The Emancipation of a Fuckboy [BxB] √

Chapter Forty

Dominic

It's been fifteen minutes since someone covered my face with a sack and dragged me somewhere. I'm trying to keep track of the time as much as I can. My focus is set to keep track of everything to be precise just like some of those kidnapping movies where the victim tries to keep track of the time, tries to listen to some distinct sounds from the surroundings and even observe the place's smell. I know for a fact that I'm still in the neighborhood since they only carried me for a few minutes. If my observations are right, I'm inside a bedroom since it doesn't smell like a basement and I don't remember being carried down some stairs, it actually smells like mothballs and a lot of fabric here. I'm perfectly aware that I have to be calm in this kind of situations, but the fact that I saw my mom bleeding unconscious and my sister tied up is taking me somewhere else around the city of panic. I'm trying to talk to someone, but no one was answering so I'm pretty much getting to the conclusion that I'm alone in this room right now. They tied me into a chair to make sure I won't make my escape. My hands and feet were all tied up tight enough.

Just like a blink of an eye, another five minutes went by, and I heard the door open. Hearing the slow creaking sounds it created made my ear hurt. Heavy footsteps followed almost immediately and the next thing I know I'm being lifted up. I'm still tied-up tight on the chair, but they have chosen to lift me up along with the chair itself. I tried screaming, but they are smart enough to put something on my mouth, and the only sound that I make are indistinct gibberish sounds that I almost feel like one of the minions of Gru. Struggling won't even do anything for me, I could possibly fall and get hurt, and they'd just pick me up again.

The darkness makes me a little bit dizzy, and I'm beginning to lose my sense of focus until they finally put me down. Nice and gentle, they settled the chair on the ground, it's as though I'm a fragile package that they need to deliver safe and sound. I don't know what's going on, but this is one of those moments where I just wish to shut down. I imagined being slaughtered in the worst possible ways. I've thought of my head getting chopped and thrown somewhere along the river. I've thought of being tortured before getting shot in the forehead. Someone finally decided to remove the sack from my head and then I immediately heard party poppers popping continuously.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!"

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the bright afternoon light, and when it did, I saw a myriad of confetti flying all around our backyard. A lot of people were clapping and cheering in front of me. I saw my mom very much alive and well, and she's smiling so crazy that I finally understood what's happening. She still got those bloodstains on her face which I'm pretty sure is fake. My sister Collene stood right beside her, and she's fine as well.

What the actual fuck!

So this is my mom's master plan all along? I almost shit myself from this shenanigan that she had organized. She almost gave me a heart attack. But I've got to commend the creativity that she put to make this one happen. I have to admit that it's better, far developed and well-thought-out than the last time she tried to surprise me. But it almost gave me a heart attack, and she's going to pay for this after.

"Happy Birthday, Dominic!" My mom yelled from afar. Her voice is cracking up, but I guess she's happy, that's why.

"Thank you, mom." I replied. I tried to stand up, and I almost forgot that I'm still tied-up tight on this chair. "Uhm, can someone untie me now. Please!" I requested awkwardly.

"Oh yeah, yeah." My mom giggled and immediately rushed towards where I was sitting.

"What the fuck, mom. You almost gave me a heart attack!" I whispered to my mother as she was untying me up.