatever he’s going to say.
I crushed the phone in my hand and turned to Jas in a hurry. "I’m going to pick him-"
But I was interrupted by another call. And my brows relaxed seeing his na on the screen.
"Where the fuck are you? Why didn’t you answer my calls?" I yelled as soon as I picked it up.
But instead of Ash, an unfamiliar voice greets . "Hello? Is this Elijah?" the voice asks, sounding anxious.
"Yes, it is. Who’s this?" I demand, feeling a prickle of unease. "Isn’t it Ash’s phone?"
"This is the front desk at the tropolitan Hotel. I found this phone, and your number was the most frequently called. There’s an ergency involving the owner of this phone."
My heart skips a beat. "Where is Ash? What happened to him?" I ask urgently, already running to my room to dress up.
"The owner of the phone—he’s locked himself in a wardrobe and refusing to co out. He keeps calling out for you, sir. He sounds very distressed."
My mind races as I hurriedly put on my shoes and grab my car keys. "What do you an he’s locked himself in a wardrobe? Is he hurt? What happened?" My voice is edged with rising panic.
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line which made my patience snap. "Answer ! What happened to Ash? If anything happened to him, I’ll fucking burn down your whole hotel!"
The voice hesitates before replying, "Sir, you need to co here and see for yourself. Please, hurry."
I didn’t waste another second. Ending the call, I practically fly out of the house and down to the parking garage. My heart pounds as I speed through the streets, a thousand scenarios playing out in my mind. What could have possibly happened to drive Ash to such a state?
And how the fuck did he even get to that hotel?
The call had co from a motel with a club attached, a place I never would have expected him to be. Did he go there just to get his revenge on for leaving him on the streets?
I’ll cut his legs if he pulls up this stupid trick just to provoke .
The drive there felt like a fever dream, my heart pounding so hard I could barely think. When I finally arrived, the staff seed nervous, their eyes wide with fear.
"Where is he? Where’s Ash?!" I barked, my voice echoing through the lobby. My heartbeats were heavy and fast, each one a painful thud in my chest.
One of the girls, looking scared out of her wits, stepped forward. "I’ll take you to him."
I followed her through dim hallways, the atmosphere growing more overbearing with each step. The air slled of sweat and sex. We stopped in front of a door, and she pushed it open, revealing a room that made my stomach drop.
It was a fucking BDSM room.
Filled with all the trappings. Chains and restraints hung from the walls, a large bed with cuffs on each corner dominated the center of the room, and various tools of pleasure and pain were scattered around. The red lighting cast a sinister glow over everything, making the scene look even more dreadful.
The girl pointed to a closet in the corner. "He’s in there," she whispered.
I approached the closet slowly, my fingers trembling and my forehead beading with sweat. With a painful deep breath, I reached for the handle and opened the door.
And my eyes nearly plucked out of their sockets at the sight before .
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