what am I doing here?

"Holy sh*t, what could this mean?" Mr. Charles woke up sweating like someone who was drenched in heavy rain while his gaze fell on the clock hanging on the wall. It’s strokes at 3:00 a.m.

He relieves the horror of losing Bryan in his dreams. It's a terrible nightmare.

He stood up from the bed so that he could not go back to sleep. He was perturbed. He guesses something fishy is going on because Bryan is not anywhere in the house.

He waddled around the room until the weather became refulgent. He shoved his room open. He went out of his room and went directly to Bryan's room; he couldn’t find him. He felt a sharp heat circling around the corner of his neck. Nervously, he yelled in protest, "Bryan, are you there?" He yelled, ransacking Bryan everywhere around his room.

"Where could Bryan be?" He asked no one but himself.

He grew weary, and tears circled around his eyes. He stood and went away from his room with so many tears streaming from his eyes. His heart has been fragile since he hasn't set his eyes on Bryan. He hopes nothing bad happens to him because he can't afford to see his pain.

but then his mind has thought of checking, asking Henry and Duke Bryan's whereabouts because he has a clue that they knew where he could actually be.

. On getting to Henry's room, his face grew weary from seeing that Bryan was not also in his room. Worry crept him

"Good morning, Daddy." Henry greeted him, and he responded in a low, strained voice.

"Where is Bryan?" He blurted it out in a low voice.

"He didn’t say where exactly he was going." Henry shrugged his shoulders, pretending not to know what had happened to Bryan, and he couldn't bring himself to let him know what they had done to Bryan. He could feel the fear in his father's eye—the fear of losing Bryan—and if Bryan died, he wouldn't be touched because he had actually hoped for his dismissal. This is their only chance to prove to their father how amazing and wonderful they are since he was blinded by the Bryan's presence; his absence will make them close to their father.

"Bryan, riot to hell; you are no longer needed," he said in his mind, hoping that their father could stop asking about Brayan.

"I thought you guys said he was asleep in his room yesterday night." He was so shocked, and he couldn't stop having the feeling that they knew what happened to Bryan.

He was so panicked that there would not be a positive response from them.

His face looked so pale that he walked away from them without hearing what they had to say.

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Bryan woke up feeling dazed. To his head, he felt a twinge scurrying around his head; he had no clue of where he was or how he managed to elope himself in a place like that. He became so stupefied that he couldn’t imagine how many things had happened, but he couldn’t recall anything except getting himself drunk.

"What am I doing over here?" He bawled as he was trying to recall what had happened, but his head was blank, and it couldn't stop spinning him so badly.

He could not recall anything that took place last night as he looked around the room. It was sultry. Some parts of the cemented floor were broken. He flings in fear. Seeing the rat slithering around, he shoved the chair that was behind him. His two hands were tied to the rope.

He tried to slack the rope, but the rope was so tight that he was unable to slack it.

"Where am I?" he bawled again. His face was filled with sweat.

The gang that was standing behind the closed door at the entrance to where he was got distracted by his noise, and he immediately shoved the door angrily.

His face was so stony, it’s got Brayan frightened.

"Who on earth will have a face like that?" He mumbled to himself nervously.

"Where am I?" Bryan asks him as he blubbers.

The Tony-face man curled his lips in a smirk as he came closer to him, sttangled him with his hand, and consequently relied his hand from his neck.

Bryan began to cough violently and became so afraid of him that he was unable to utter a word.

He was sweating like someone drenched in heavy rain.

"Isn't it obvious?" One more word from you, and I will slice you." His voice was rude as he took a step and left the room.

"What have I gotten myself into?" Brayan whimper so bitterly as he cowered at a corner.

Nanny Kate's eyes were brimming with tears. It’s made Mr. Charles more panicky that there’s no trace of Bryan coming back home.

"Bryan, where are you?" He feels pain hovering around him.

"Sir Brainy will definitely come back home, I promise you that." Nanny Kate ensures him.

But it is totally strange to Mr. Charles that Brainy hasn’t been away from home for this long.

His face began to bead up with sweat. This is one day now, Bryan. Isn't back.

"Sir, don’t worry, "Nanny Kate said as tears welled in her eyes.

It hurt, Mr. Charles, seeing those tears in her eyes, and he was perturbed.

"You are getting me worried, nanny, with those tears in your eyes, "he said as she cleansed the tears that were dripping from her eyes.

With so much worry, he slumped into the chair.

He lost his appetite. Without his boy by his side, he feels like the world is empty.

He wanted to see him so badly, hug him tightly, and tell him how it hurt badly for him to be away. His gaze fell at his picture hanging on the wall. He wept bitterly, remembering his mother's death.

He can’t afford to lose him, just like he lost his mother, who means the whole world to him.