Atrophy | A Dark Mafia Bully Romance

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

"I didn't d-do anything. What —"

"You fucking let her get raped just because it was your worthless father! You fucking walked away! What kind of woman are you." He roared.

"I didn't know. What are you even saying!" She screamed with tears clouding her vision.

"Lies. You lying bitch! That's why you looked like that when you came downstairs. I knew you were hiding something. I'll fucking kill you, you slut! I can't believe I ever — I can't I believe I thought I —" He broke off looking pained as she shook her head repeatedly trying to deny his accusations.

"Fuck. Fuck. Oh my god what have I done." He suddenly moved away from her and gripped his head tightly. She tried to get up and go to him but he kicked her away from him.

"I don't want to fucking see your face, if you say another word, I'll rip your tongue out."

Everyone looked at Vanessa with disgust and hatred as some of them shook their heads with their phones out.

Vanessa could see Elena's heartbroken expression from the ground.

Why would Elena lie? "You fucking whore. I trusted you." Emerson sneered as he shot up immediately and pushed her hard. She fell to the floor as she shook her head.
hat was this.

It didn't make sense. Elena had to be lying.

Elena was lying.

That was the thought that Vanessa finally ended up with but as she caught a glimpse of Elena's horrified expression at the sight of her, she knew that something had gone terribly wrong.

Vanessa started to question herself. She hadn't seen it happen.

She hadn't. Right?

***

Emerson didn't want to breathe ever again as he watched how much it pained his little sister to breathe properly as she sobbed over and over again in the ambulance.

He didn't want to look at his phone. He couldn't talk to anyone but it didn't matter what he wanted. Elena was the only one that mattered now so he picked up the call.

"Where the fuck are you." Emerson's dad's voice coldly barked through the phone.

"We're going to the hospital."

"We'll be there in ten. I expect you to tell me every goddamn detail."

"Yes sir." Emerson obeyed knowing his dad had every right to beat the absolute shit out of him at the moment.

There was a long pause.

"Son. It's not your fault." Mason stated and ended the call.

Elena looked as though she was going to drop dead any second and it worried him too much.

He held her hand and ordered the driver to go faster.

***

"We're doing the rape kit sir." A doctor meekly tried to explain to a fuming Mason as his wife's body shook with sobs from beside him.

"I want answers in five minutes." Mason commanded as he gripped the doctor's collar.

The man fervently nodded and ran back into the room.

Emerson stared at the door of the hospital room with dead eyes, feeling absolutely nothing but rage.

"Intercepting in twenty minutes." Mason coldly murmured as he stood next to his son.