Scarred

Two

"Calm down, Os. I'm sure she's fine." Ian tried to make him stop pacing in circles.

"Are you fucking serious? Blood, Ian!" The mere thought of it had him clench his fists tighter. "How can she even be okay? She didn't do anything to deserve this."

His friends were running out of ideas to chill him out. They knew he wasn't going to stop until he found her himself. But that's the problem. She was gone. Vanished without a trace. Nobody seemed to have seen her, although it wasn't all their fault. It was closing time, which also meant the exit doors, elevators and stairwell were swarmed with hundreds of people. Afterall, Mythic was a well-known establishment in the city.

"Jesus, Ian, do something!" Oscar lashed out, frustrated that there was nothing he could do other than wait. The scene was hectic with all the partygoers, some too intoxicated to function, struggling to get out at once. Music was turned off yet the chattering—god, the noise; it only riled him up even more. "She works in your club! Surely you can find her."

Ian replied in a cool voice. "Y'know I don't micro-manage. I don't interact with the ladies in any way."

Oscar knew he was right. But he was the owner! What kind of owner would he be if he couldn't single out one of his employees?

The one to save the day arrived in seconds, brisk-walking to the three of them. He recognized the man as Allen, Mythic's general manager, who Ian entrusted most of the operations to since he had been working here before Ian even bought over the place.

Oscar had a look of panic on his face, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "That girl, from earlier." He said, thinking Allen could comprehend what he was trying to say. Speak, idiot! "Aurelia."

"Yeah?" Allen was confused, unsure what exactly he was asking.

He had never been this worried before; not even that one time their company stocks dropped off the market. Oscar was always composed and maintained a logical state of mind in every situation. It was the very reason why he was the one among the three that took on the CEO position; they knew he was capable of making the best out of the worst. Yet, right now, all he could think of was how out-of-control he was.

Thankfully, Ian helped to fill in the blanks seeing as Oscar was having a hard time finding the right words to say. "Where would the ladies be at after their shift?" He questioned his staff.

"Oh, um, the powder room? That's where the lockers are at."

Oscar's head jerked up. "Where? Where is it?" He demanded to know. God, he was freaking out. He didn't know exactly why, all he knew was that he had to make sure she was taken care of.

A razor blade! That fucking bitch. He hadn't ever imagined someone could go to such lengths to hurt another; but then again, he should've known Sabrina was really insane by the work she left behind at his house a week ago.

That woman had gone all out—tearing down his wallpapers, smashing mirrors, breaking all the breakable objects she could find. Even returning to his wrecked home hadn't made him so much as twitch a nerve. It was merely one house, he had other properties all over the state.

But this? This was too much. This he couldn't even think of swallowing it down. It was innocent people that got dragged into his business. How could he just walk away and pretend like it wasn't his fault? He wasn't raised to be like that.

"It's behind the bar, just two doors down from the storage room."

Oscar went into action, shoving people off his path as he jogged to his destination. Please be there! Please be there! He wouldn't know what else to do if she wasn't. Probably force Ian at gunpoint to spit the CCTV recordings out until she was found.