This was supposed to end

Decisions and consequences

"RÜYA!!!" Yaman shouts immediately, looking around. He feels no shame in drawing attention to himself. Where is she?

"RÜYA!!!" Yaman shouts again, frantically looking around. Just as he is about to shout again he hears something that freezes his blood.

"AAAAAGh!!" That's Rüya's voice.

Before he can emotionally react to his wife's scream, his feet have already started running toward the voice. All his instincts are activated with an overflow of adrenaline. Only one aim in mind: protect Rüya.

He dashes to the end of the street and turns left. There he sees her: Rüya is collapsed to the ground, holding her head and whimpering. A man is running away.

Yaman reaches Rüya in a few steps and scoops he into his arms. 

"What, what happened? Are you okay!?" Yaman asks frantically.

"The man... He took Can!" Rüya manages to say through apparent pain. Yaman's eyes sharpen and he looks at the fleeing man. At that time Güven appears from around the corner with horror on his face.

"Dad, you take care of her. Please." Yaman says as Güven runs to take his spot. 

Yaman sees red. This man took Can? Did he hit Rüya as well? It is going to be hard to hold back. 

Yaman shoots into a sprint like he is possessed. He only sees the back of the fleeing man in front of him. Finally he is going to catch this bastard. 

He could feel the distance between them getting shorter. The man is getting tired. Yaman doesn't have that issue as more and more adrenaline is pumped into his veins, fueling his run. 

"Stop! You can't escape from me, you bastard!" Yaman shouts.

The man glances back and is startled at how little distance there's left between them. Yaman's rage is boiling over as he manages to grab the man's hoodie from the back. The man is suddenly pulled back which causes him to lose balance and fall.

Yaman jumps over him and grabs the front of his hoodie. He presses his knee on the man's chest and pins him down. Yaman studies his face, remembering every little detail. 

"What the fuck were you doing to my wife? You bastard!?" Yaman shouts at him and punches him in the face. The sound is satisfying, but this isn't nearly enough.

"She started chasing me herself, I promise, I didn't even touch her!" The man shouts pathetically. 

"I'll ask her and if it turns out you are lying I swear I will smash your face into the concrete, is this clear!?" Yaman shouts at the man's face.

"Please, let me go, she must have misunderstood me!" The man tries. But Yaman wasn't born yesterday.

"Good try bastard. My wife said you kidnapped our son. So don't even think about leaving here. I will get every piece of information out of you with any means possible, okay." Yaman's voice is now dangerously low. 

"Ki...kidnapped? What? I have never heard of such thing!" The man says frantically. Apparently Yaman needs to apply some persuasive techniques on him. He starts by twisting his arm toward an unnatural position. The man screeches with the whites of his eyes visible. 

The people around whisper and point at them, but Yaman doesn't care. 

Soon the man starts tapping his free arm on the ground as a sign of surrender. Yaman loosens up the twist and grabs the man by the face.

"Speak." He says.

"Okay...okay... I did take part in that plan. But I promise, I was just at the scene to hold your wife back, the other two did the actual kidnapping and hit her, I promise! I just needed money and they hired me! I'm the lowest of the low in their ranks, they told me nothing!" The man explains.