The Bullied Husband's Club

Chapter 2: To Where it Starts

Bam!

Ivan's ears started ringing as their car turned upside down. Sitting down on the ridges of the forest of Bulvkan in the City of Iroland.

Duke Henry IV was struggling as he moved to help his son adjust from the seat. He ignored the pain and unwrapped his son from his wife's arm. He shook his wife but she didn't respond. Blood gushing down his wife's forehead.

"Ivan..." His father called him huskily as he removed his necklace from his neck. "Ivan..." He shook him quickly.

"Papa, you are bleeding," Ivan mumbled.

"Ivan, you have to run. Run as fast as you can and don't let them catch you. Call your grandfather..." He took out the phone from his pants" front pocket and gave it to him.

"What about Mama?" He asked as he reached for his mother's hand.

"Leave her be..." Ivan's father slid the necklace to Ivan's elegant tuxedo that is now ruined by blood. "You have to run."

Ivan's father pushed open the door. It's jammed. So, he took out his handkerchief inside his blood-tainted tuxedo and wrapped it around his fist, and punched the glass window to break it. He paved the pieces of broken glass away. Then, he quickly slid his son outside. Ivan stood outside and stopped for a moment and watched as his father reached for his mother to wake her up. But she's severely injured. Her shining black hair glistened with red blood at the slight ray of the moonlight flowing through her neck.

"Run!" His father roared at him and that made him run into the woods with hesitation and confusion. As he dashed through the forest he heard screeching sounds of tires making him stop from dashing and looked back at their car. As he looked back, he saw their car lose balance and eventually roll down the cliff when one of the cars hit it. The rumbling sound of their car rolling down the cliff was accompanied by other cars hit with their securities in it.

Then he saw a man come outside from one of those cars who hit them, holding a gun in his left hand. His silhouette terrified him. Then Ivan started running again, all his tears streaming down his cheeks unknowingly. He felt his body ached as he tried to move with every muscle in his body contracting with so much fright.

Then he heard an explosion. He stopped. He wanted to run back but he heard a voice.

"Lord Ivan, where are you?" A man's voice called. He started running again through the woods as he heard heavy footsteps coming in his direction

His chest was heaving as he kept on running in the dark. He pushed himself through all the branches and whatever it is on his way. He tripped many times, but he endured all the pain that he felt. Bang! Then he felt a sharp sting on his right arm and he held it, wishing that he dodged every bullet that the man shot. He kept on running all the while with the blood gushing from his right arm. He found a big tree and hid from it. He pulled the phone his father gave him from his pocket and started to dial his Grandfather's number to ask for help.