The Husbands || MewGulf

Chapter 16: Held

Chapter 16

Held

Excruciating pain. Heavy breathing. Throbbing head...

Those were all nothing compared to his empty heart. He could feel the metallic taste of blood streaming down from his mouth. The lashes he got from the tortures, the deep cut of wounds on his limbs,.. He could still shot a glare while trying to stay on his knees.

"Fuckers. Where the hell did you take her?!" He yelled.

Lot of men were smirking at him. He was inside the arena. A metal chain clung on his both hands. He seemed in a week state but the pain for him was bearable.

"GET YOUR ASS OUT THERE! I KNOW YOU'RE HERE!"

A wick laugh boomed out of nowhere. That disgusting voice was familiar to him. It was someone he despised all his life. The one who wrecked their lives.

"Don't be too dramatic, young man. She's safe in here. You know that I won't hurt your wife." the annoying tone of that voice was enough for him to  get furious.

"Don't you ever lay your hands on Stella. And don't.. you ever.. let me escape out of this chains if you all still wanted to live a long life." He warned.

"Oh, that made me feel so scared!"

The laughter of evil echoed inside. He shut his eyes and tears flowed profusely. An image flashed on his head. His tension subsided with just one warm smile.

"Baby, where on earth are you?.." He uttered in the air.

A memory came back like a whirlwind. Like a broken film strips playing on his mind. He could see himself with a boy hiding in the corner. That boy was.. Gulf.

"I-Im scared..." The little boy cried while staring at him.

The light was in dim. The loud crashes coming from the outside were heard in the middle of the night.

"Shhh.. Everything will be fine. Here.." He reached his hand to the boy.

The tiny hand held his. The boy was still sobbing out of fear. He knew that something wrong was happening. He was thinking about their father .. He wanted to run to save him but he couldn't do anything but to stay for his younger brother.

"W-What about Papà?" The little boy innocently asked. His tears hushed but his eyes were still a bit bloodshot.

For a moment he couldn't utter what was really happening. He wanted to tell the truth but he knew the little boy won't be able to understand the situation. He won't let him to go through such pain and traumatic experience as he grow up.

"Shhh.. P-Papà is alright.."  He smiled to assure that all was fine.

"Really?"

"Of course.." He nodded and tapped the small  shoulder of the little boy.

He tried to cover those tiny ears. He tried so hard to bit his lip and held his own sobs as tears streamed down on his face. He could clearly hear the loud gun shots and yells outside that narrow space. It was so heavy.. and suffocating..

"What are you doing? I can't hear anything because you're covering my ears.." The boy pouted while looking at him.

He heaved a deep breath.