This was supposed to end

The ghosts of the past

Yaman's heart rate picks up after hearing the man's words. Is he just saying that, or does he mean that this is the place where Eldar had taken him when Ilker handed him over? Suddenly he finds it hard to breathe. Yaman reaches for the compass pendant on his chest to ground himself.

The man points a gun at him which is unnecessary because he already has Rüya. He wouldn't do anything to put her in danger. The man signals for Yaman to open the car door and to step out. Yaman complies and immediately looks around for the other car. To his relief the other car is parked behind them and Rüya and her aunt step out of it with their hands up.

"Yaman!" Rüya yells, but flinches as the man holding them moves his gun's barrel towards her. This angers Yaman, but he is incapable of doing much about it.

"It's okay Rüya, don't be afraid. I'll take all of us out of here." Yaman responds. Rüya looks at him from across the yard. Her eyes are filled with panic. Defne on the other hand stands behind her looking stoic and calm. Somehow Yaman feels like he can count on her to protect Rüya. 

The man with the gun whistles and signals for Yaman to follow him. Yaman glances at Rüya one last time and complies to the man's command.

They are lead into the mansion by the men. Yaman feels uneasy and anxious. He knows that Eldar is waiting for them in the house.

The thought of what that sadistic man could do to not only him, but Rüya is making him insane. Maybe he could try and negotiate something.

They arrive into a big sitting room. Yaman's breath is caught in his throat and his chest feels tight when he sees that man sitting on an armchair. The memories start flushing in again.

He tries to even his breath. Now is not the time to lose control. He has to protect Rüya.

The man on the armchair barely reacts to the trio that are being lead into the room. He takes a sip of tea and nods at his men. They relax in turn and stay close to the three of them.

"Yaman. Ali. Soysalan. Right?" Eldar says, now looking Yaman dead into the eyes.

Yaman swallows. He can't find the strength to say anything to this man. His palms are sweaty and he feels like he could snap any moment now.

Maybe Eldar wasn't expecting a response, he swiftly continues: "You have grown up. The last time... Well, let's not talk about that." Yaman closes his eyes. Eldar's presence feels heavy and suffocating.

"Don't talk to him like that you scum!" Rüya yells from behind Yaman. This is not good. Yaman's head turns toward her and he shakes his head.

He is too late, she already caught Eldar's interest. He raises an eyebrow and places his tea cup on the table.

"Oh. We have a talker." He says. All this time his face hasn't shown any emotion. No amusement, surprise or anger. He is completely stoic.

To Yaman's horror Eldar stands up and starts approaching them. Yaman's head goes blank. The closer Eldar is, the harder it is to breath, but he is heading to Rüya.

"He... Hey! Leave them alone. Deal with me, and me alone." Yaman says desparately. He steps between Eldar and Rüya.

The man with the gun points the gun into his lower back, forcing him to step back. The situation is getting out of hand.

"Don't touch them. Please." He says, trying to keep his cool. He glances back to see Rüya and her aunt.

Rüya looks at Eldar with fire in her eyes. She clearly hates him after hearing what he had done to Yaman in his childhood.

Eldar takes a look at her face and clicks his tongue. "What's your name?" He asks.

Rüya looks at him, furious. "Rüya Soysalan." She responds. Her voice is filled with venom.