Olivia
It’s been two days since the last time I saw Blake.
He said he was busy again with his works. I chose to believe him since I didn’t want to think about him. Since he was not at home, my life returned to normal again. I’d never dreamed about him again. Which was a good thing, but…
For two days straight, I was thinking about him. Like how was he doing alone. Did he eat well, and so on.
“Come on. Stop it, Olivia,” I convinced myself. I couldn’t do this. I needed to stop thinking about him. He was my father. Although he was not my real dad, he was still my father.
Once I got ready, I went to school. As I was getting closer, lots of people were whispering to their friends. I looked around and they were not looking at me. So, I was not on their topic. That was a relief. But something from their gossiping caught my attention.
“Do you think they got killed?”
“Maybe. They’ve disappeared for a whole day.”
Their words made me stopped my steps. I glanced a bit at them, trying to adjust their words. In short, someone disappeared. Not just one, but two or maybe more. The others were also talking about this missing person or people. I walked inside the building and headed to my class.
I saw Karen and approached her. “Morning.” She immediately turned to me with her eyes widened. “Wh-What’s wrong?”
“Olivia, you still remember those boys?”
“What boys?”
“You know? The ones who flirting with us.” Oh, no. Don’t tell me.
“Yeah, I remember. What of them?”
“They’ve disappeared. They didn’t come home since two days ago.”
“What?” Okay, this was getting creepy. Was this a coincidence?
I don’t know anything.
Blake’s words appeared in my mind.
It was something that happened a few years ago. I was bullied by some girls from my class after I was adopted by Blake. They accused me a lot but I chose to not defend myself because I just…lost my mother. I never told Blake what happened to me and we were still close back there. After a week of miserable days, I found out that they were…disappeared. Polices found them three days later trapped at a small house in the forest. Their condition was bad, horrible if I might say.
I had no idea when I was still eleven-year-old but after I got older, I had an idea of what happened to them.
Someone raped them. Raped eleven years old girls. So cruelly and brutally. I saw the video when polices found them. They were shaking their body so badly. Unable to walk because their legs were limping so much. Lots of bruises on their skin. For a brat like me back there, I thought someone was viciously torturing them. But although I was still young, I immediately asked Blake if he knew something. Of course, his only answer was…I don’t know anything.
I believed him. I knew my dad won’t do anything to those girls. I didn’t even tell him what happens to me.
I still have some unfinished business so I can’t come home at dinner.
Again.
I felt something about his message two nights ago. I clenched my knuckle. Hoping Blake had nothing to do with those missing boys.
***
On my way home, I couldn’t get rid of my mind about those boys. My mind was telling me that Blake didn’t do anything but my heart was telling me otherwise. Blake was strong. He had this charisma on him. People bowed their heads on him. He was like the definition of a King who couldn’t be questioned or tricked with. Or even played with if someone was messing around with his business or his property.
As I raised my eyes to my house, I saw his car was already there. And again, he was already home before five. I walked inside and found him in the living room. He was watching television. And as usual, didn’t say anything to me. “I’m home,” I said.
“Yeah.” He acted like usual. Well, Blake was a genius at hiding everything he felt deep inside. No one could read him or know what he was thinking. I dropped my bag on the couch and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. My mind immediately popped about something.
Parents Teacher Conference.
Usually, I won’t bother asking him anymore because I knew what kind of answer he would give to me. I never tried again ever since the answer that came out from his mouth always the same. But this time, maybe this time…his answer would be different.
“Um, Blake?” I called but no reply from him but I knew he was listening. “The school is going to hold another PTC next Friday. Will…you come for me?” I was so freaking nervous about his answer. I knew what kind of answer he would say but I was hoping that he would say…
“I’ll come.” I needed five seconds to understand his words. His answer. I was speechless.
That Blake.
Blake freaking Morgan just said that he would come to my PTC. Oh, God!
“Th-Thank you! I’ll go prepare the dinner now!” I excitedly said and headed to the kitchen. I couldn’t believe he just said that. As a token of my gratitude, I should cook something for him. Probably a lot of his favorite. Well, Blake had no particular favorite. But he had a thing for ramen but I didn’t have the noodles. Also…stew.
I smiled a bit and looked inside the refrigerator and found some ingredients for the stew. I could cook seafood stew for him. Alright, time to do some cooking.
Once I was done, I arranged everything on the table. Blake had noticed that the dinner was ready as he raised from the sofa and went to the table. His eyes were like examining the foods. “What the hell with all of this?”
“Um, w-well…I got carried on and cooked a lot,” I reasoned. Sounded so stupid but I didn’t know what to say anymore.
Blake suddenly chuckled as my face heat up. “Are you that happy because I will go to the PTC?” Bullseye. “What a girl. That’s very cute. Oh, well. Since my little girl had cooked her daddy a lot of foods, I can’t exactly…go away now,” he teased and took a seat. I sat as well and we both started eating together.
“So, how’s school?” Again, he surprised me today. Usually, we would eat in silence. No conversation. No eye contacts. No nothing. But now, he opened up a conversation with me. Let out a question just like a father would do.
I never knew who my real father was. My mother never spoke of him when she was still alive. Rarely. All I knew they had divorced before I was born. That was very sad.
“Great. But…”
“But?”
“Actually, there are missing students. They disappeared two days ago. Karen said the boys were going out and never come home,” I explained. I wanted to see his reaction when I told him this news.
I glanced at him and he was looking at his stew. He didn’t immediately answer me like he was thinking the right words on how to answer me.
“That’s too bad. Wonder what happened to them,” he commented. Expressionless and monotone as always. “Talking about boys, how’s that Josh kid?” he asked rudely.
“Um, he’s fine.” I didn’t like how he let out the question about Josh in that kind of tone. Like he held no respect for Josh. To my best friend.
Blake was known for his rude and viper tongue. There was just no limit and brake with his mouth.
“No one is bothering you again, right?” His question captured my attention. He just said again. I looked at him and he just pushed the spoon with stew on it inside his mouth. He chewed on it while looking at his plate. Never even once looked at me.
“No. Why?” Again, he didn’t answer me. Please, Blake. Tell me that you have nothing to do with everything that happened. From those girls…and with those boys.
“Just asking. It’s not weird for a father to be worried about his daughter, right?” He glanced his dark blue eyes a bit at me. Like he wanted to convince me that he didn’t do anything. He didn’t hold himself responsible for everything.
I wanted to ask him a lot.
I was hoping Blake didn’t do something to them. I knew Blake won’t get his hands dirty because of me. He was a businessman, not a hitman. I wanted to believe that he was out for two days because there were jobs that he needed to finish. Not because he wanted to torture those boys.
Which one, Blake?
***
Blake
Pity.
One word to describe my daughter right now.
She had no idea of what I was doing. Not even she knew that I could see everything of her. On how I noticed that she was…lying to me.
Olivia was so innocent and she was such a fool for trying to lie to me. Right on my fucking face. But…
I always lied to her. Regarding those missing boys.
“P-Please, sir,” the brat begged. He looked so horrible now after my little torture on him. Not just him, his friends as well.
This…was what they got because they dared to almost lay their dirty hands on my Olivia.
I had a lot of works yesterday and was unable to go home. I texted Olivia that I couldn’t go home. But around midnight, my bodyguard whom I sent to watch over Olivia called me and informed me…that there were some fuckers right outside my house. He described them as young males around seventeen which immediately made me think that they were Olivia’s schoolmates.
I ordered him to capture them and brought them here. Right after I finished with my jobs, I came here. They immediately recognized me as the father of the girl whom they intended to touch. There were four of them and I…beat them up. One by one. Slowly and I was enjoying it. I loved torturing someone who dared to touch my little girl.
Same with those little bitches.
The different thing was…I had someone else dirty their hands. Olivia thought I didn’t know what happened to her. I knew how she was bullied by those girls. Olivia was terrible in lying. When she came home with lots of dirt on her face and clothes, I snapped. She told me she fell on the mud, but I was not a fool.
I immediately ordered my bodyguard to spy on her for a whole day, installed bugs on her bag, and I found out that she was bullied. When I captured those girls, they begged me to not hurt them. They thought they could convince me to not hurt them. But they were wrong. They had chosen the wrong person to mess around with. I hired gangsters to hurt them. But fucking stupid of me, I forgot to tell them to not touch them sexually. I hated to deal with that kind of mess
But for me still saved until this day, I knew they didn’t speak my name to their parents. They were so scared that they would get something horrible if they dared. And now…
Time to teach some lesson with these boys.
I also put bugs on every of her stuff. I heard every single word they let out on her but Olivia didn’t say anything back to them. She knew if she said something back, they would suspect anything and I knew Olivia. I knew everything about her. She wanted to spend her high school life peacefully and she intended to get a scholarship so she would get out of the house. To leave me.
I was so fucking obsessed with her.
I wouldn’t let anyone touched her.
I always wonder how the hell I was so protective of her. I always reminded myself of how far my age range from her. She was fucking sixteen. An underage girl. My daughter. Well, technically she was not my daughter. An adoptive daughter. Nope, stepdaughter. She was already born when I married her mother.
Oh, right. At that time.
I recalled when I first saw Olivia for the first time. I immediately interested in her. I thought there was something wrong with me for being obsessed with a brat. I was not a pedophile. But that’s what I felt.
I felt something with her.
I didn’t want to call it love but I wanted to protect her. But in what way? As a father? Because when I remembered about it again…
I was interested in her the second she was born.