Chapter Thirty-Six

Madeline's POV:

Before going to office I decided to see my son who must be wondering why did he wake up in grandparents house when he fell asleep beside his mommy.

When I arrived at my parents house I saw an unfamiliar car parked in the parking area.

I entered in the house saw Bryan running towards the lounge​. I followed him to see my mom and dad sitting on a couch and talking to some man whose back was to me.

I walked closer and found Bryan sitting on my father's lap with the pout on his innocent face.

My eyes went to the stranger and I realized how familiar the hair color looks. I peeked​ at the man to see my world trembling.

Brandon was sitting in my parents house with his son in front of his.

My body shook in the panic and I looked at Brandon again who was busy in staring at something.

My eyes followed the direction he was staring intently and my heart drop in the pit of my stomach, anger took over me.

"What the hell are you doing here, Brandon?". I said making my parents attention turn towards me.

But Brandon kept staring at Bryan like he is solving some math problem and that didn't make me feel better.

Throwing my clutch loudly on the center table I walked in front of him blocking his view and making him stop staring at my son.

"I__I came here to talk to you". He lied smoothly making me clench my jaw.

My parents gave us weird glances especially my dad who looked ready to beat Brandon bloody pulp if I bat my lashes.

"Then let's talk in the garden I'm sure my parents have better works to do then entertain my guest". I said making my parents narrow their eyes at me but I ignored them and clutching Brandon forearm I dragged him out in the garden.

"Why are you here Brandon? What kind of sick game are you playing and seeking entrance in my life after six years?". I asked ​him.

His jaw clench's at my word and he took the step closer to me with the menacing look on his face.

I didn't feel scared but it was a new side of Brandon that I was seeing.

"I've been going crazy for last six years searching for you. And you are asking me why I am seeking entrance in your life again?". He said with the glare.

His blue eyes were filled with fire that was ready to burn me.

"Why did you left me without leaving a damn clue?". He asked me.

"I did what I thought was right and you were nowhere when I needed you most". I said determined to make him step back.

"And I'm sorry because of that but I didn't know you need ​me". He said running his fingers through his hair making them catch a sunlight and blinding me momentarily with the shine.

"When I received your text it was too late and you have already left". He said looking at me with sad eyes which were filled with honesty behind his words.

I desperately wanted to believe him but the response from the emails and mail I got from him made me furious at his acting of being honest.

"I'm not talking about that, Brandon". I said gritting my teeth "I'm talking about the mail and emails that I have been sending you for last four years".

His eyebrows scrunched together and he look confused.

"What mail and emails?". He asked me making me angry.

"Now you're going to pretend you don't know anything". I said bitterly.

"I swear! I don't know what emails and mail you are talking about. I never received a simple text from you". He bellowed.

"You didn't receive anything but your bitch of a fiance read and replied to all the damn emails frequently". I said enraged at his constant denying.

"Laura replied to your emails". He asked me confused.

"Yes. She never missed showing me how much you love her every day". I spat remembering how that woman would send me damn pictures of them cuddling on a couch or after the tumble on bed that'll rip my heart every time I look at them.

"She is my ex fiancee now". He said gritting his teeth.

"Ex or not. I don't care just leave me alone and move on with your life". I said when I just want to hug him and feel safe again in his arm.

"It's not easy to move on when there are girls like you and Laura who only knows how to take advantage of me then leave". He spat taking a step closer.

Now we were face to face, my nose was touching his nose but due to the difference in our height he has to lean his face down.

In past six years he has turned taller and his boyish face turned rigged and more sharp.

"Brandon don't compare me to that bitch. I'm ​nothing like her ". I spited in rage.

"Yeah you're right. You're not like her because you're worse than her". He said making me suck in a breath.

I caught the pain behind his eyes making me want to pull him in my arms so I would never let him go.

But I clenched my hands and glared at him.

"She only ripped my heart but you snatched it from me". He said pressing his head on mine.

I was stunned at his words​.

"How did you sleep at night knowing that you left me?. I was your best friend dammit!". He said.

"Even after what happened between us that night. You still left me like stranger's do after one night stand". He added making me close my eyes so the tears won't start spilling.

"Do you know how it feels to lose someone you were so attached all your life?". He asked me but I kept silent.

"I'll tell you how it feels". He said. "It feels like some part of you is always missing and you desperately want it back to live and breath". He said reminding me my own words that I had said when he asked me once how it feels to remember my parents.

My breath hitched​ when his lips brushed on mine for a second longer.

"First you then Laura. Both of you made me attach to yourself then left me and I deserve to know why?". He said placing his hand on my jaw.

I didn't have a power to hurt him more and the emotions that were running all over the places made it hard for me to speak.

"Is something wrong with me? Did I make you run away from me?." He asked me in a child like voice.

"Did I?". He asked me.

I felt the heavy guilt on my conscience.

"Brandon, please don't do this with us". I pleaded as my own heart was bleeding and wanted nothing more than comfort him.

"Do what Madeline? I'm doing nothing. Either you gave me answers or I'll find out on my own". He said with the determination.

I know he'll find out soon on his own and that'll only hurt him more.

"Do you really want to know why I disappeared?".  I asked him.

"I'm desperate to know the answers". He said staring straight in my eyes.

"Then give me some time I'll tell you myself and stop digging in my past". I said softly.

"That's too much to ask". He said closing his eyes for a moment and opening them again.

"If you want to hear everything from me then you'll have to wait or you can continue digging". I said.

"How much time do you need?". He asked.

"I don't know". I mumbled looking down.

"Just remember we have wasted last six years of our life and I don't want to waste more days of my life without you". He said planting his lips on my temple and leaving a kiss.

"Okay". I mumbled sighing in contentment at the feeling of his lips and relishing in the memories.

He took the step back from me and stared at me for a second.

"Who was that kid inside?". He asked.

I felt myself getting paler at the mention of my son and took the step back.

"He___he was my brother". I lied because at that moment I was not ready to just spill the truth.

"Was he at your house last night?". He asked me.

"Yeah". I replied nervously averting my eyes from his blue one and staring down at the grass in the garden.

"Bye. I hope to see you soon. This time with answers". He said gazing at me.

I nodded my head to tired to speak again but failed. Before I could conjured up some power to say anything he left.

I went back inside the house and my parents cornered me giving me those eyes explain-everything or we'll have to make you spill.

I groaned and​ said "Mom, dad. He just wanted to talk ".

Mom smiled at me and Dad frowned.

"We saw how close he was standing to you and the kiss on your temple". My dad said making my mom hit his arm with the glare while I blushed beetroot.

"It was nothing. He was just being friendly". I mumbled escaping from there scrutinizing gaze to find my son.

"Bryan?". I said moving towards him.

He was looking out from the window and jumped at my voice.

He smiled at me sheepishly​ making me narrow my eyes at him.

"What were you doing?". I asked him kneeling down.

"I___I was___ looking at trees". He shuttered.

I raised my eyebrows at him because he was certainly lying; he was looking at me and Brandon or more like spying on us. I can proudly say that habit he took after from his mother.

"Were you spying on me?". I asked him making him avert his mischievous blue eyes and flush at getting caught.

"No. Mommy". He replied after few seconds.

I picked him up and threw him gently on the couch then started tickling him.

"Promise me, you won't lie to me again and I'll stop".  I said tickling his tummy.

He giggled uncontrollably and uttered "I'll never lie...... promise, Mommy. Stop! Please".

"Okay". I said stopping the tickle marathon.

He gave me his pretty smile that melted my heart and hugged me.

After spending some time with my son and having another chat with my parents I left for my office and got busy in work.

Around six in the evening I was done with the office work but I was extremely tired and drowsy because of the medicine I took last night.

My head was resting on the back of comfy brown leather chair​ of office and eyes were shut.

(Flashback)

I opened my eyes and saw myself tied on the chair with my hands and legs bound together with one rope.

I looked up to see Adrian sitting on the bed.

"Oh I see you are awake". He said getting up from the bed and walking towards me.

I felt my heart bursting out from my chest as he neared me.

"Don't worry I won't hurt you until". He said running a finger from my forehead to my cheek making me shudder at the menacing glint in his eyes.

I opened my mouth to curse at him but realized that it was tapped.

"His secretary informed me that he hasn't come back to New York. So we'll have to wait for him to come back". He said with the smile making me shut my eyes.

"I hope you won't mind my company Ms.Camilla". He said pulling out something from his coat pocket.

So he still thinks my name is Camilla. I didn't get it why would he kidnap me when he doesn't even know my name.

Before I can prolong on his motives behind kidnapping me I felt the sting on my arm and everything turned hazy.

Next when I woke up I found myself tied on the bed in flimsy white dress. My shirt and jeans was sitting on the black love seat recliner at the corner of the room.

I hope he didn't change me or I'll kill him first when I'll get free.

The whole room was decorated in black and Grey theme​. The well furnished room does look like it was decorated by some interior designer.

It means Adrian is some sick, rich psychopath. But why is he after me? I have never seen him before and did anything to become his Target so why am I here?

The bedroom door slammed open and he entered inside my room looking angry.

"He laughed at me when I told him I have his girlfriend". He said staring at me.

I become nervous when he moved closer to me.

"I saw you leaving his room. You stayed all night in his room so how can he not remember you?". He said capturing my chin with his fingers tightly.

My eyes widened at his words​ and the realization downed on me.

I feel someone shaking me and I opened my eyes to see Penny standing near me looking worried.

I realized I was dreaming about him again and groaned.

"Penny what?". I asked in grouchy voice.

"It's eight and I wanted to inform you that I'm leaving". She said nervously.

I nodded my head and replied "Okay. Goodbye".

She smiled at me and left hurriedly like I'm going to change my mind and ask her to stay behind for more work.

I got up from the chair and shuddered remembering about the dream.

I still can't forget him. He hasn't left my mind alone in past six years.

Thinking about him I shuddered and packed my all things then turned off the lights and with my purse sling over my shoulder I took the elevator.

When I was in the parking lot I made my way towards the car but felt the presences of someone behind me.

A hand squeezed my shoulder making me freeze.

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Brandon POV:

If she thinks she can lie to me easily then I can lie to her easily too.

After leaving her house I decided to call Christopher. He is well known lawyer and have connections with police and hospitals. He can help to find the truth.

I dialed Christopher number and he picked up his phone on the second ring.

"Hello Brand". He said.

"Hi Chris. I need you to do something for me". I said knowing he's going to do it anyways.

"Okay". He said.

"I want a full report on the background of someone. Can you make it possible soon?". I asked him.

"I can do it. Just tell me the name". He replied making me sigh in relief.

Now I'll not have to wait to know what is bothering my best friend.

"Madeline Emerson". I said hoping that he'll not remember that I used to have a friend with the same name with different surname.

She used to be Madeline Hamilton when we were in high school but here in New York she is known as Madeline Emerson.

"What?". He yelled making me cringe at his loud voice.

"You want me to dig in the Gabriel Russell Emerson's ​daughter background". He said in a shocked​ making me frown at the mention of her dad's name.

"Yeah. How do you know him?". I asked.

"My firm handle's all the legal matters of his business and personal life". He replied.

"It means you know who kidnapped Madeline". I said.

"How do you know she was kidnapped? Except her family no one knows about her kidnapping and as much as I know you're not her family". He asked in confusion.

"Do you remember my best friend with blonde hair and hazel eyes? You used to love the lemonade made from her hands". I said reminding him.

When we were kids and he would visit us in Summer's and all of us play around the pool Madeline would make us lemonade and Chris was fan of that drink.

"I remember the lemonade girl but what she has to do with our talk?". He asked.

"Her name was Madeline". I reminded him and he went silent for few minutes.

"Now I know why she looked familiar". He said.

"Why didn't you realize it before?". I asked him.

"I didn't meet her in good circumstances". He replied making me clench the car steering in tight grip.

"What do you mean?". I said gritting my teeth.

"When I meet her she was beaten to pulp, it was hard to recognize her". He said in sad tone.

"Chris I want to know the name of that bastard". I said.

"I can't tell you anything about her case. Sorry". He said.

"Chris you have to tell me. I need to know everything to help her. I don't want to scrape the truth out of her and hurt her again by making her remember all the horrible things of past". I said making him sigh.

"Promise me you'll not do anything stupid". He said in strict tone.

I rolled my eyes at his words.

"I can't promise you that I'll not do anything stupid because I'm only good in doing stupid things". I said making him laugh.

"Okay. Come to my office". He said.

"Already on the way". I replied taking a turn that will lead me to his office.

"See you then". He said ending the call.

After fifteen minutes I was sitting inside his office with the file on in front me that contains all the details of the kidnapping.

I was still hesitant to read it.

I picked it up while Christopher brown eyes stared at me.

I opened the file and read the first page that states the date and time of her kidnapping with some other details.

My hands trembled when I flipped the page and read the details about her broken bones. She had eight broken bones in her body and three broken bones in her face.

When I turned the page three pictures came in my view. The one which was viewing a long gash on stomach and the other two were giving the clear view of purple,red and blue bruise.

I stared at the pictures and felt the bile raising in my throat.

She was unrecognizable. She was battered and bruised.

I had to shut the file because I didn't had the power to continue. Chris presented a glass of water to me and I took it without any protest.

"I know it's really bad. You don't need to read everything". He said patting my back.

"I need to know everything so I will torture him exactly like he did to her". I said opening the file and few ultrasound images came in to​ my view.

I would have ignored them if the report was not stating that she was pregnant.

My heart clenched and I felt the wracking pain.

"She was____pregnant. Did he__he ?". I was not able to form the sentence but somehow Chris understand it.

"Her kidnapper did some unacceptable things to her but the baby wasn't his. She was already pregnant". Chris replied.

I was frozen. My heart was beating so badly that I almost thought that I was getting heart attack.

Chris was yelling something but I was lost somewhere else.

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Q: Do you think Brandon is intelligent enough to connect the dots?

Q: Who squeezed Madeline shoulder? Adrian or Brandon?

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Published date:25-05-2017

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