CHAPTER 15

BLAIKE IVERSON'S POINT OF VIEW "Help me," he said. As he catches his breath. "Are you dumb?" I said to him while giving him a smirk on my face. He lost too much blood and later on, he would die. "Who ordered you to do this to our boss?" Rod asks him. "Help me," he said again. Then he raises his arm with many drops of blood on it. "Who? Say it to us. Or we will shoot you," Rod said again. "Plea-se helps me," the man said. He begs us to help him. He begs for his life. But, hell no! People like them should die. "LAST QUESTION WHO ORDERED YOU TO DO THIS?" Rod loudly shouts at him. I am losing my temper and wanted to shoot at him. "Mr. Walson," he said. Before he loses his breath and died. Even if he died I shoot my reloaded bullets at him. Rod and my other companion were stanced as they heard the gunshots. The both of them are just looking at him. I am not satisfied until I finish firing the bullets I inserted into my gun. "Check their car," I ordered both of them. Because they are both staring at me like crazy. Like that hell!? I just want to kill him. It is good for him that I didn't slice his neck. "Yes, sir." they both said. As if it is still processing in their mind. What I had just done. Is it new?  Did I just do it for the first time? "There is a girl in here," Rod loudly shouted. So I immediately walk in Rod's direction to see the girl she was talking about. When I see the girls' faces. Her lips look red and soft, her nose is almost perfect because of its sharpness, she also has a runny nose, and her eye laches is so long. Her face also had a unique figure. I think I think-- no it cant be. My heart starts to beat too fast. It was beating as if it competed. I heard it and it was getting louder and louder. It is also becoming faster and louder. What is happening to me and in my heart? "Blaike," Rod calls me. And tapped my shoulder then, I came back to my senses. "What do we do with this girl?" he continued to say and asked me. "Carry her and put her in the car. We are going to take her to the hospital," I command him. "Yes, sir," he said. Then he carries the girl my driver helps him. To carry the girl and put her inside the car. I just looked at the girl beside me. We are on our way to the hospital. Hours later, we came into the hospital. Rod carries her inside the hospital. I just waited for Rod to come back here to the hospital. "How is she?" my driver, one of my men asks. "She is still asleep. The doctors say that she lost too much blood. But they are doing their best to make her okay," he answered. "How about her bills? Did you pay for it?" I asked him. "Yes, boss. I also said that they can call me. If there is also another bill to pay for her hospital bills," he answered me back. "Then we should go now. We have important things to do," I said to him. "Okay," he said. Then he nodded, and get inside the car. We continue our way to our important place to go. We are nowhere in the office of the attorney. Who will help us to release Mr. Walson's men? Rod opens the door for me. While my other men stayed in the car. "Atty. Alvarez," I called as I see the name on his table. "Mr. Blaike Iverson?" he said. His face gives me a shocked expression. Why is his face like that? He goes towards me and hugs me. "Do we know each other? Have we met before? Do I know you before?" I asked him. Because I was confused. "Im sorry," he said then looked down. He seems to realize what he has just done. He seems to be embarrassed. "I am glad you are still alive," he said in the air. He says to himself while he has a smile on his face. He thought I didn't hear what he said. "Can we just be professional and go back to our real purpose why did we meet you?" I asked him. So he got back to his seat. "Have a seat," he said. Then offered me to sit. Next to his table. His office is not that large. But his office has its bathroom it looks nice. I sat on the left side while Rod sits on the right side. "We need your help. I hope Rod discusses all the info with you," I said to him directly. "Yes, and we talk about it. Your chance of winning is a hundred percent. I can help you to get him out of the jail," he replied. "How much money do you need for this case?" I said to him. "Rod sends me the payment already," he said. So I look at Rod. "Yes, sir. I gave him the payment earlier. I just forgot to tell you about that. I fixed everything," Rod said. "Good, but next time. Don't forget to tell me. It is your job," I replied to Rod. "Yes, Blaike," he replied. "So as I was saying. Let us schedule it. If we can pay to he can be released from jail we will do it. I am counting on you Mr. Alavarez I hope as soon as possible you can do it," I said to him. "Tomorrow, I will start. To assist it starting tomorrow," Mr. Alvarez said. "Okay, I think we are settled. Thank you for your time, Mr. Alvarez. We will go now," I said then stands up. Then shake hands with Mr. Alvarez. "Im nice working with you," he said. Rod opens the door for me. But suddenly Mr. Alvarez asks me a question. Before I can finally take one step out of the room. "Do you still remember Amelia?" he asks. He looked at me. With a confused face. Because I don't know that girl he is talking about. "No," I said. Then looks at the window in front. "Okay," he just replied. Then we finally got out of his office. And go directly to the parking lot. So we can ride in our car. And go to our final destination and that is to meet my father. That I haven't met for a long time. But, I am confused because why did he just ask me that question. Why is she finding me a girl that I don't even know? But, who is that girl? And why did he hug me earlier? Did we even meet in the past? I had so many questions that keep popping into my head. I wanted to know. Who is that girl? Is she part of my past? I broke the silence between us. "Rod," I called him. I wanted to know who is that girl. "Do you know, who is she?" I asked him immediately. "Who?" He asks me confusedly. He looked at me because I was sitting in the back of the car. "The girl she talked. to The girl Mr. Alvarez mentioned. Her name was Amelia, right?" I replied to him. "Yes, she mentioned the named Amelia," he said. "Yes, she is. Do you know her? Do you know anything about her?" I asked one after another question. "I mean don't bother," I said. I had already come to my senses. Because I am too curious about, who the hell is that girl. She is not that important. "I don't know anything about her Blaike," He said. "Okay," I said then looked at the car window beside me. "Do you want to know anything about her? We can hire a private investigator to find her whereabouts," Rod suggested to me. I don't need to waste my time on a girl. She is not that important. All I need to do now is finish my mission. "No, we should be wasting our time. To the important things. Like, our mission. We should plan well, and do well. Or our lives will be the exchange in our stupidness," I said to him. Then gave him a blank expression. Then I smelled the fresh air. Coming from the open window of the car beside me. I took a deep breath. I need to do this mission and completed it as soon as possible. So I can get my freedom. And live a normal life, like a normal person. "Okay, Blaike. If that was what you wanted. Just tell me if you wanted to know anything about her," Rod replied to me back. I change the topic. I don't want to talk about that girl. That I don't even know. "Are we there yet? Is my father where he is imprisoned still far?" I asked him to change our topic. I can't wait to meet my father again. After 3 years of not having met him. "Yes, Blaike," he said. After, he says that. We continued our journey to the police station. I closed the window car beside me. As we reach the police station. My heart beat faster and faster. Until we reach our destination. I got out in the car. "Police Station," I said while looking at the sign above. "You two stay here in the car," I ordered them. I go inside the police station. And one of the police officers came to ask me. "Do you need anything sir?" he asks me. "Can I talk to Mr. Iverson?" I asked him. "Wait a minute. Follow me," he said. Then we go to the visitation area. "I will go get him. Just wait in here," he continues to say. "Okay. Thank you!" I replied to him. Then smiles at him. I just wait a couple of minutes. Then the police came with an immediate who looks exactly like me. But a little older that looks like me. I didn't see him for a long time. I miss him. I stand up because of the happiness I felt. "Father," I called him. While removing the handcuff on my father's hands.