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SETENTA Y DOS

THIRTEEN YEARS AGO.

BRANDON's POV

"Bran honey...where are you?" Diane's voice illuminated my room which only made me curl more in my wardrobe.

"Bran...where are you?" She called out then whispered some words to one of my personal maids. I didn't want her to find me if not she'd win.

"This is no time to play hide and seek. Your sister is already dressed and your dad has lost his patience so come out wherever you are..." then she began to chuckle knocked the door to the wardrobe I was. "Is anyone in? Oh I think someone's in here."

I giggled and came out of the wardrobe. "Oh no...I lost once again."

She patted my head. "Don't worry I'll give you just this one win..."

"What's going on here?!" Edwin's stern startled both of us then her shoulders dropped.

"Darling...we'll be with you in the car very soon."

"Aren't you guys conscious of time? We're running late to the dinner or where you playing that game again...Bran?" He rose his brows and I stared at the floor in silence.

"There's nothing wrong with a thirteen year old playing little games." Diane defended me.

"He's the one who would take over my legacy darling...my company... my name. Some form of maturity would do."

She rolled her eyes. "Edwin...we'll meet you and Brenda downstairs. I don't want any of those maids walking her down the stairs." She lifted my head and smiled at me. I was so sad that my eyes showed it. I just wanted to play and nothing else. Was I wrong?

"You know Bran my boy...if you could start emulating from Dylan Farassis...I think you'd start getting matured."

"Oh shut up Edwin." Diane said in annoyance. "You keep bringing up that Farassis' son like Bran isn't enough for you as a son!"

She tucked in my white shirt and adjusted my bow tie. "No...that's not what I meant. I just wanted him to be a bit matured...like Dylan Farassis."

Mum moved closer to him and said. "Stop comparing my son with a child with post traumatic stress disorder! They'll never be alike. Stop the comparism shit."

Dad shook his head. "Diane, I disclosed this secret my best friend told me about his son and look how you're spilling it out. What if one of the maids over heard you saying that Dylan Farassis has post traumatic stress disorder? You made a point but never blame a child for whatever condition he's going through. That's bottom tier behavior."

He left the room in disappointment and mom walked back to me. She seemed annoyed and her cheeks flustered.

"Mom." I called.

"Yes." She answered with a smile to cover up her emotions.

"What's post traumatic stress disorder?"

She chuckled and shook her head. "You're such a smart boy Brandon. How did you learn those words so fast?"

"I don't know." I shrugged. "I heard it twice."

She pecked my forehead and said. "I love you...my smart boy. Come on. Mummy deserves a hug."

I wrapped my arms around her with a smile. "Don't tell anyone what you heard about Dylan Farassis. As funny as it is, I love him thesame way I love you and your sister."

I nodded. "Yes mummy."

BACK TO PRESENT DAY.

Teresa's POV

The shooting spree wasn't going to end anytime soon cause it had been on for like thirty minutes already. My ears ached me from the disturbing sound so I used my bloody hands to protect them. Blood from my lips trickled down my chin and my eyes fell on the ugly wounds on my limbs. Sergio really had a good one on me. In my opinion, he would've killed me if not for El, who reminded him that they don't kill women and children. My whole body ached so bad that I let out a tear from my eyes. I had been brutalized badly and I knew that Sergio was going to come again to beat the hell out of me. If he should come back here to torture me, I might just kick the bucket.

I was alone in a room with a dim bulb. The place smelled like petrol as I saw three barrels stacked at a corner in the room. There were two tables joined together with guns and explosives on them. My hands and legs were tied against each other and I was made to lie against the wall just beneath the only window in the room.

I was used to lure Bran and Demorte's gang into a trap and that made me so angry. Then I thought of him...Bran. Where was he in that battleground? A bit of me wished for his safety but I needed him to come and be my knight in shining armor. Lol. Can't believe I was cracking a joke when I was counting my hours in this life.

But on a more serious note, I really needed saving at the moment because I wasn't ready to die . I had loved ones in my life that would still want me alive on this earth so I decided to still stick around till Bran would be around. I was assured that he'll come to my rescue as the thought of the day on the cliff crossed my mind. A grin spread across my face as I recalled how he told to me feel safe inside with him in a box. I knew that our box was still in existence so I trusted him.

The door flung open and I raised my head in anticipation that it was him but all my hopes dropped when I saw Sergio rush into the room panting."Your stupid boyfriends are here to save you. I don't know how an unimportant person I met in a mere bathroom became so valuable in this whole  chain of events. I mean...you brought them here all by yourself. We should have kidnapped you a long time ago if you were this useful."

I wanted to reply but I was too weak to do so. "Nevertheless, they're falling into our trap. All thanks to you."

Then I said weakly. "Your grave."

"What?" He asked like he didn't hear what I said.

"Your grave is awaiting you!" I shouted with a bit of the strength I was holding on to.

He walked closer to me and smacked my cheek so hard that I lost my hearing for what felt like a minute. "You know what? I've changed my mind because your little dirty mouth keeps getting at me. I'll burn you alive! Let's see whose grave is awaiting who."

He walked to the other end of the room and carried a barrel that was filled with a fluid. I figured it was petrol when he began to spread it in the room and my nose captured its unique smell. My eyes closed in pain as the realization of getting burnt alive hit me.

"Where are the fucking matches!" He screamed as he searched through the room ransacked through some items on the table. In an instant, he dashed out of the room and I hoped within me that Bran be here any moment from now.