CHAPTER 07

SEBASTIAN'S POV:-

For the first time in my life, I had felt like I was actually free. That I was allowed to do anything. Like no one would stop me from anything. I was allowed to go anywhere. To do anything. They had given me my clothes they were told to buy for me. 

I was afraid of him. I avoided going in front of him. But I was not sure why on earth he declined everyone who asked him to transfer me into another room. Every time, he got angry and yelled at the person who had suggested something like that to him. I still did not know his name. He never told me. I never asked as well. I was so scared of him.

One of his men told me that I was here because I worked for Mr De Leon. Only if I could tell them that I do not work for him. I was forced to work for him. Only if I could tell them that he threatened me with my sister's life if I did not work for him. Everyone loves their families. And for me, Marie was the only family I had left after mom and dad died.

My stomach growled loudly and I patted my tummy. I stepped out of the room and bumped into someone. I fell on the ground with a thud. I looked up and found him standing in front of me. I gulped hard in fear because I had bumped into him. 

"deja de asustar al niño, Tristán.  ¿No tienes nada más que hacer excepto asustar a las pobres almas? (Stop scaring the kid, Tristan. Do you not have anything else to do except for scaring the poor souls?)" I heard a woman's voice and looked at her. She rushed towards me and glared at him. He rolled his eyes and gave me his hand. I hesitantly took his hand and he pulled me up. I thanked him in a low voice. I was about to move away from him when he slapped my ass hard.

"Tristán, saca tu puto trasero de aquí o me aseguraré de que no tengas más que pollo con mantequilla durante los próximos diez días. (Tristan, get your fucking ass out of here or I will make sure you will have nothing but butter chicken for the next ten days.)" The woman threatened him and everyone started laughing at him. He stuck his tongue out and stepped out of the dining hall.

"Come on kid. Come sit. You must be hungry." Said the man with a huge figure and bald head. I inhaled deeply the scent of freshly baked vanilla cake. My stomach growled loudly as I filled my lungs with it's smell.

I went to the table and took a seat. "Forgive me kiddo. Tristan here is a jerk between us. He behaves like a jerk but actually he is a very caring person." The woman said as she served me a huge piece of cake with whipped cream. I took the fork and took a huge bite.

"Man, you might be very hungry, kid. Serve him more, mama." Said the bald headed guy. The woman nodded and gave me another piece of cake.

"Have you even introduced yourselves?" Said the woman as she sat beside me and patted my shoulder like a mother. I eventually started to like her. She was very kind.

"No mama, your son here told us to stay away from him because these jerks drugged him more than he could resist." The bald man said and slapped the other man's head, who was sitting beside the bald man.

"Aaooo. Mama, he hit me again." The other man complained.

"Two more from my side, Nickon. Were you out of your fucking mind? Why did you over drug him?" The woman said angrily as she rubbed her hand on my back. The bald man slapped the other man again and they started a slapping war.

"Don't you dare Elen. If you trashed my dining hall again, I will ask Tristan to have his BDSM way with you." The woman said angrily and I chuckled hearing her. Both men sat straight and again started digging in.

"Don't mind these jerks. They are like that since they are born. Let me do all the introductions. My name is Rebecca Santiago. This bald head is Nickon. And this stickman is Elen. You have met Tristan, the master of all these jerks. They are all my children and I am their mama." She said and I smiled hearing her. Her voice and her eyes reminded me of my own mother. I narrowed my head when I felt my eyes filled up with salty water.

"Oh my, are you crying kiddo? Why are you crying?" She asked me in a worried tone. I shook my head and kept glaring at my plate.

"Your eyes reminded me of my own mother." I said and tears started flowing freely from my eyes.

"On honey. I am so sorry. Tristan will be done soon with his work. Then you are free to go back to your mother." She replied and I chuckled darkly.

"I can not go back to her no matter how hard I try." I replied. My voice was cracking in the middle.

"Why not?" It was Nickon who asked me.

"My mother died when I was ten. Both of my parents died when I was ten." I replied and started sobbing quietly.

"WHAT!!!" I heard everyone yell in union. Rebecca quickly stood up and wrapped her arms around me. I hugged her waist and cried my heart out.

"I am so sorry, kiddo. I don't know what to say." Rebecca said and I chuckled again.

"It's okay ma'am. I am habitual of it." I replied and she shook her head.

"Mama, not ma'am. They all call me mama." She said and wiped my tears. I smiled and nodded my head.

"Okay mama." I said and she flashed me her cheeky smile.

"But I have heard your parents live with you still." Nickon said and I looked at him. I shook my head and took another bite.

"That's not true. My producer is crazy. He thinks if people come to know about my history, they will stop listening to my songs." I replied and he exchanged looks with Elen.

"Don't scare him, you both. Go and get back to your work lazy asses." Rebecca said and slapped both of their shoulders. They both stood up and pecked her cheeks.

"Thank you mama." They both said and left. She stayed with me and I finished my breakfast. Another man entered and we both looked at him.

"Did you find her, Samuel?" Rebecca asked the man who entered the dining hall. He shook his head and sat beside me.

"No mama. I am starting to feel like she is out there for a reason. That's why I told everyone not to tell anything to the boss " he said and I looked at both of them.