"You mean Jerome had bruises all over his body and you never told me?" I slammed my palm on the table. Rob say there, dumbfounded.
"We thought it was from the fall or the injuries from sports, but we checked his bruises today and it was fresh. You told us he was not in any sporting activities, so..." Adam trailed off as his mind started calculating the odds.
Rob was quiet. His eyes suddenly widened.
"He was... abused?" Rob concluded. I collapsed back to my seat. What would the readers think?
"Are you kidding me?" I glanced at Adam. He sighed and shook his head.
"This isn't a joke."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's call the damn police!" I reached for the phone. Adam stopped me. "Why?"
He silently held up his phone. It stopped on a recorder. I gulped. Not those cliche movie scenes again...
He pressed play.
"So, Adam, huh. Listen here. I planted 10 bombs around the hospital, unless you want the whole hospital to blow up, I suggest you don't call the police on me. Now, Adam, stop finding Jerome. Or else..." he sneered. Whimpers could be heard from the background.
"Oh, and tell the two kids to go back to their school. Stop mending in my things." The conversation stopped. The recorder played on. The tearing of masking tape could be heard.
"Mitch!" A scream of my name sent chills down my bone. A slap followed.
"Shut up, you son of a b*tch!" He growled. The scream turned into a whimper again before the sound of masking tape is heard.
Something sizzled in the background.
"Well, if you dare to rat on someone about this..." his voice stopped.
Screams of agony filled the whole room. Something was burning him. Something was burning Jerome.
"Good luck." The recording stopped.
I stared at Adam's phone.
"I have another one. It's a picture. Are you guys ready?" Adam shook as he tapped on his phone. Rob shook his head and went out of the room. I sucked in a deep breath.
"Show me." I prepared myself for the worse.
"If you want..."
He showed me the picture.
It was Jerome.
His skin was all peeling of his legs, showing red raw meat that was supposed to be covered by the skin. Jerome was crying. The bruises was obvious. Blood trickled down his arms. Brown scars covered his body.
He is going to get killed if this continues... if we don't find him soon.
"What are we going to do?" I pulled Rob in after Adam's phone shut down. "We can't just let Jerome get abused." Rob sniffed.
"We find them ourselves." The words came out before I could even comprehend it.
"What?" Rob and Adam stared at me like I have two heads.
"What? Didn't you hear me? We need to find him ourselves." With that, I walked out of the room, slamming the door close behind me.
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Ashton (a Merome ff story)
FanfictionHe thought it was flawless. He thought that his plans had gone perfectly fine, going with what he had in his mind. Well, what could go wrong, when all of your witnesses were already dead, were on the floor, gasping their last breath? Oh, how wrong...
