Chapter Nineteen

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"... See you tomorrow. Remember, call me if you need anything and come over whenever you want." Ivan leaned down to give him a kiss.

Ivan's eyes widened. "I don't want you to go. Please, make some excuse, but just don't go in there."

Alfred pauses one foot in the house as he slowly looks at Ivan , " I'm in enough trouble as it is...." Alfred again shows a scared expression, head throwing back towards the door once he hears the man that was looking after him.

" Alfred is that you?! You better fucking get your ass here boy!"

Ivan clenched his fists. "Should I go?"

Alfred gulps his eyes watering a little bit, " I'll see you tomorrow..."

"See you tomorrow. Stay safe." Ivan nodded firmly, stepping back and letting him go.

Alfred made another step into the house and was suddenly pulled in before the door slams shut.

Ivan shot one last glance at the now closed door and sighed. This whole place was giving him the shivers, alarm bells going off in his head. He was genuinely afraid for Alfred.

Moments later had gone by , not long before you could hear a whip smacking against skin; Alfred screaming.

Ivan flinched at the sound of the leather on skin. In a fraction of a second, he was twisting the doorknob, knocking on the door as loudly as he could. He couldn't just leave Alfred there.

Another whip was heard, Alfred again whimpering and pleading. The door again opens , a tall muscular man stood looking down at Russia. " Beat it kid! " he growls, snarling at the Russian. Alfred was not much in few however, you could make out he was on the floor; covering his face.

"No, actually. I came around because my mum is interested in adopting." Ivan lied quickly, restraining the urge to punch the man straight in the jaw.

" Hes grounded " he continued to glare down at him.

"For how long?" Ivan asked, still insistent upon keeping Alfred safe.

"For how long?" Ivan asked, still insistent upon keeping Alfred safe.

" A week...a month, who knows " the taller man grins , closing the door on Ivans face as he laughs.

The last thing he saw before the door was closed was the pleading expression on Alfred's face. Ivan reached for his phone, wondering whether he should call his mother or the police.

More screams where heard as well as more whips , not shortly after it sounded as if a bone cracked.

Ivan froze at the cracking sound, pulling out his phone and dialling the number for the police and the hospital.

Another crack was heard as well of another few whips.

Ivan waited outside, a panicked expression on his face until he saw a police car pull up, followed closely by an ambulance.

Yet , another few whips echo within the police and ambulance sirens.

Two of the officers knocked on the door, demanding that the man should open up.

The door doesn't open and shuffling was heard behind it.

"Sir, please open up otherwise we will have to use force." One of the officers called sternly. Ivan watched anxiously from the side.

The door opens as the man looks down at them, " What's the problem? " he asks

"We were called here after this man heard screaming and crying from inside the house. As we heard it too, we need to look inside."

" Don't be stupid it was just the kids arguing.." he gave Ivan a look from behind the officers shoulders.

"Sir, we insist." The female officer held up her hand firmly, motioning for him to step aside.

" Fine go ahead...." he steps aside and makes a run for it down the street.

Two others raced after him, while the third climbed into the car and followed. The female officer from before stepped inside, asking if anyone else was there.

Alfred was whimpering in a closed locked room, trying to call out for help.

The paramedics team followed the officer into the house, pursued by Ivan. "Alfred? Where are you?"

" I-Ivan " Alfred scoffs and coughs , his voice crackling.

Ivan turned to the source of the noise. "Alfred?" He carefully unlocked the door, panic in his eyes.

Alfred was on the floor, several whip marks across his face which he tried to cover. Blood dropping from his nose and lips, his arm broken...aswell as his leg.

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