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Chater Seventeen: I Greeted Death Like An Old Friend

"You look so much like your mother." Mason held my face with his thumb and pointer as he spoke. "So much, it sickens me." Anger suddenly took control over my body and I throw my saliva at his face, whipping the string off my lip with my shoulder as my hands ached to be freed. He roughly shoved my face away to whipped off my saliva with a disgusted expression. He didn't hesitate to strike me across my face with the same hand he used to clean off my saliva. The wetness of his hand made the slap ten times worse, but I didn't regret it.

"Yeah, just like you mother." He mumbled before balling his fist and threw it at my stomach. Air suddenly left my lungs and I found myself having a hard time to breathing. Through the fogginess of my vision, I could see the smug look he was giving me and it pissed me off even more.

"Go to hell bastard." His laugh sounded somewhat distance as my vision began to tunnle.

"Not before I have my fun." He threw a punch at my face, and another at my stomach again, taking the little air I had left. I was too busy dealing with the pain he's caused me to keep track of time.

*Third person view*

"I'm telling you, we should call the cops." Brett argued as him, Randy, Joey, and Celeste discussed Cynthia's kidnapping in his office. They had absolutely no idea where Mason might have taken her but that didn't stop them from discussing the torture Mason will have when they do find him.

"No, if its anything Cynthia hates more, it's them. Besides, we can find her a lot quicker than those fat pigs." Joey quickly responded with irritation. Joey has been in a really bad mood ever since he found out that the women he deeply cared for was kidnapped by the guy he despises the most. He wanted nothing more than to be by her side but at the same time, he wants to beat Mason to death for even thinking that he could get away with kidnapping Cynthia and Celeste. 

"It's been two days and we haven't made any progress." Brett argued.

"It's better than the cops siting around waiting for a lead to fall into their laps. You're new here, you don't know how fucken lazy those pigs are. They are as useless as the knitted condom." Joey bit back. These two had fought more and more in the absence of Cynthia. 

"Joey," Randy hissed. "What your language, need I mind you who else is here?" Randy jerked his head towards Celeste sitting on the two seated leather couch. Her head was down as she stared at her hands that rest on her lap. Joey opened his mouth to shot a smart remark but the loud slam of the door hitting the wall stopped him. 

"Where is Cynthia?!" Ricky shouted as he badge into Brett's office. Brett scrunched his nose in anger as he saw Rick come in unannounced and uninvited. He hates it when anyone other than Kathy barged into his office, especially when something very important is being discussed. 

"You are not authorized to be in here. Get out." Brett snarled demandingly.

"I told you to stop calling me that! Its Brandon, now tell me where's my daughter!" Joey couldn't contain his anger that has been building up and let it out at Cynthia's so called 'father'. Randy quickly hooked his arms under Joey's armpits and pulled him back before he could do anymore damage but one thing he couldn't stop was Joeys words.

"If you actually cared about her, you would have came back to her the moment you were released from the hospital! Your a coward! You don't deserve to be called her father! A father is suppose to be there for their child, where were you when she needed you the most?!" He shouted with hatred as he tried to resist Randy's hold, but Randy was the only person in the world who Joey couldn't beat, not even Cynthia could bring him down.