Blake's POV:

I get into my car and fasten my seat belt. Overtaking other cars and by breaking the speed limit I reach on time at Rosario Cafe. Quickly I dial the same number,
Ringing
Ringing
Ring...

"I am here. Where are you?" I ask with my eyes roaming all around the cafe.

The cafe is full of crowd. Almost every table is occupied. Some teenagers laughing like there's no tomorrow to some people engulfed in their phones. Couples taking selfies to some people having meetings. All sorts of personalities are visible to my eyes except for one person whom I came to meet.

"I must say you are on time, Mr. Williams. You made the right choice...." He continues to speak but I cut him off in between.

"Cut the crap and get to the point." Where are you? I swear if this is a joke then it will cost you your life." I shout enough for only him to hear.

"Cool down Mr . Williams. Walk straight to the end of the shop and you will find a door." He speaks.

I walk straight to the end of the shop and the sign which read on the door infuriated me.

"Are you going to meet me in the washroom? Are you kidding me?" I spat but still try to hold my anger.

"I am not meeting you. Go inside and below the sink, you will find an envelope attached." He says and the call disconnects.

Barging into the washroom I crouch down to find an envelope glued to the sink's bottom. I quickly grab it and open it. My hands trembling in rage as I am about to find out the real killer of my mother.
A white color paper is neatly folded so I unfold it. A photo slips and falls on the floor. I bend down to pick up the photo and then turn it around only to find one person whom I would have never considered. My Dad.

"What the fuck!" I scrunch the photo in anger. Before throwing it back onto the floor.

Trying to keep the last ounce of calmness left in me I start reading the paper,

"Let's get straight to the point Mr. Williams. Your dad isn't the main culprit but he is one of the reasons for your mother's death. The killer will come for you soon. Your mother was never his target. It was you since the beginning but she died while saving you. If you want to find the killer, go ask your dad. He has been hiding it from you all this time. If you don't believe me then give it a try, go and ask him."

I scream and punch the mirror in front of me so hard that it breaks making my knuckles bleed. Thankfully no one heard the noise because of music playing in the cafe.

I dial the same number but the phone's turned off. My phone beeps and I look at my sleeping beauty's picture which Andrew send me. Looking at my peace, I subconsciously smile. My worries, my anger, my frustration all go down just by looking at her. She's my everything, my love my world. I step out of the washroom and walk past few tables. I could sense some people staring at my hand from the corner of my eye. Stopping at the counter I ask for a pen and paper. I jolt down the number and ask the bartender to inform me about the charges for the washroom mess. She frowns at me and I just walk out of the cafe.

I head straight to Dad's house with questions and rage building up inside of me. As soon as I reach I rush to his study room. Before I barge into his study I am stopped by a pair of hands in front of me.
I look up at the owner of the hand, Gabriel, in pure rage.

"Bugger off, I have to see him right this instant," I yell.

"Sir, Boss is not in the study. He went to California this morning for some business. I will inform him as soon..."

I cut him off as I push him and barge into the study to find no one inside.

"Ugh! I scream in frustration as I run my hands through my hair.

"Inform me as soon as he arrives," I order him and leave for my house.

Ella's POV:

I don't exactly know what is going around me. It feels as if I have been sleeping for most of the time. I don't know when the day starts and ends. It's as if I am completely senseless. One day I woke up only to find myself chained to the bedpost with my whole body aching. I only remember Blake hurting me and Melissa and after that, I have only met two people. There's this one guy Andrew who gives me food and another this lady I don't know the name of, helps me shower and thankfully gives me clothes to cover my body. Another time when my eyes saw the lights, I found myself unable to speak. My tongue was cut off for an unknown reason. And even if there's a reason nobody has the right to chop off my tongue. I was so so angry and frustrated that I wanted to end my life then and there but they won't even let me die. I tried finding something sharp in the room but there's nothing. I am pissed, tired and on the whole, wants this all to end. I don't know when I will be able to go back to how I used to live. It's not like someone will be searching out there for me. There's no one in my family to get suspicious of me going missing. My parent's died in a car accident last year and all their assets and money were then transferred to me. After their death, I had cut ties with all my friends and people I knew. I just wanted to start my life anew. Now, I wish they were alive. Then nothing of this would have happened.
A tear slips my eye and rolls down the sides of my cheek. I let a few of them fall down. The only thing which gives me a slight of relief is crying. My eyes are tired and feel so heavy. I want to see Melissa. I wonder what she has been going through. I hope Blake doesn't hurt her anymore.

"What are you thinking?"

Andrew's voice breaks the chain of my thoughts and my head snaps in his direction. I take a look at him. He's wearing his all-time black suit. I have never seen him wearing something different. I then avert my eyes to my feet it's not like I can reply to him anyway.

"Hey, come on, don't be a sad kid. Eat something, I brought you some food."

My head snaps in his direction at the remark of don't be a sad kid. I glare at him.
I pick the small whiteboard from the side table and the marker. I write and show him the board.

He takes a step towards my bed and reads 'Shut the fuck up and get the hell out of here you moron'

"Okay fine I will shut up but only if you eat." He says while placing the tray on the bed.

I am not tied up as I used to be. But the marks and cuts on my skin are still clearly visible.

I look at the tray and then back at him. He sits on the bed and then makes a bite, I suppose it's for me.

"Here eat. I know your hands are still aching. I will feed you but don't bite my hand okay." He says. With his hands right in front of me.

I slowly open my mouth and let him feed me. My eyes never leaving his. His eyes have that warmness which Blake that ruthless guy completely lacks. I am not that scared when I am with Andrew. But I still maintain quite a distance from him. I don't know if he is also a psychopath like Blake.
I just don't want to trust anyone.

I grab the marker and start writing. There's this one question I want the answer to so desperately.

'Where is Melissa? How is she doing? Let me see her please.'

He reads and opens his mouth to answer but then shuts it back.

He makes the last bite but I refuse to eat it. He insists me to eat but unless I am getting the answer I won't eat. After a few of his fail attempts, he says which gains him a smile from me. He looks taken aback but then he smiles back.

"Have this last bite and I will answer you."

I again jolt down my reply.

'Don't go back on your word.'
Once he reads it I open my mouth and have my bite.

While still munching on the food I start writing but his hand stops me.
His warm hand on my cold sore one's makes me shudder.

"She is fine. Don't worry. And as for you to meet her that I don't know. I will ask him to let you meet each other but I don't know if he will allow it." He assures while his hand caressing the back of my hand gently.

I nod my head in response and write a thank you to him.

"Okay now go to sleep. Good night." He says before getting off the bed and pulling the duvet over my legs. He doesn't off the lights as last time I have asked him not to off them. He waves a bye to me before closing the door and locking it. My eyes again start feeling sleepy and I doze off.

Melissa's POV:

"What p-punishment? I asked you to let me see her but you never allow me. You brought it upon yourself." I say bravely. I know I am pushing his buttons but I can't always just listen to him.

"Got some courage hun? Well then let me think what should we punish you with today." He says while tapping his index finger on his chin.

"Ah! Let's do tit for tat. You gave me pain, now I shall give you the same." He says menacingly as he takes slow steps towards me.

"No no you can't be kneeing me.." I look down at my private part and back at him. He looks at me with an unreadable expression but soon it's replaced by a loud laugh. I have never seen him laughing this hard. His hands clutching his stomach as his laugh grows wilder.
His phone beeps which make his laugh slows down. He gets his phone from his pocket and his face gets stern with his grip on the phone getting harder with every passing second. He looks quite serious. I guess something happened, and that to something terrible.

He looks at me with the fire burning in his eyes and then back to the screen.
'Wait what! Did he find out about Mark? No, he can't be. If he does then I am dead meat today.' My eyes scanning his whole stiff and enraged body. He strides towards me making my body freeze. My mouth runs dry and my palms sweating.

"Go have your dinner this instant, talk to your mom. And then sleep, understand." He orders with his stern face and his stare sending daggers into my soul.

"I asked did you understand?" His hand having a firm grip on my chin which is a clear indication that this is not the right time for me to say a No.

"Y-yes but El.."

"Shut the fuck up and do as I say. Do you get it?" His grip getting tighter with every word, So I nod a yes to him.

"I didn't hear you, My Love."

"O-okay I will d-do as you say." I stutter. I dare not provoke him right now. 'Did he found out about Mark meeting me? But why isn't he asking me anything?'

"Stop staring at me and go have your food."

I quickly walk past him and go to the dining.

Mark's POV:

I pick her up bridal style and place her on the bed. Then as soon as there's no one outside I quickly escape the room.
Getting into my car which was parked behind the hostel building, I then rush to the warehouse.

"I escaped brother, all thanks to you. How did you take care of Blake? He is not the kind to leave her alone. You never fail to impress me." I say cheerfully as I walk towards him.

Instead of welcoming me, he punches me in the face.

"You were not supposed to hurt her. How dare you?" He yells at my face.

Then he grabs me by my collar then throws me onto the floor and warns me once again to never hurt her.

"Okay okay, I won't. I am sorry. I did it in the heat of the moment." Trying to explain myself, I get into a standing posture. He is quite monstrous when he is angry. He is dangerous and more ruthless than Blake. So I maintain my cool even though his actions anger me.

"You prepared everything for tomorrow right?" He asks with a raised brow.

"Yes brother, everything is ready," I answer. My smile grows wide thinking about tomorrow's Blake's reaction.

"Tomorrow is a big day." He laughs hysterically.

"Brother, don't scare her too much tomorrow," I whisper but loud enough for him to hear.

"That depends solely on her." He winks at me as he walks towards me. He pats my shoulder before exiting the warehouse.

I grin ear to ear as I imagine tomorrow's scenario. Tomorrow is the death anniversary of Blake's Mother and someone will die tomorrow once again. Poor Blake, he should not have been born in the very first place.

A/N:
Who will die guys?
What do you think about this chapter?
What exactly happened with his mother?
And yeah I added Ella's POV. I hope you all understood what n all is happening with her.
How is his dad involved in his mother's death?
You will get few answers in the next chapter.
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