HIM ALL ALONG

PROLONG:

"Do not pleasure him, Code. I need him in pain."

Ordered the only rap*st in the room. I heard him unzipping and my heart crumbled. Perhaps, he is about to take over. He is going to show this Code how a prey should be eaten.

I focused on the sound of the zipper, picturing what the voice was about to do to me when Code's unexpected thrust brought me to gasp.

"Arrgh!"

The pleasure I felt a while ago disappeared as Code clung to my waist and pounded in all might. His moans became louder and that told me he was after a climax.

"Fuvk...Mmm." Code moaned and deepened his rod, slamming my hole to his satisfaction, with little mercy.

The pain was unbearable yet I gripped tight. I held unto the strange sensation that came from his every hard thrust.

Yes, I felt pleasure amidst pains, and grew confused on which to focus on – the pain of being r*ped or the pleasure of having my first s*x.

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GREG:

That is my definition of life up to this day, a Friday morning as I left my bed to the bathroom at early hour of the dawn. I have no record of how and when my system adjusted fully to the cockerel's hour, but I continually look up to it.

Waking up and leaving the house early to the bus stop where I could pick up the school bus before everyone else, is such a morning priority for me and I have never missed it.

The school drivers encourage my time keeping. I do not spend a second past my pick up time at the bus stop. They are disciplined enough to use a clock and appear on time which fuels my consistency.

As the first student to enter and alight the bus every day, each new hired bus driver would always comment on how they look forward to knowing me, the student, being told of by the previous driver.

This made me popular only among the school bus drivers and the second student to be picked after me every morning.

It is a long drive to the second student's residence. He resides in an average-man's area; a typical definition of 'neighborhood'. It is unbelievable to know that the school rides such a place. The dwellers think so too.

They stand in the same awe expression when the bus passed by every morning. It is indeed warming to see the school bus driving through such street blocks.

Well, the school can't avoid it, it is part of the privileges the scholarship students receive. Apart from free tuition, transportation is equally provided.

The second student is tremendous with his grades; he is a classmate. Only a worthy brain can make D'Caprias's bus overlook a neighbourhood like his.

Mornings in his area ain't quiet, it is noisy and the atmosphere smells of poultry feeds. I'd enjoy the sight of the busy public anyway; they booze around so early like they haven't slept a wink. It is an adventure for me and I love it. His family entertains me with a scene too.

His sister who looks younger stands with him at the gate of their old model bungalow waiting for the arrival of the bus. She doesn't go to D'Caprias but she appears happier than the fortunate brother.

On the sight of the approaching bus, she would run inside the building where an older woman comes out in a hurry with a pack of food. It must be the mum. The trio will then begin their humorous 'hurry up' displays for the sake of my entertainment.

Peculiar to him, students are picked up from and dropped off at their homes. The school management has left me after thousands of complaints on how it is safer to be picked up at home but I insist on walking to the bus stop.

Most students here are being driven to school by their chauffeurs, while attention seekers like my brother, drive themselves. Those who join the school bus are mostly considered scholarship students.

I wouldn't mind attending a less expensive school but my mother insisted I go to this school because she believed that the quality of a school depends on how expensive it is.

Getting a scholarship into this school isn't that easy but the ways of arrogant rich kids, once you are a scholarship student disregarding how much you studied for it, you are as good as nothing. Being considered a scholarship student is a good cover as everyone pays little or no attention to me.

He, the second person on the bus, however, has tried to get me to talk to him with zero fruit to his effort. He'd smile and cling to his glasses every morning before settling right beside me.

I stopped wondering for a long time why he never gets tired of his same gestures towards me when all I could offer him is my emotionless stares. I have never talked and had the intention of talking to him in the future.

His permanent seat beside me on the bus makes everyone think we are either brothers or friends.

Brother? Not him, mine is still on the bed, snoring at the moment.

And a friend? It is a non-existing noun for me.

I like how quiet and lonely my life is except in my family where I struggle to live the way I want due to their excessiveness.

Well, let's just say my family is famous among national healthcare and business reporters.

Not to disparage my family like my younger sister always points at me, I will admit is one of the wealthiest in the country, if not the wealthiest. There isn't any daily news without my family's name stealing the headline.

My father has accumulated such riches that he doesn't need to rush out of the house after me of course, to his office every morning. Yet, he does. The only vacation he takes off the office is that of a business deal in which he would stay months abroad and still go to work the next day on his arrival.

He is hardworking. I admire him, but it is too much for my eyes to contain. If a human can be labeled a machine, that would be my father who never breaks down to tiredness or sickness. He has never visited any of the family's hospitals in years and I don't think my mum is getting any luck in seeing him soo.

My mum is the nation's profound doctor, surgeon, whatever. No one ever told me about her field of the medical profession, I never asked, I don't find it relevant.

One thing I know is that all the family's hospitals under her care as the owner and the doctor in charge are the best in the country. She has in years built at least one hospital in every city of the country.

My family's wealth is that fairy dream of every living person but here I am, living with parents that made it a reality.

Well, I cared less.My family's riches and fame makes my life noisy and I live every day thinking of ways to lessen it all.

They have appeared on every media screen over a billion times and still counting without me. As much as people know that my father has two sons, it is still a mystery to them what the second son looks like.

The media are cultured. There has never been anyone on my trail. No paparazzo has blindly ruined my hide. Sometimes, I'd believe Mr. Nazit, my father's chief security officer, has a lot to do with it.

My older brother enjoys the media and the attention it is fetching him. He is not only popular on everyone's television and phone screen, but he is also popular among the country's ladies.

I'd listen to all the talks of girls with his friends, how he is bored with Miss A, ready to start up with Miss B, and admiring Miss C. He is the country's playboy.

I don't pity those girls for that is what they truly deserve when they greedily flock after for his wealth and influence. He is handsome too.

Why wouldn't he be? He is the only son eager and ready to spend the family's money and that is one thing my parents ensure he does at full cost. He buys and owns everything he wants. At 18, he owns the world.

At this very moment, he would be rolling on his bed until 9 A.M before he would magnificently walk himself to the bathroom and dress his *ss to school.

He will be graduating in the next three months. I am certain to be the only one keeping track of data in his academic life, James cares little about it.

We do not attend the same school. That would be a great mistake on my stake. If I care to maintain this anonymous life of mine, I need neither my elder brother nor younger sister in the picture. We are only related at home. Everything outside our mansion is different, especially that of my brother and I.

James keeps a basket full of friends, while I don't even know the name of the eye-glassed boy who sits beside me both in the school bus and classroom.

He drives his expensive car to school whereas, I walk out of the house to the farthest bus stop to take the school bus. His luxurious lifestyle breeds him lots of attention while the only thing that notices my existence is the ground I'd walk on and maybe, the eye-glassed boy and bus drivers.

I love the zero attention-gained part the most, for that is exactly what I intend to maintain throughout my years here in this high school and perhaps, in my lifetime. I have attended this school without any media camera secretly following me like they do follow my brother buzzing for answers whenever my parents hit the headlines.

I am still on the quest to know how my brother has the right answer to their questions each time I see him on the screen beaming with huge manly smiles responding like a pro. He finds this entertaining. He takes forever to dress out of the house for he ought to be ready as always for the media.

As I am about to leave the house at 5:50 AM, Mrs. Grater, our old housekeeper who has refused to retire on my parent's pleas, has woken up before me again to get my lunch pack ready and make me drink a cup of milk as breakfast.

I don't mind getting this from the school's cafeteria but she has sworn to ensure I don't skip meals no matter how early I plan to sneak out of the house.

"There you go my boy," comes her voice from the doorway.

She triumphantly handed me the glass of milk.

She has once missed doing this because I left the house earlier. She nearly died of heartbreak. I disliked how I kept the old woman the whole day when I was told by my brother that she refused to taste a thing saying she would punish herself for failing to feed her grandson. My brother skipped school as well to console her as she cried over my hungry stomach.

Hungry stomach, of course not. I overfed myself at the school's cafeteria on that day, if she had known.

I also never tried to sneak out on her again because I haven't forgotten how I had such a terrible night after she made me eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner all at once. Again, I do not want to be a gateway for James to skip school.

"Morning, Granny."

I took a sip of the milk and returned the glass for I was in no mood to taste anything this early, I never have been.

I had no chance to refuse when she supported the glass with her palm back to my mouth.

"All the way, drink up. Ha...ha."

She kept singing as I gulped down all the liquid. Granny has never been seen as an employee in the family.

She is recognized fully as the oldest member of the family by every one of us. She is the only one who has the leverage to lock up my dad in his room one morning after he arrived from a business trip.

She knew my dad would come down again to go to work the next day, so she woke up earlier to lock him up, demanding he take a day off to rest. Despite how cold my dad looks, she never feared him like other employees.

Dad had no option but to beg Mrs. Grater to open up the room that he promised to come back early that day and rest, which he did for dread of being locked up in his own house again.

"Thank you, Granny," I said and placed my lunch pack in my bag as well.

I ended up calling her Granny since she wouldn't stop treating me as her real grandson.

"Off you go my boy," she said while adjusting my backpack.

My brother once accused her of taking extra care of me than everyone else. Of the truth, I can tell she loves me and she should be proud, the feeling is mutual.

I have this special relationship with her. She pays keen attention to my mood and most times, sings and dances to lighten it. She'd succeed at every trial. Even when I try to ditch her efforts, I find myself laughing out loud.

I don't have such a relationship with my mother. I once caught her looking at Granny and I in the kitchen when I helped with the dishes, talking and laughing. I know I saw the jealousy in her stares but was told it wasn't after I talked to my brother about it.

"Mum can never be jealous of Mrs. Grater, we are family and family do not get jealous of each other. She must have been touched." James explained that night as we played a video game in his room.

My brother might look expensive and unapproachable on the outside, but he has never given me any reason to keep away from him. We talk about everything.

Yes, everything. He might have laid down a lot of people in his life but he has never hurt me. He cares for me just like he is obliged to as his younger brother. This is why I don't dislike how he mistreats other people, I think they all deserve it, especially the ladies.

I left the house at exactly 6:05 AM and walked down the deserted road sniffing every freshness of the morning with a few public sweepers, doing their job.

A couple of early morning joggers swiftly passed me and I turned to them wondering if they feel the warmth of the morning as they jog too.

"I should jog sometimes," I thought.

It might improve my body structure but I know it will remain a thought. I do not like exercising or engaging in anything that can make me sweat; I rather remain this slender and unstressed.

The male jogger half turned as well to stare at me. The curiosity in his eyes sent his thoughts to me in an instant. I do not blame him, it is not usual to see a student up the street this early.

The city looks so beautiful and fragile at this hour until the dwellers like my brother wake to corrupt it with their noises. It is never noisy around here though, everyone tends to be mature and self-indulgent.

As I got closer to the bus stop at 6:35AM, I halted out of shock at the loud bash of a black van in front of me. I wasn't sure if this was an accident until I saw two hefty guys with face masks jump out of the van.

One swiftly placed something over my mouth and nose before I could register their faces. It then occurred to me that I am about to be kidnapped. I struggled hard to free myself from their grip.

My struggle was useless. I was overpowered within seconds. I think this might be me, facing my last minute on earth, I need to fight until my last breath.

I shook my body countlessly but the grip was tight and whatever that was placed on my nose was suffocating me.

At this moment, everything became blurred and unreal. I felt my body floating in the air as I drifted into unconsciousness.

Gladly, I'm not yet dead. When I finally woke and felt the existence of life, my sight was blocked and everything was dark. I tried opening my eyes but couldn't feel them.

I lifted my hands to my eyes, and that is when I realized that I was tied to something and blindfolded. I kicked out my legs, they were free, but what use are they to me in this situation? I can't untie myself with my legs.

I made to scream but my throat was as dry as a rock, so I retired to moving and muffling sounds to attract whoever to rescue me.

I am certain I'm laid on a bed and tied to the bedpost for I can feel the softness of bedsheets on my back. The squeaks as I move and kick the air, tell me this may be a metal bed or a wooden weak one. I kept kicking and muffling until I got tired and decided to do a little thinking about my fate.

I don't know what I have done to deserve this. If it isn't what I have done, Who is doing this to me and why?

As much as I do not care to know my dad's kind of business, I am still sure out of trust in him that he wouldn't be doing anything risky, illegal, or dark that can put his family in danger. Otherwise, he wouldn't let my brother live so carelessly, I, so regardless, and my sister, who knows. We would have been guided daily by dozens of men in suits like I see in movies.

If anyone ever deserves to be kidnapped in my family, the top list should be James. For screaming sake, I have never trespassed in my life, why would anyone be interested in me?

Nobody knows about my relationship with the Waldeen family. I don't even bear that name in school to avoid being traced down to my origin. I made it known to my parents that I would bear my mother's maiden name, Bolt.

How can I bear Greg Waldeen when all I want is a quiet lifestyle??

Waldeen as a name is a bomb in everyone's ear. That name will confirm I am the second son of the mighty Peter Waldeen of the century.

I have been bearing Greg Bolt for all the years of reasoning, now, why am I being tied up like this?

Come to think of it, if this person knew I was Greg Waldeen, there is a chance I could have been treated like a king as they await the trillion of ransom they would impose on my parents.

I am in this situation because they must believe I am just a random schoolboy on the street. Ok, I killed myself.

Or am I being kidnapped for ransom by thugs that don't give a damn about my name?

Thinking back on my life, maybe I should regret living that low for nothing. I have lived most simply even to my death. If I am being kidnapped to be killed, it is a waste of me.

News of scholars being kidnapped and killed with their organs harvested has lately become the most terrific news in the country. Every single headline flashed before my dark sight.

I should have listened to the school management or my sister's chauffeur who always offered to drop me off every morning he saw me leaving our mansion.

I must have thought myself to fear as I felt my body trembling. I changed to a sitting position, crawled my legs up, and clung to my knees and I began to tear down my cheeks.

I moved to sit up as I heard footsteps approaching wherever it was I was being kept. The sound of the opening door was forceful and the footsteps louder. It was obvious they entered this room and I began to shiver uncontrollably.

"I told you Code, you will like him."

Someone spoke after seconds of silence and I know they are talking about me.

Like me? What is there to like?

"I..."

Another voice tried to speak up but was cut short by the first voice.

"C'mon Code, don't give me that look. We both gonna get what we want."

"He's..."

I am sure I still heard the second voice trying to object to whatever the first voice was trying to mean for I am totally confused. I haven't been this scared in my life before. Whatever it is they are bargaining for, it will not be in my favor. I should be terrified.

"Look at him baby, don't you want him now, you take him and I pay you... You want this money now, don't you?"

"But..."

Take me to where?

"You want the money! And all I need you is to want him too and we will be happy now," the first voice continued in between mocking laughs that sent more shivers down my body and I began to sob.

"Please, don't kill me." I begged amidst sobs and fear.

My voice was slim and cracked. I may not have been able to scream but I must use my voice to plead for my life at all cost.

"Don't kill me," I spoke again.

I smelt someone closer to me, a hand holding up my chin as he said...

"No no no, nobody wants you dead boy, he will just have a little fun with you, what do you say about that now, Code?"

Fun? What does he mean by that?

Even this fun doesn't sound fun to me. Oh, God! Will I die today?

"Code move on already, we must drop him off before anyone declares him missing now."

Drop me off? Oh! I won't be killed today, thank heavens!! Maybe they are not murderers. Are they thieves? Do they want money? I could tell them my father can provide as much as they want.

Just then, I heard someone's footsteps moving toward what I believe is the door.

"Don't be a pussy now Code!"

The steps halt.

"Ok ok ok...Three thousand!" Continued the only voice that had spoken so far.

Three what?? Am I being sold to slavery here? No, we have passed the era, I believe. And selling me won't guarantee them dropping me off.

I heard the crack of the door indicating it was being opened as the same voice shouted instantly,"Seven thousand, damn you Code!!"

Seven thousand what? Dollars, Euros, Pounds??

My heart is at the point of bursting, save me, God!

"No, please," was all I could mumble as I heard the footstep moving away from the door to me.

"Please, don't hurt me," I said, sobbing loudly as I felt the bed deepen out of extra weight on it minutes later.

"I..."

The stranger on the bed made to say something when he was cut off again by the voice which was the only thing that filled the room.

"We don't need the pleasantries now, do we?"

Just then, I felt this stranger's hands on me, unbuttoning my school jacket. He moved closer to my face, I know because his breath was an inch away from my nose as he stretched his hands on my wrist to untie me from the bedpost. I am not sure but I think he careless my sore wrist before pulling my jacket off my hands and soon, my shirt.

Are they trying to take a nude picture of me? is this the fun?

No no, it won't be good for my image or that of my family. I can't possibly be exposed this way.

"Please, don't hurt me. I will you give anything, money, more...please," I said particularly to the person on the person with me.

He stopped. And for a minute, I thought I had won my life.

"Don't be stupid Code. let him out of here and you will get nothing but cops after you."

"No...I..." I am determined to convince them that I won't involve any cop. I mean it.

"Quiet now, boy! I need this fun and not your money." The voice warned me.

"Get it done with, Code, I am becoming impatient."

The weight returned to the bed again. He struck my cheek and brushed my lips with a finger. I felt his breath on my neck as he murmured. "Shh!"

I don't need to be told anymore what the whole fun will be at this moment but what I don't understand is why I am only registering how gentle these hands are on me. Somehow, I felt my fear evaporate and refilled with curiosity. I strangely felt relaxed with this stranger on me.

"Code, you don't need all this ceremony now, you are making the boy comfortable," the first voice cautioned and I can sense the frustration in his tone.

Indeed, he is making me comfortable and, I can only hear a slight of my sob which is not out of fear. One thing I can tell is that the person on me doesn't want to hurt me even though he is going to hurt me soon, I know what he is up to.

He unzipped and pulled my trousers off me, leaving me with just my underwear, and honestly, I suddenly became shy rather than scared.

I can't remember being this exposed before anyone and here I am under this stranger, almost naked, and to the best of my knowledge before another person sitting or standing somewhere in this room while watching the whole thing.

"Tie him up again, Code, you don't want me losing the pleasure now, do you?"

Code or whatever this stranger's name is turned me to my stomach and tied me up again as he was ordered but not as tight as it was before. With my bare back facing him, he must have seen that blackish birthmark that is plastered just a bit above my shoulder like a map-like tattoo.

That birthmark is the only black item on my white skin and that makes it a thing of attraction once sighted by anyone.

Well, apart from family who has been opportune to see it maybe because they knew of it since my birth, the only person to have seen it was my brother's best friend, Lucky. Who barged into my room without knocking during my brother's 16th birthday.

How lucky he was. Not only was he the first outsider to see my birthmark but also the only person apart from my brother to have entered my room. My room is strictly out of everyone's feet, not even Granny is loved enough to penetrate. My brother, yes, we share a relationship understood only by us.

This stranger touched the part I know full well had my bold printed birthmark as if he was taking a clear note of it. He smoothed that area and his touch felt gentle on my bare back.

He moved to my underwear and pulled it down to my ankle. He held my waist and lifted my lower body a little. Holding me still with a hand, I heard him unzipping his trousers, he kneed closer to me and I felt his rod on my buttocks and I tensed.

His being gentle doesn't erase the truth that I am close to being raped by him or that that thing on my thigh isn't capable of shredding my innocent hole.

I am not even gay. I have nothing against gays, I am just not one of them. Well, I don't like girls either, the reason I insist on going to a boy high school, unlike my brother. I don't think I like how clingy and flirty girls can be, it is irritating but that doesn't mean I want to end up with a guy.

I felt him move closer to me, every movement he makes is being noted by the squeak from the bed. I felt his face close to my ear as I heard him whisper to my ears. "Relax."

A command or comfort? I am not sure but, his voice as soothing as it is didn't stop me from shutting my eyes under the blindfold and awaiting the most painful experience of my life.

Being in a same-sex high school made it easy to know a lot about gays. We have numerous dating boyfriends in my school and I do hear them talk about the hell experiences of the bottoms during their first time which is when I decided to be the top and not the bottom like this if I ever began to fancy gay life.

"What are you waiting for, Code?"

At a point, I have forgotten we have company in the room. I do not understand his part of the deal to watch me get raped or if he will join in the whole escapade. Am I to be raped by these guys? I began to get scared at the thought of it.

"Argh!" I screamed painfully as I felt a sharp pain in my butt."It hurts."

The whole hell experience wasn't a tale after all for I have started my journey to hell.

"Oh yes! Good boy, I need you to scream more."

This is the only voice that drives me insane here. How can a human sound happy when someone is in pain?

"I am sorry," the stranger on the bed said.

Sorry? Sorry? How can a rapist be apologizing?

His apology got to the wrong part of my heart and it broke into pieces. If he knew it would be this painful, why do it when he can't even stand it? If he is this weak, what does he expect me to be?

All I know is that he only wants the money he was offered, I was stupid to ever get comfortable with all this. I am dealing with a rapist and that's it.

"Relax." He said again.

Something about his voice made me sadder and this time, I began to sob with tears running down my cheeks afresh. I felt his movement and I knew he was coming on me again, I stiffened my body and awaited another round of pain.

"Argh..." I screamed even louder.

I felt him flinch on me again but didn't pull out as he did the first time. Instead, he held my waist tightly and clammed his full self into me.

The pain I felt sent shocks to my brain and I thought I was about to collapse when I heard the other voice in the room saying.

"Yeah, dig in Code, c'mon now."

If only we didn't have this company in here, it could have all gone softer.

Code began to move his waist in and out of me slowly. Somewhere, I started looking for the pain I felt earlier to no reach, all I feel now is my body welcoming the rapist. I felt my whole adjusting to the new change elastically and my brain couldn't stop thinking it felt good.

I felt his hand on my shoulder as he pulled me upright and easily pushed me closer to him with the other hand on my waist. I heard him moan in this new position and just like him, I felt better.

I lapped my mouth tightly to subdue any other sound that was not of pain but I failed drastically. I opened my mouth to sob louder but a moan escaped out of my will.

"Do not pleasure him Code, I need him in pain."

Said the only rapist in this room. I heard him unzipping and my heart crumbled. Perhaps, he is about to take over. He is going to show this Code how to eat a prey.

I focused on the sound of the zipper, picturing what this voice was about to do to me when Code's unexpected hard thrust brought me to gasp.

The pleasure I felt a while ago disappeared immediately as Code clung to my waist and pounded in all might.

The pleasure I felt a while ago disappeared immediately as Code clung to my waist and pounded in all might. His moans became deeper and this tells me he was after a satisfaction. He deepened his rod at every thrust and I cried in pain.and I cried in pain.

"Please, stop...please."

The pain was becoming unbearable and I couldn't withstand it anymore.

"Ahh! Mmm, that's it Code. Yes, yes...Ahh!"

The only rapist in the room moaned loudly and I began to wonder what exactly he is doing now.

Code hasn't reduced his furious bounce into me despite my pleas.

"Fvck!" He moaned with gritted teeth and increased his tempo.

My body sort of adjusted to his rhythm and hard thrusts and everything was filled with both pleasure and pain and my brain was having a hard time making choices of the one to focus on.

All my ears could hear now was the sobs and moans of different persons. My tied hands clenched in pain. As the slapping of fleshing behind me turns louder, the bed vibrates under me as if shaken by an earthquake, and so is my body.

Every sound became faint, the moans, my sobs. I found my strength all taken away, my vision and awareness were about to be taken, and...

"Stop," I warned him. I am losing it. "Stop, please."

I pleaded but my pleas were lost in their loud moans. No one heard me, no one cared.

"Yess..."

And that was the last word I heard from whoever, before my brain finally shut down.

I am been driven for a long time that I could no longer feel my buttocks. It feels like I am breathing through my asshole, it hasn't stopped throbbing since my encounter.

Sitting here isn't helping my condition but I had to do as was harshly instructed by a different voice from the one in the room which filled my eardrum all day. He warned me against trying to untie the blindfold since he set my hands free.

He shouldn't bother sending his warnings, I am too exhausted to fight anyway. I could smell the presence of more than two people here. I do not care how many they are anymore but to get dropped alive.

This voice has made it worst for me than the one who enjoyed the scene back in my confinement and I couldn't stop imagining what an ugly face owns such a coarse voice.

He had roughly shaken me off my slumber after I was helplessly drained by that stranger and ordered me to wear my school uniform which he flung to my face. Still, in a blindfold, I dressed up, got dragged, and seated in here, certainly the same black van that took me off the road this morning.

It is a good thing my hands weren't tied anymore for my wrists are burning under my sleeves. I gently placed my palms under my buttocks, maybe, just maybe they can help smoothen my aching ass.

The van halted and just in a flash, I was pulled out of it to the ground and had my backpack thrown to me. I removed the blindfold when I managed to stand firmly, it took unending seconds before my eyes could adjust to the sunlight.

I looked around to note where I am; I do not know or, I am yet to for my brain is blurry. I quickly searched for a place to sit but I groaned in pain as I try to walk, I opt out and leaned against the wall behind to give myself minutes to recollect.

I took my backpack off the ground and unzipped it in search of my phone. Strangely, nothing was stolen, I have my phone and my wallet intact.

Granny's food resting in the lunch container too. Staring at it woke all the worms in my belly as they began to rumble rapidly. I overlooked the food, I don't think it is still hygienic for consumption. Thanks to my day, it will go to waste.

Unlocking my phone which was placed on a flight mode, it is 4: 26P.M. I should have been home a couple of hours ago. I do not want to think of the level of worries they're having back home.

Great I stick the habit of leaving my phone on that mode the moment I leave the mansion for school, otherwise, my phone could be swelling with missed calls.

If only the school didn't alert my family of my absence, I will be sure that Granny won't have a swollen eye at this moment. But they must have, I have never ditched school, I hate absence. As a first, it will be such a great deal on the school and my family, I hope they haven't alerted the cops at least.

Reactivating my phone, clicked on the Google map and discovered my current location. It is a few blocks away from where I was abducted. He had dropped me off in this deserted zone to avoid the interest of pedestrians. Since my standing here, I haven't seen a single being. I can't risk a walk, so I ordered a cab from the spot to the house.

With all the endurance I could muster, I subdued the pains behind me and try to walk as normally as possible into the house.

Of course.

Granny's eyes are unrecognizable, Rose, my younger was sitting lifelessly beside Mum who is looking not so good, was definitely called out from work to be here at this hour. Dad had his back to me with his cell phone on his ear.

I can feel the tension in this place all because of me. I can't deny the fact that no matter how much I try to look unimportant to the public, I am very much important here. I may not have an exciting relationship with them, but I know they value me, and I, to them.

"Christ! Greg!"

I looked up the stairs and at James who was standing akimbo looking as hot as ever. I wonder if he has even shed a tear for me or just looked that hot all day.

"Gregory!!!".....Mum advanced and stopped in front of me placing a hand on her neck and the other, squeezing her satin pants.

She could have hugged me, and I saw how badly she wanted to, but I am not as vulnerable as James who throws hugs at every member of the family like it isn't a big thing. I could accept her hugs seeing how badly she looks but I just stood and stared blankly at her, making moves isn't my style.

"Heavens, Greg! Where the hell have you been?"

James who is at reach hugged me.

"Hmmm..." I sniffed trying to hold some air from James' tight embrace.

"You look worn out, dude.......what happened?"...

James observed as he pushed me back to weigh my appearance.

Oh, James!

"Thank you, Inspector Tay, he is home. I am sorry for the rouse....Yes, I will call you up if it is such, thank you."

I heard Dad say to the person at the other end of the phone.

I am not surprised the cops have been alerted. Being a billionaire's son is what you get. It looks minor because it is me who doesn't appreciate noise and crowds. Picturing how the media and cops would have been parading here if James or Rose was tag missing for a couple of hours gives me spins.

"Gregory!" Mum's voice came out in a whisper. She has not for once called me anything but my full name and she has no idea how touchy it is.

"Mum, I am alright. I...." I managed to start after moments of measuring my first sentence.

"You don't look so to me."

"Jameson, allow him....."

Ok, Mum calls us by our full names, it isn't a special thing that she calls me that way too. But then, I love that she does.

".....Come, sit dear. Where have you been? You got us all worried. What happened? Are you alright?"

Came a million questions. I walked to a couch and goodness! Oh no!, My ass is on fire. Can anybody hear me? All I want is a hot shower and a good lay down on my bed yet, I allowed Mum to lead me to sit. I have no intention of telling them what happened. What will I say?

That I was raped? I must be kidding.

If I am being truthful here, I don't feel like I was raped, stupid. Maybe I should just press charges on the other guy for watching me being raped, I mean, having sex.

I must be insane to feel this way. Apart from the fire on my buttocks, I don't feel bad. It doesn't hurt my heart to be a rape victim, why tell them I was raped then?

"We got a call from the school. You weren't there today, where were you son?".....dad impatiently asked since I am unready to say a word.

There is no way I could avoid questions at this time. Everyone expects me to say something.

"I was at a photography complex, there was a training there today. I got to know on my way to the bus stop, so I decided."

Bravo Greg! The best liar of the year.

How on earth did I fabricate this? Wow! No wonder people tell lies, this is so real and easy. Too bad. I am sorry but I feel great to deceive them all. I haven't planned on this lie, it just pops out, and thank you Mr lying Demon.

"Ohmmm!" Rose hummed after I dropped my bombshell.

It is an old story to my family that I love photography. It is my favorite hobby and with that, they see reasons for my missing.

"You could have called home Gregory, you got us all worried."

"I am sorry Mum, my phone battery died."

"I am glad you weren't unsafe....Excuse me, I need to call the school, they're waiting for some news." Dad said and I nodded.

This is the first circled meeting I am having with every member of my family. Being the center of attention isn't going down well with me, I do not know if I should excuse myself to my room or sit still and keep acting like the lost and found son.

"Oh! my boy, you look tired. Must have been a long training."

Granny who has her shoulder held by James spoke for the first time other than damping her swollen eyes.

"It was Granny. I am famished too. I didn't have the time to eat lunch."

Ok, this is the first truth of my evening. I haven't tasted anything since I left home, thanks to the glass of milk Granny forced me to empty. I am starving.

"Oh! My poor boy! I will fix you something at once."

"I too, Mrs. Grater."

Granny hushed at James who faked a frown. She made her way into the kitchen still damping her eyes.

"Go on dear, you should freshen up first."

"Thanks, Mum."

Gripping my backpack as a soothe to my pains, I walked up the stairs to my room.