Chapter 66 Him

You know that time where your mom or dad leaves you inside the car, alone, and tells you to lock the car? Yeah, I used to always do that; that was until I was at my 7th grade math class and my seat mate told me that's only for children. So I stopped. And that was the worst goddamn mistake I've ever done. "Let me go!" I screamed, "You father-ducker-that-eats-crap!" I hate this guy's guts; why? Oh, other than the fact that this ducker kidnapped me, I woke up with my hands being handcuffed on this random basement and my feet already tied down on the chair. What's up with me and handcuffs, ey? The guy chuckled before touching my left cheek, making me shiver in disgust. "What's with the struggling, Emily?" ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? Glaring at him, I did my best effort to spit on his face. -and I earned a back hand with that. "Shit head." I cursed as the pain numb my cheek, or my whole face. This time, he laughed. Insanity was written clearly in his eyes. His once warm and welcoming aura was changed into a cruel psychopath. Even when he's laughing, you can see that he's laughing because he's a sadist. "Why are you doing this?!" I glared at him, "What happened to you to make you do this?!" His laughs stopped and immediately, his grin turned into a frown; a cold and dark frown. "Why? What?" He pinched my nose which made me bit my lips so that I wouldn't shout, I'm not giving him that satisfaction. "You stole my gold mine, you bitch!" What? "I was supposed to inherit the corporation! I was supposed to be the leader! I was supposed to be in the place which would be given to you!" That's not true, that's... not true! Is it? "Uncle Pat-" He back handed me again, "SHUT UP YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He forcefully held my chin and made me look at him, "You have no rights to call me that!" I snapped my mouth shut and pursed my lips, not allowing a single tear to drip. "I waited, I fucking waited for 4 decades. I waited for our parents to die, but that fucking bastard I call my father just simply won't. So I settled it already." My eyes widened as realization dawned into me... no... He chuckled sadistically, "Having an easy access to his room because I'm his son was the best luck I've ever got." Why would he do this?! "You know, I waited for them to give us the corporation! Fair and square! But do you know what's the problem? THEY GAVE ALL OF IT TO YOUR FUCKING FATHER!" His face is red already. "And I accepted that; I'm willing to wait. But at my mother's funeral, I went to father's office to comfort him, but instead of seeing him, I saw this contract made by him to give everything to the fucktard you call your father, he wants to give everything to your father's offspring! YOU!!" I cringed as his face scrunched up and showed all of his wrinkles. "Uncle Patrick-" I got a punch to the guts. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING CALL ME THAT!" I coughed up a littke bit and some blood splattered on his face. Seeing the blood, he chuckled before continuing with his story telling. "But then... in those contract, I saw something more horrifying." His eyes catched mine, "I was adopted." Uncle Patrick... Tears brimmed on his eyes, "All my life, I tried to be the perfect son for that asshole, I learned how to kill people for that asshole; I FUCKING GAVE MY LIFE FOR THAT ASSHOLE! But he, no they, never told me I belong to some other couple. Those fucktards, those murderers!" Tears started down on his face; he started sobbing. Him crying makes me pity him more. "And now, I was supposed to be sitting in the sofa, cuddling with my supposed to be wife, laughing together with our supposed to be children... But no, I'm stucked inside a chicken shitty restaurant!" Uncle Patrick was the nicest uncle I had, but he cannot escape the temptation of holding power, of having it. But still, he shouldn't have been blaming this on me, or my father, or his father -to anyone. He started chuckling, before laughing very loudly. "I was never good for them; your father was always perfect. He has the perfect wife, perfect daughter; perfect family." Then he started growling like a dog, "AND I'M GONNA RIP IT APART, STARTING WITH YOU AND YOUR LIMBS!" Suddenly, there was a loud bang coming out of no where and all I can see was black. Please make sure there are complete series of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation in wherever I am going. I'm terribly sorry for not having the chance to tell you I liked you, Adam. "EMILY?!" ADAM?! The lights went back on and I gasped when I saw Uncle Patrick lying on the floor with his own pool of blood. And the lights was off earlier; I didn't black out. "Uncle Patrick..." I gasped as I run towards him. He may almost kill me and back handed me and slapped me, but he does not desserve this, he doesn't desserve to die, nobody is! He was just not on his proper state of mind earlier. Deep down, I know the nice, caring, funny, charming and loving Uncle Patrick is still there. "I'm sorry..." He grunted, "But I just can't take it anymore. I'm sorry for hurting you my little Em."  Then silence... He's... Tears fell on my cheeks, "Uncle Pat-" I was cut off with his cough, which had blood splattering over the place. Oh, he's still alive. He smiled sadly before whispering, "I told you not to call me that." Then silence... He's dead... I checked his pulse and felt tears falling more and more. For real this time. "Emily!" I faced towards the voice and saw Felipe running towards me holding a gun and Fey hot on his tail. I wiped my tears and hugged them before bawling my eyes out. "Just cry it out Em, just cry it out." Fey muttered as she rubbed my back. "I pity him Fey, I pity him!" I sobbed, "He..." We all walked out of the unknown basement and I gasped when I realized that we were outside Uncle Pat's house. "Was that his basement..?" I asked out in shock. They nodded. I faced up and notuced that the house was surrounded with black cars and people wearing black suits. Talking about black suits... "Where's Adam?" I asked as I wipe my tears with my short sleeves. They both fell silent. What? "Uhh guys, where's that asshole named Adam?" I asked again. "I'm... going to go check with the agents." Fey muttered as she walks away leaving a gaping Felipe. "But Fey-!" He was about to catch up with her when I gripped his arm and frowned at him. Why are they dodging the question? Is it too hard to say where Adam is right now? "Where's.Adam?" I widened my eyes at him, making him know that I'm serious and I'm not messing around. "Em..." He gulped before sighing. "Adam's in the hospital." Wha-? "What? But he was there earlier-!" I explained but stopped. I thought I heard his voice, but no, I have no evidence to say that he was there. "No..." I muttered. "NO!" Tears immediately fell on my face. Felipe tried to hug me but I pushed him away. "What hospital?" "Deno-" "Just bring me there, please." I begged. He nodded and we walked, no, run towards a random black empty car. I heard Fey's voice from behind me, she's probably talking to Felipe. "So you already told her?" "What do you think?" He muttered silently. I rushed at the back seat and in less than 5 seconds, we took off. Adam, oh Adam. -----> Not too long later, I can see the huge structure of the hospital and soon, we were just outside the entrance. I slammed the car door open without waiting for the car to fully stop. "EMILY!" Fey called out from the car. "Just let her be. He's at room 504!" Felipe shouted. I ran faster and thanked God when I arrived at the hospital's front door. "Where's the freaking receptionist-" I stopped muttering when I spotted it. "Where's room 503?" The receptionist's eyes widened before muttering, "Are you looking for Mr. Arioso-" Shit, I forgot to ask his last name... But since he's in room 503, then that's his last name. "Yes, yes I am." I cut her off, "I'm his fiancé, now, where is he?" Her eyes widened. She looked at me like I was an alien. "Are you sure?" I gritted my teeth, "What do you think? I love that guy now tell me where the room is!" She smiled, but still has the weird look in her eyes, before rushing the words out, "A doctor is checking him out, so don't rush in. 5th floor, 2 doors to the right!" "Thank you." I muttered and started running towards the elevator. In less than a minute, the elevator 'tinged' and opened. Pressing the button number 5, I waited silently. Now that I'm in an elevator... I remembered the last time I was in an elevator. It was back in Ohio, in the middle of the woods. It wasn't really the best experience though. My thoughts were cut off when the elevator 'tinged' again. I went outside and faced east. First... second... 503 Bingo. I sighed in relief before taking a sit at one of the chairs and waited outside. Adam. What the heck happened to you? The door of Adam's room opened and a doctor came out with some nurses looking... with grief. No... I stood up and tried keeping my tears at bay. I can't assume yet. "How is he?" I muttered silently. The doctor looked down before announcing something heart breaking. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Arioso died 10 minutes ago..." No... I felt tears falling down on my cheeks. No... Adam... "I'm sorry ma'am, but we tried our best. The explosion of the-" I didn't continue listening to whatever he was saying. I couldn't. __________AUTHOR'S NOTE: I was just about to end it here, but I'm not that cruel. Consider this a gift from all the votes and comments and shares! Thank you, so you may continue: __________ . . "Emily?" Fey and Felipe immediately was at my side. "What's wrong?" Fey asked. "He's... dead..." I cried, "The doctor said he died because of the explosion!" "Uh Emily-" "No!" I sobbed harder, "He can't die! I haven't told him I liked him yet!" "Em-" "No!' I cried harder, "He can't die! He simply just can't die! I like him Fey, no! I probably love him!" I sniffed, "I haven't said how sexy he looks while wearing his black suit, or asked on what's his secret for keeping his hair so fluffy or how sexy he is!" "Emily, stop it-" "No!-" "EMILY IF YOU CARE ABOUT YOUR PRIDE THEN YOU BETTER SHUT UP!" Fey screamed. What? "What are you talking about?" I faced up to face her. But I was stunned when a person was standing behind her, smirking. Adam.