Chapter 34

Nicholas POV

I was taken to a completely white room with a weird but very familiar tool used for toture. I knew what was coming and I wasn't afraid. I have been through a lot of things that hurt more than whatever toture.

I didn't want the guys involved in my mess besides I needed a way to speak to John. I saw him standing outside the door looking like the coward that he was.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. The door opens and John walks in.

"What the hell is wrong with you Nicholas? Why the hell would you agree to go with Marcus? I was expecting you to fight." He said.

"And I was expecting you to stand by your family but you didn't. I guess we are just full of disappointment."

"You don't understand Niko. I am fighting for my family by staying loyal to Marcus, I mean do actually think that I can leave this job so easily. Besides, if it wasn't for me deleting all those videos of you guys making up a plan to escape, we definitely wouldn't be having this conversation right now."

"Wait a minute, there is a camera in the room?"

"Yeah of course there would be one but no there wasn't one when Adrian was trapped in that room."

"Don't fucking tell me that you knew about Adrian and didn't tell me?" I was accused.

"I didn't but even if I did, what on earth would make you think I would tell you?" He said, veins bulging out, "you abandoned us Nicholas so don't you dare claim to be the victim here besides I didn't even know that he was your brother till we had that talk at Victor's house."

I didn't know what to say about the whole thing, I guess I was like the victim.

"I'm sorry...for everything."

He nodded and said after a few seconds. "I'm sorry for being insensitive but we will talk about that later because right now, you are going to have to prepare yourself for pain."

"Don't worry John, I can handle myself besides it wouldn't be the first time I would receive pain from Marcus."

The look of pity on John's face was annoying the hell out of me. I wasn't looking for pity, I was looking for a way out of this life because I am quite tired of being hurt by the people who are supposed to love me. I try to be strong but I don't think I can do this anymore.

"Already having an epiphany I see." Marcus said, walking into the room. I was suddenly feeling really tired and didn't have the energy to answer him. "Do you know why I made this room all white?"

"Why?" I decided to entertain him.

"I knew you'd be curious to know but anyways I just love to see the slater of blood on the wall when I toture my victims but I didn't know that my son's blood would be on this walls too." He said with a sickening smile.

"God, you are insane."

"I know and I love it son."

"No, I'm not your son and you lost the right to call me that the day you killed my mother!"

"Ok then. Let's get down to business, shall we?" He asked me to go towards the table full of tools that could end my life. I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of crying out in pain, not if I can help it.

"You can just avoid going this way, just agree to terms and sign the papers."

"I would rather die than do that."

"Ok then but I'm not going to kill, I mean that would be too easy, don't you think? I'm going to make you wish that you were actually dead." He said stabbing me in the shoulder.

"Is that all you've got? Fucking coward!" I should probably shut the fuck up.

"You have a potty mouth on your sonny." He said carving a line from my shoulder to my abdomen. This is nothing, I have been through worse. I'm not gonna fall for his feet.

Several blows, cuts and insults, the old decided that it was enough and tried to force me into signing those papers again and like i said before they would never happen not if I can help it.

"I see you have grown a strong shield, didn't even cry *slap* out." Fuck! That hurt like hell. I wonder why that fucking slap hurt more than the blows and cuts.

"Listen to me you fucking vermit! Fucking bastard."

"Sorry FATHER, I wasn't paid to listen to you." I sneered. I swear I can't stand this man anymore.

He chuckled, "you find this whole thing funny, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. I mean who wouldn't? Seeing you all red and frustrated is great entertainment to me." I said, smiling at his red face. If he doesn't chill, he is definitely gonna blow up and I would pay a million bucks to see that.

"God, I really wanna kill you but I can't, which is really sad. Having to kill both mother and son would be a thing of joy."

He is trying to get into my head, he wants me to lash out but he should give me more credit, I definitely have more self control than he actually thinks.

"Whatever you say Marcus, I don't give a fuck anymore." I sighed.

"Then sign the papers and everything would be ok son."

Ok, now I am starting to get irate with this fucker constantly calling me son. He didn't have that right anymore but I'm tired of telling him. I feel sleepy. I wonder how I could be when I should be crying out in pain.

Maybe I could close my eyes for just a few minutes. I thought I was drifting off.

Third person POV

Johnathan stared at his friend slipping in and out of consciousness but he couldn't do anything.

Marcus was on his trail and if he showed an ounce of weakness or hesitation, he knew his family was gonna get it but that doesn't mean that he would let his friend die. His brother would never forgive him for that.

"Marcus, we need to get him to the ER."

"And why?"

"Well for one he is bleeding and if this continues, he's definitely gonna die and I'm sure you don't want that." He said, referring to the papers on the table beside him.

"Hmm you're right about that but I don't want him in the ER, he doesn't deserve it. Just stitch and clean him up then take him back to the room." He bends down and looks at Nicholas in the face, "we would continue this conversation later sonny." Before walking out.

John was bewildered at the insensitive attitude of Marcus towards his sons. He was shocked that a father who was supposed to love and support his children could cause so much pain to them.

He couldn't even comprehend the pain that both Adrian and Nicholas have been through. He remembered the pain that Nicholas would always have in his eyes back in the underground school. The boy had a lot of pain in his eyes that Nicholas himself didn't know how to even handle but does anyone know how to even handle pain. On one really does.

But that all changed when Anika came to the school and forced her way into his life. John and the guys were on the sidelines in Nicholas' life. They were craving to be the boy's friend but didn't know how to go about it seeing as Nicholas tended to avoid people and also because of the rumors going around about the abuse Nicholas would go through if he dared to talk to anyone. I guess those weren't rumors after all.

"Shit." He wasn't looking forward to touching the blood of his friend, I mean it just feels wrong. "Better start on it before this stubborn fucker bleeds to death."

He brought out the first aid that was under the table, he didn't know why there was even a first aid here seeing as it was a toture room.

There was a huge cut on his lower abdomen. That's why there was a lot of blood pooling around his chair. John was even surprised that after the whole toture, Nicholas still had the strength to backtalk and banter words with Marcus.

He opened the box and brought out a needle and thread, cotton wool, hydrogen peroxide and a roll of bandage. He wasn't looking forward to doing this.

He dabbed a wet cotton wool of the peroxide and cleaned the large cut first, he was expecting Nicholas to hiss or move but he didn't, just stayed still and then he actually realized that his friend was still unconscious and that he needed to get them out of this place.

Marcus was reaching his limit. He wasn't a patient man and he is as slippery as an eel so he needs to be careful in dealing with Marcus.

I mean he was so sure that after Victor got the location of his son, he burst down the door and raised hell to look for him but that was on till he found out that Marcus paid someone to watch Victor's every move and Victor knows about it which is probably why he can't do anything. His only family is involved.

He stitched up the cut, cleaned it up and wrapped a bandage over it. He hoped that it would hold for a while. Maybe he should carry the whole box to the room just in case of any incident.

"Hold up Johnny boy, what the hell do you think you are doing?" One of the guards asked.

"What the hell does it look like I'm going Kevin?"

"I'm talking about the box. You can take that into their room."

"And why is that?" He was hoping that they would ignore the things that can be used as a weapon but luck wasn't on his side.

"I think you know why. You can take out the scissors, needle and razor blades before taking it in there."

He didn't want any more eyes on him so he did as he was told and just wheeled Niko out of there.

The sound of footsteps aside from his made him raise his head up to see a tall muscled guy walking besides him.

"Uhm can I help you?"

"Yes but let's get to the room first. I have a lot of things to tell you guys."

John wanted to ask questions but a guy who seems to be as tall as Nicholas which is something to say seeing as Niko is 6'5.

"Oh my God! What the hell happened to him." Ravi said after we entered the room wheeling Nicholas in. The wheel chair probably made it look worse but I wasn't about to try and carry this human giant on my shoulders.

"Calm down guys, it looks a lot worse with the wheelchair but I can sure as hell tell you that he was tortured like a champ." I meant it as a joke to help lighten the mood but it looked like that wasn't going to work. "ANYWAYS this guy here said he's got something to tell us so on with it."

"The name's Maxwell and yet I do have something to tell you guys and we've got to act fast because I don't think Nicholas is gonna survive any more of this."