Chapter 5

\~ Mitsu's POV \~

"Mitsu Miler." The man who once spat out my name like it was poison on his lips for three years, now called out to me in a tone that I would have never recognised a month ago but now I do. It is the same tone that people around use when talking to us — 'Milers'.

A tone filled with pity.

“Mitsu Miler." The man called out again but I remained silent, not wanting to deal with his pity. I kept my gaze down towards my fingers, biting my right inner cheek as I continued to slouch in the uncomfortable wooden chair. Silence decided to join us for about a two minutes before the man spoke up again. "How have you been holding up, Mitsu?" He asked, shifting in his desk chair before leaning forward and clasping his hands together on the desk. "Have you—!"

"Mr. Allen, say what you really want to say." I said, exhaling through my nose as I slowly rubbed my palms against my jeans. "I have places I should be heading to right now. And so do you."

Mr. Allen is a simple man. A man who thinks that as long as the students of this campus are under his watch, no law would be broken but of course, students like me had showed up in the first three years of his life as a teacher and let's just say that those weren't exactly a 'enjoy your first job' years. We were rebels going through late puberty while he was a teacher, who was growing grey hair ever time he saw us. I remember that he had more grey hair than black by the time I had graduated college. But who knew that after a gap of two years, we would cross paths again and like this.

It was only two hours ago that I had received a call from a Mr. Allen, saying that he wanted to talk to me but I wasn't interested in having a 'talk' with him of all people. Whatever he wanted to say was clearly rubbish and unimportant but when mentioned that a certain someone was in serious trouble for vandalism, i had no other choice but to come.

"Mitsu, are you listening?" His voice cuts through my dazed state and I just blink tiredly, realising that he was blabbing this whole time about what he wanted to say.

"Yeah, I did listen." I said, slowly getting up to my feet. Shoving my hands into my jeans pocket, I finally lifted my gaze to see the man sitting before me. Grey hair, wrinkles on his forehead, grey mustache, eye bags that hid behind his glasses and honey colour eyes — is all I noticed at a single glance. Looks like the students are keeping him busy.

He leaned back into his chair, his hands sliding back — from the wooden desk — down to his lap, ready fo listen to what I had to say. But I wasn't planning on giving a long lost speech.

"Good day, Mr. Allen." Was all I said before turning around and heading out. Thankfully he didn't stop me and even if he had, I would do the one thing I am best at doing.

Not listening.

The main gate creaked as I pushed it open to walk by, slowly making my way towards my blue Ford Mustang. I felt a few annoying stares watching me but ignored them like I always did. Taking hold of the handle, I pulled open the car door before stepping in and closing it. I twisted my body a little to take hold of the seat belt before straightening back up and clipping it, fix.

The turning of the key made the engine jump start and a single press of the pedal and turning of the staring wheel was all it took to get back on the road. Silence decided to stay for the following ride only to be broken within a minute.

"Sorry." A voice whispered from the passenger seat earning my attention but I kept my eyes on the road.

"For?"

"For destroying the principle's life." She continued with a voice that held no regrets. A smile crept onto my lips as she continued. "And for destroying a already broken locker which was the schools property."

"Well, don't be." I told her. "You and dad have been going through a tough time so I am glad that at least one of you finally let some steam out." I said, glancing towards Ella before looking back at the road. "Even if it is on an 'already broken locker'."

"Still...." She murmured again with her head hanging low. Not soon after did I notice her sinking lower into the seat.

The rest of the ride home was once again quite. I didn't know what to say to make her feel better while she continued to blame herself for not being able to keep her pain in.

Two weeks.

She kept it in for two weeks. Pain, anger, worry all of it. And not it's not just her — me, mom, dad, Nicole and Ren — we are all are having the worst time of our lives. Next to dad and Ella who are having the toughest time of all (since they are blood related) is Ren.

Right after the call had cut off, I thought that his battery had died and went to bed but that clearly wasn't the case. Ren returned home, 5 in the morning, all worn out causing mom to run out of the kitchen with a wooden spoon. She was ready to beat the crap out of him but eventually stopped when she caught a glimpse of his state. She immediately knew that something terrible had happened — well anyone had cause I mean red eyes, tear stained cheeks, mud stained clothes and there no sight of Lin. Only a blind person wouldn't be able to figure it out.

Mom freaked out. Like seriously. She started crying, placing kisses all Ren all over the face, kept asking him where Lin was, screaming at dad and us to get the hell up, dusting the dirt off Ren's clothes before pulling him inside the house and so on and so on.

Let's just say that we had a very long morning.

Well, we made sure that Ren got some rest but he just wouldn't budge and after he told us everything about how he took Lin to the pharmacy, how they were about to be robbed, how they were in a car crash, how they got kidnapped and sold on an auction and how the guy who had bought him knocked him out — everything was too much for any of us to swallow but it made sense to us somehow except for the part where he got up this morning to see that he was on a sidewalk, in front of a hospital and that he had an amount of money in his jeans pocket than he used to get home.

Ren had clearly mentioned that he didn't have his wallet or his watch when he was being held at the auction and why would his buyer knock him out, take him to a hospital and dump him there with some money that would help him get home? It is clear that we are missing something here but that isn't the main problem right now. Our main problem is Lin.

What happened to her, is what I want to know about. Is she okay? Is she eating properly? Is she safe? Is she alive? All these questions repeated over and over in my mind like a broken tape recorder. We've already notified the cops and they are still working on the case. They had asked Ren a million questions over and over again which irritated not Ren but me.

Why ask the same simple question like twenty times?

So far the useless cops only found out where the auction was held with the help of Ren who had directed them to the pharmacy from where it all had started and they had caught the chubby guy who not only took part in 'robbery' but also 'car accident' part (which I heard that they had planned it all along) and he had also taken part in transporting Ren and Lin to where the auction was being held.

I was willing to break all his bones one by one but Ren took the lead. He was able to throw a few statisfying punches and kicks, maybe even managed to break a bone or two before the police had pulled him away from the bleeding guy.

Currently, from what I have heard, the police are running through the documents that were found at the auction place. They had arrested a few more people along with the chubby bastard who was currently directing the police to where the other of his fellow men might be — but only after the police had beaten the crap out of him which mom and dad where willing to do.

Conclusion; we haven’t got a clue where Lin is.

And since it's been two weeks since Lin went missing, mom said that we better if we give a leaving certificate to Mr. Allen, telling him that Lin would leaving college for the time being. Ella was given the duty to do it since she was willing to but she ended up breaking school property because Mr. Allen decided to run his mouth.

Which was clearly a bad idea.

Meanwhile on the other side....

\~Lin's POV\~

Four thick cemented grey walls that held a story of every stranger that was brought to this dark and cold room — watched me as I quietly sat on a metal chair with my hands cuffed to the metal table that sat before me. My gaze fixed on the only door in the small room, waiting for the routine to start. The room was lit up by only dim bulb hanging from the wall, a two way mirror sat on the wall beside me, letting people on the other side watch my every move.

Shifting my eyes at the two way mirror, I wondered how long they were planing to keep me here. This was the third time they had thrown me into this room alone for hours but they didn't starve me like Dillon's men did.

Dillion.

I smiled as the bitter taste of his name latched onto the tip of my tongue, making me lose the tiniest appetite I had left within me.

The man who introduced me to hell.

"Morning." A voice greeted, making me blink twice before averting my gaze from the widow only to rest on the man, who was in charge of interrogating me. He was an old guy who probably got only a few more days to live which is sad cause his is a really nice guy. "Lost in a daze?" He asked noticing that I hadn't realising that he had welcomed himself inside the room without me noticing.

"Still alive?" I shot back, ignoring his question as he takes a seat before me with a metal table separating us. He gave me a fake smile before leaning back into the chair. "Unfortunately, yes." Saying so, he waitrd to get a reaction from me but I disappointed him.

I silently fiddle with my fingers, my gaze fixed on them leading my head to hang low. I was really tired of all this. "How long are you planning to keep me here, Hade?" I asked after a long pause.

When I didn't get an answer the next second, I raised my head to see him run a hand through his grey silky hair that was pulled back with a gel. He let out a sigh — clearly tired of this too. "This will be your last."

"You said that last time."

"Well, I am serious this time." He said meeting my gaze but I looked the other way after rolling my eyes. "I am not kidding around Linda."

"And neither am I."

"I know you aren't but I need just one more evidence to prove that you are innocent."

"I've told you everything I know." I confessed, turning my head to look at him. Our conversation always turned to this direction. Him, asking me to give him more information which I clearly didn't have and me ending up to re-live those horrible memories and what result do we have in the end? Nothing! It's always back to square one! And if this continues then I should start calling this place my home!

Hade bit the corner of his lip, noticing that I was slowly getting irritated and then tapped his index finger on the table for a few seconds before letting out a sigh even though I should be the one sighing here. "Fine." He said slamming his hand on the table, not harshly but I still flinched at the sudden noise. "Tell me everything again, from the very beginning till the very end without leaving even the slightest detail behind and after you've done that, I will let you go."

I blink a few times, wondering if I must have misheard him, not the part where he said that he will let me go but the part where he said that I should till him everything from the start till the very end — AGAIN!

I narrow my eyes at him and lifted an eyebrow, refusing to re-live the past for the third time. I’ve told him every thing he wanted to know yesterday and the day before that but unfortunately, that wasn't enough for him.

Hade raised an eyebrow signalling me to

co-operate and after a few seconds of glaring, I 'co-operated' unwillingly.

He had showered me with millions of questions when he first interrogated me but thankfully, this time he just listened quietly, swallowing every word that escaped my mouth, just like he did yesterday that was until I reached the part where Dillion had sent me to my first 'mission' or should I say a trip to hell?

"Wait, wait." He said raising a hand to which I sighed and answered the obvious question that he was going to ask. "No, I didn't see where they were taking me cause his men had blindfolded me before dragging me out of the room I was held in."

He nodded to himself, frowning before motioning me to continue with his hand and so I did. A minute later, he asked what kind of jobs I was given to do. "I was used as a bait a few times and other as a distraction while his other men did the dirty work." I answered for the third time, making sure to use the same simple words I had used twice to slightly cover up the words that were meant to be used to explain what I had been gone through. "Dillion was planning to make me do the dirty work too but when he saw that I didn't fight much, he let me stay as the bait or as a distraction while Bran continued to train me to fight, every night." I stopped, giving him ten seconds to process it before continuing. "The only time I was on a look out duty was three days ago but then the whole FBI team made their move and now here I am."

Silence fills the room as I patiently watched the man sitting before me, a frown ruining his features. His eyes were stayed on me but they weren't focused.

We stayed silent for a few more minutes when I started getting restless. I knew that he was deep in thought and I didn't want to disturb him while he was busy joining the puzzle to find that 'specific' evidence but I needed to get out of the place before I suffocate.

“Hade." I whispered, leaning forward in my seat, making sure to catch his attention.

"Hm?" He asked, lifting his head a little along with his eyebrows, before his eyes focused on me. I give him a fake smile as he waited for me a say something. "Oh!" He finally realised and got up from his seat before shoving a hand into his jeans pocket and pulling out a small key. "Here." He said, leaning a little over the table and fixing the key between the handcuffs that held my hands in place. "You are free to go."

The moment the cuffs were off, I stood up from my seat and took turns to rub my wrists feeling the numbness in them, slowly fade away. "Thank you." Was all I said before I was guided out of the room without any further delays.

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