"I can see a lot of questions on your face" he chuckled again, "But I am sure rather than answers of those questions, this is what you want to see" he said pulling out his cellphone, tapping something on it quickly and turning the screen towards me.

From this distance, I could see nothing. I left the headboard and dragged my feet to the end of the bed. As I reached close, I saw Twen on the screen.

"TWEN" I screamed and staggered towards the armchair, falling face forward on the floor.

I heard a creak as Mr. Olsen got up from the chair and walked towards me. I looked up sitting on my knees. He held out the cellphone to my face where I saw Twen sleeping in a bed of a room. The room was dimly lighted but it was decorated pretty cozily. There were two men beside him dressed in some guard like uniform. One of them was smoking while the other was on his phone leaning on the wall.

"TWEN!" I cried at the screen lifting my hands to take the phone but Mr. Olsen took it back. He walked to his armchair and placed it in his coat pocket, "What have you done to him?" I said looking at him with both anger and panic

"As of now" he said, half turning from his chair and giving me a sinister smile, "NOTHING"

I couldn't believe him. Did he drug him too like he did me? He is just a child. The side effects are so strong on me then what effect it would have on Twen? I looked at him, a cold feeling of horror rising in my chest,

"You-you didn't drug him, did you?" I asked scared to hear the answer.

Mr. Olsen placed a hand on the chair back and caressed his coat as if dusting it and said with a casual shrug, "Well a bit of chloroform"

I gasped. "CHLOROFORM???!!"

"Just for anesthetic purposes. The amount was too low to cause any dangerous effect. Maybe, just dizziness and nausea" he said waving his hand.

"Why? Why are you doing this? Did Robbie's dad-" I asked, feeling my croaky voice strain

"Ricardo?" Mr. Olsen interjected, and gave a maniacal laugh, "That law abiding a*shole doesn't have the stomach to do this! But well, he did ask me to deal with you, get you as away from his son as possible. However, he chickened out when I wanted to involve your kid. What a p.u.s.s.y!!"

I clutched my fist. d.a.m.nit!! I forgot about the powers this Alphas hold and the extent they will go to satisfy their ego. How did I and Twen got involved in all this mess? And just how casually this man told me he used choloroform on Twen. That thing have severe side effects which is why it was not used any longer. What if something happens to Twen? I looked at the floor feeling my chest tighten.

"Why are you involving my son into this?" I mumbled, feeling like a cornered beast.

"An eye for an eye" Mr. Olsen said, turning to look at me, his eyes showing anger.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice breaking

"You see, in this world I don't care about anything except my daughter, Sarah Olsen" he said emphasizing on her name

My jaw dropped and my senses froze. Sarah? Robbie's ex-fiancee? This was all because of my and Robbie's relations.h.i.+p then? I looked at Mr. Olsen, terror clear in my eyes,

"You see there is nothing in this world that she wanted and I didn't get her. But you took something that had made the beautiful smile of my daughter disappear. So, how could I have allowed you to keep smiling?" Mr. Olsen said, his eyes turning stony and his expression that of fury, "Since you hurt my daughter, then isn't it only fair that I get your son?"

"NOOOO! Please NO!! I beg you" I said, almost grovelling on the floor, "Don't hurt him. Please not him! He is only 7! He has got nothing to do with this! I beg you please"

I heard his footsteps as he came to me, got on one of his knees and without warning pulled my hair back with force. I groaned in pain. He held my chin and made me look at his eyes as he said,

"Give me one good reason that I should listen to you"

The pain in my head from both the drug and the pull of my hair was making me tear up. My voice trembled as I said,

"ANYTHING! I'll do anything. Just don't hurt him"

"ANYTHING?" Mr. Olsen dragged the word, his eyes glowing with glee.

"Yes. Anything!" I agreed.

He let go of my hair. I looked at the floor feeling my heart beating in my mouth. I don't know what he was going to do now. I was so scared that my whole body was trembling. If he kills me or send me out of this country, then will Robbie and Mom take care of Twen? I heard Mr. Olsen's footsteps and looked up. He walked straight and turned a corner. After few minutes, he came back holding few doc.u.ments with him. He came straight to me and held the doc.u.ments before my eyes,

"Wh-what are those?" I asked fearfully.

"It's a contract. You have to sign it" he said swaying it in front of my eyes.

"What does it say?" I asked afraid that it would have something that will harm Twen.

Mr. Olsen narrowed his eyes and spoke with cold indifference, "You talk too much!" he snorted, "It says that you will leave this state with your son and will never in any way contact or try to contact Mr. Robbie Walker ever again. You will break every relations.h.i.+p that you have with Robbie Walker and no one shall ever know anything about you, your son and him. You will not tell anyone where you are going or contact anyone here. The contract will be valid indefinitely and if you don't follow it" he said, his face breaking into a malicious smile, "Your son will belong to me!"

Fear ran down my spine on his words. Just few weeks back, I met Robbie and had a taste of the life I had wanted to live. Just few days back, Twen had known his father and grandmother and had been so happy. I made some wonderful friends and received their love and care that I never thought I would. It was all so beautiful and so happy, just like a dream, but like all dreams, this too came to an end. I am sorry Robbie, I am sorry Fred, Tanya, Sam, Jenny...all our relations.h.i.+p ends here. I felt the tears ran down my cheek as I looked up at him, lips trembling as I said,

"I will sign it"

Mr. Olsen gave a wicked smile. "Excellent. The expenses of your leaving the state and settling will be taken care of by me. So, you don't have to worry about it!" Mr. Olsen said.

I nodded, looking at the floor, my tears staining my trouser. I wouldn't even get to say 'goodbye' to anyone. The images of everyone flashed in my mind and the wonderful time I had spent with them. I felt hollow inside. I so wished this could be changed. I wanted so badly to turn the situation around. But there was no G.o.d for Omegas.

"Please can you give me a pen. I'll sign it" I said, my voice cracking.

"What's the hurry?" Mr. Olsen said walking to the table and placing the doc.u.ments there.

"Mr. Olsen I would like this to be over fast" I said, sniffing, still staring at the floor, "I don't know how long I am here, my friends and Robbie must be looking for me. So, before they re"

"This is not your regular place that can be located easily. You have been here for just over an hour. It would be a miracle if they reach here so fast" he said, snickering,

"So, why don't we have some fun till they figure out where you are?' Mr. Olsen said, his face showing an odd expression.

I felt something was not right. My instincts were screaming at me. What was he trying to say by 'have some fun'? Fun was the last thing in my mind right now. I heard Mr. Olsen's footsteps coming towards me. I looked up from the floor to find myself almost an inch from his trouser zipper. I blinked in utter shock as the meaning of his words suddenly became as clear as day. I looked up at his face in disbelief. Mr. Olsen's eyes were glowing with a s.a.d.i.s.tic delight. He said slowly relis.h.i.+ng each word,

"I hope talking is not the only thing your mouth can do!"