Two Faced Lover - Episode 58

 

*** JULIAN'S POV

"Get the f*ck out of my way!"

I growl, thrashing about, tugging the arms that are restraining me. Dammit. "F*ck! I swear to God Michael, I'll kill you. F*ck you!" 

I pull my arms forward harshly forcing him to lose his grip on me.

I kick Michael in the groin angrily.

He groans, crouching onto the floor. I rake my fingers through my hair, slapping the jeans I was still holding to the floor.

"F*ck you man! They took him! They took my friend and you held me back! Why did you stop me? Answer me you dipsh*t!"

Dammit! Dammit! I could kill this stupid Michael right now . I feel like snapping his neck. The bastard had grabbed me and dragged me into a corner when I tried to go save Cameron. I had watched him get stabbed with some kind of syringe in the neck. F*ck! I saw Mrs Knight too. Park had her. And he hit her. I shut my eyes, leaning against the wall for support as Cameron's yelling fills my mind over and over again.

"Are you that blind Michael huh?"

I clench my fist, glaring down at him.

"Didn't you see how Cameron allowed himself to be beaten? We both know that has never happened. Never ever

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. Hell, Cameron could have easily beaten that guy up, hands down but he didn't. He didn't even throw a single blow, neither did he try to Dodge or block any of the hits coming his way. Did you even stop to think why Park will personally go the extra mile to organize a match? Did you? Of course not! You dumb sh*t! That woman Park was holding captive was Cameron's mother God dammit!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry okay! I panicked. I didn't want you getting in the middle of a cross fight"

Michael groans.

"F*ck! This is useless!"

I grab Cameron's clothes and dash out of the arena before I'm tempted to kill the brute. I need to get home. I need to make sure Skylar and Marie are going. Dammit!

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SKYLAR'S POV

Marie and I were sprawled on the floor in front of the couch watching a certain Netflix series. I wasn't paying attention. I couldn't. My entire attention was on one thing. My husband. The familiar pain sears through me for the hundredth time today just by thinking of Cameron. God I hope he's okay. I really hope so. As if on cue, the doorbell rings and I spring up from the floor so fast I almost sprained my ankle.

"Who is it?" 

I ask, grabbing a mop. For protection, just in case.

"It's me Julian! Open up!" A muffled voice sounds from behind the door. I sigh on relief, dropping the mop and rushing to open the door.

"Julian!" 

I throw myself at him, hugging him.

"I'm so glad you're okay. I was so worried. Oh my God..." 

I chuckle pulling away.

"Cameron is going to have an earful for arriving so late.."

I giggle looking behind him in hopes of seeing my husband staring at me with that usual smirk of his. I didn't.

"Uhh.. I don't see Cameron anywhere"

I mutter, stepping aside for Julian to enter. He does. Cameron wasn't in sight. I look back at Julian and that's when I realise the grim look on his face. And the clothes in his hand. Cameron's clothes, I realise. I snap my eyes up to meet his.

"Julian? Where's Cam?".

He doesn't reply. He doesn't even look at me.

"Answer me Julian!"

I yell, feeling the tears prickling my eyes already.

"Please Julian. Please tell me he's stuck in traffic or something. Please Julian, please. Tell me my husband is okay, please." 

I plead, my voice breaking with each word. When he still stays quiet, I snatch my husband's clothes from him and begin to frantically inspect it for blood or anything. Call me paranoid but I can't help it. Nothing. No blood. The clothes weren't torn either. I almost sigh in relief when my hands slide against something in the pocket of the jeans. I push my hand Into the pocket and pull it out, holding a bundle of keys. There was a paper attached to the key holder. Curious, I pull it out carefully and open the tiny crumpled paper.

"Julian, get my wife and son and leave the apartment. Now. Park is on his way"

the first part of the message read. There was an address beneath it. There was something more written underneath it but I don't bother to read. I couldn't. I won't. This. This only means one thing.. He's gone. Cameron is gone. Park got him.. He got him. And he's coming for me.

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CAMERON'S POV.

Mother? Skylar's mother? Did I hear correctly? Unknowingly, my eyes trail up her body, from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. The resemblance was there, no doubt. She was almost like a carbon copy of my wife. Like a clone. God, the resemblance was uncanny. I blink, leaning back in the chair. She was alive. They were alive after all. Julian's assumptions were true. He wasn't lying. He... Wait.. If they'd survived the plane crash long ago then why didn't they try to contact Skylar? Considering the fact that, she knows who I am, why hasn't any of them come after her? Did.. Did park hold them captive too? Have they been kidnapped all these years too?

"You....Park has been holding you captive too?"

My words are barely a whisper. Rebecca bites her lips In confusion, just like Skylar does and stares at me for a while. And then she does the unthinkable. She bursts out laughing hysterically. Mothers grip on my hand tightens as she stands behind me. I almost forgot she was there for a moment. A frown graces my features as I watch Rebecca continue to laugh, holding her belly and shaking her head like I just said the funniest joke on earth. What's so funny? Did I sh*t my self? Finally when she decided it was enough, she stopped laughing.

"Oh..oh my God. Me? Being held captive? By Park? Oh my God, you really are funny"

she says between laughter. Okay what's funny? What makes me funny? Me being concerned makes me funny?

"Whatever made you think of that?"

Okay, now I'm confused.

"You.. The plane.. We all thought you both had died in the plane crash and if you aren't dead and haven't contacted your only daughter till date, then it's fair to think that Park had.."

I didn't get to finish my sentence when she bursts out laughing again..

"My God young man, you really have a wild imagination."

"If my assumptions are wrong then..then what are you doing here?... Are you... Are you in cohorts with Park?"

My eyes narrow to slits at the woman before me.

"Me? In cohorts with Park? Pfft! Never!"

She waves it off and I sigh in relief. But no, turns out this woman had more to say.

"I'm not in cohorts with Park. Never. That man works for me. He works under my Instructions"

Okay, say what now?. What the f*ck? My eyes bulge.

"I run this empire boy" she waves her hands around in the air.

"Let's just say, I'm the president and Park is my vice president. I'm the boss here"

What? Somebody shoot me. Rebecca Sampson? Is the boss of this human trafficking? She's the mastermind behind the s*x slaves? Drug dealing? Using innocent girls for money? All this?!

"My God!"

I can't help but exclaim. She's a f*cking human trafficker! And a drug dealer. Something which her own daughter was pulled into. And she saw everything. Being the boss, I'm sure she knew her daughter had stayed here too as a spy and con artist. She knew Skylar had a son. Yet she watched her daughter being treated like a slave in an empire where she was the boss. I cringe, fighting the urge to gag. I'm disgusted.

"My God woman! You're Skylar's mother for crying out loud. And you're a human trafficker? Do you have no dignity? Have you no pity?!"

"Skylar is no daughter of mine!"

She snaps and I flinch at the harshness in her voice. Her kind faade had fallen apart and I could clearly see the evil woman lurking behind the sophisticated looking woman.

"I never wanted to be a mother godamit! I'm not one of those women who's dream is to get married, buy a pet dog and have ten children! No way! I do not have space or the time for that sh*t! God knows I tried to ab*rt that curse of a child several times but no! She proved to be a curse right from my womb. When I got pregnant, instead of the baby to fertilize and grow in the womb, it fertilized outside the womb. It was an ectopic pregnancy! She was born at six months. Premature, and my God, she really was a tiny and disgusting looking baby. Her skin was so pale, bones as soft as cushion. My God I couldn't stand the sight of that b*tch!"

She growls and anger fills me. Did she just call her own daughter, flesh and blood a curse? Did she just say Skylar was a disgusting baby?.

"Don't you f*cking call my wife a b*tch!"

I growl, cussing at the chains restraining me.

"You're such a sorry excuse for a mother! My God, someone out there is praying to be blessed with the gift of the womb and you've been given the privilege to be a mother and you dare call your child a b*tch?"

She glares at me for a while and then burst out laughing. She looks like a maniac. A psychotic maniac. She was pretty even at her age, granted but her heart was dark. Mind, body and soul, she was rotten in and out.

"You know, that's the exact same thing her father said to me when we last argued. Funny, it was on this same issue. Hmm, I guess my daughter and I have the same taste in men huh?"

Something snaps in me. Skylar's father? Where's he? Is he too a part of all this?

"Where's he?"

I demand.

"Who?"

She feigns innocence, studying her nails as she leans against the metal bars.

"Don't play dumb with me Rebecca! Skylar's father. Is he in cohorts with you too?"

"Oh Cameron is it? You're such a nosy man aren't you?"

"Answer me!" I growl and she wags her finger in disapproval.

"Tsk tsk tsk, relax. Don't raise your voice at me boy. I don't have that much patience like Park you know.. You won't like the consequences. But.."

She pauses, holding a finger up... I glare.

"I'm still going to tell you anyways. Not because I want to but because I haven't had much fun in a long time. Hmm so let's see, let's see.. Skylar's father. Oh what a loving man he was. I loved him you know. I did. We were happy until after that plane crash when he found out about my business. He was going to report me to the police for drug dealing and human trafficking you know. Let's just say I did what I had to do to survive.."

She shrugs nonchalantly.. Dread fills me at her words. No she couldn't, could she?. No.

"W...what did y..you do to h..him?" I can't believe I'm stuttering.. I feel like I know the answer already. Guessing the answer isn't as worse as hearing it. "Hmm..you wanna know what I did to him?"

She smirks leaning away from the metal bars, a knife I hadn't noticed before in her hand. She too loved to play with knives, I see. Just like Park. I watch Rebecca smile sardonically, c*ressing her thumb with the tip of the knife and pushes it harshly.

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. I flinch as the knife pokes her flesh and draws blood. She doesn't flinch. She stares at the blood flowing from the wound and smiles. Almost like she's staring at a pair of her favourite perfume brand and not blood. My God. She looks up at me.

"...hmm.. I wasn't going to let him report me to the police you know. But, a girls gotta do what she has to do to survive so well.. I got rid of him".

No..f*ck no, she couldn't have possibly murdered her husband. Right? Right? Someone please tell me I'm right.

"I got rid of him and as we speak, his body is probably being feasted on by the fishes at the bottom of the sea.."

She does the cross sign on her chest and sighs mockingly.

"May his soul rest in peace. Or should I say, may his soul rest in the sea?"