A Surprise That Changed Her Life

Chapter 41: Broken

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Brad's POV

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Monday morning. No sign of my Violet yet. Police is still unable to track her down.

Yes, we contacted the police. No, they don't know that I'm in a gang and I don't plan to tell them. I told them half the truth. They know who has her and why. I told them that Mark was my mother's killer and since I knew it, he took her to stop me from going to the police.

In the light of my story, they realized that I'm in danger too and put a tracker on me. Now, my location is continuously being monitored. I think that they suspect that Mark will get me soon. I also want him to, you know, so that I can get to her. If they took me to where she is kept, then the police can track me down and save her.

And the police was right about one thing; they definitely planned to get me too.

I ditched school today at lunch because I just couldn't focus on learning when I know that Violet is in danger. As I was walking to the cafe two blocks away from my school, I was hit hard from behind. My head buzzed with pain, blurring my eyes. I clutched my head, as I blinked rabidly to clear my vision, but it didn't help. The hit was harder than what I realized at first.

I felt myself being dragged away and there was nothing I could do as darkness engulfed me.

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I groaned out loud in pain as my head pounded. It was like a hammer was continuously hitting the inside of my skull. What the fuck did they hit me with? A Thor hammer? (Or whatever it's called.)

"Welcome to the chambers of truth and torture, my boy," I heard a male voice which might seem pleasant to those who don't know him. Even with my state of mind, I recognised it to be Mark.

I slowly opened my eyes, sending waves of pain to my brain because of the sudden light, "What d-do you want?"

Fuck! Why did my voice had to crack? I need water. 

"Nothing too much, Brad. Nothing too much," he sighed. "Just wanted to show you a majestic sight."

Suddenly all thoughts of pain disappeared as if they were never there in the first place, because his statement reminded me of Violet. I practically screamed at him, "What the fuck did you do to her, you bloody asshole?"

I was answered by a hard punch to the side of my face. "Don't shout, motherfucker!" he hissed angrily.

I hardly felt the pain this time, "Just tell me where the fuck she is?"

"I'll do something better than telling you. I'll show you," he grinned like a madman.

And with that, two men stepped forward and roughly hauled me up to my feet by gripping my arms hard. They dragged me out of the room, up some flights of stairs, down a hallway and finally into a moderately lit room.

The sight that greeted me made my knees go weak and my heart sink. My Violet was on the floor, broken and defeated. The girl who's always smiling, had dried tears and a grimace on her pretty face. Her eyes were scrunched close in pain and her breathing was slow, yet laboured. There were bruises on every visible part of her body. Her ginger hair which usually bounced with every step she took, was dull and tangled.

I struggled to free myself from the hold of the two men who brought me here, so that I could run to her and make sure she's okay. But they were stronger.