Chapter 87

***Dayle***

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I don't know how long it took to drive down here but it should take about an hour. The masked men exit the area that we are standing on, it's a large living room with despicable sofas, they look horrid to me. Skimming through the entire area I hear a female’s footsteps approaching. It must be Freya. I turn to her direction and I'm speechless. Speechless in the sense that she is prettier than I imagined, not rhat I pictured her to be ugly but since she's a villain I pictured her to be grouchy. She's dark haired, slim and pretty.
Dad’s taste in women is explicit, he goes for the best, I mean this woman in front of me is splendid except that she's psychotic. However, not even these pretty qualities draw me to her. It's not working. I'm irked.
“Freya?” I ask nonchalantly
She tries to hug me but I move away, she's disappointed. What did she think? “I'm your mother!” she adds snapping, she motions for me to sit down. I sit on the sofa while she sits opposite rustling on the ring on her finger.
“Is this your way of welcoming someone, you have to abduct them to get to speak. Couldn't you be normal?” I ask fearlessly
“I'm compelled to—”
“No, you're not, you're just fucking naîve!” I add I have no idea why I'm speaking to her in such a manner.
“Don't be a bad boy now, Owen and that pathetic sick woman raised you poorly!” says Freya who has got no idea that I wouldn't want her as a mother.
“You better not speak of my mother in such a manner, she was better than you!”
She remains silent then she starts pacing around.
“Owen and I met before Vee came into the picture. Owen and I were so in love with each other until Vee. He left me when he discovered that I was unstable, she couldn't marry me anymore regardless of his promise. I realized that I was carrying you—he acted as if he would end things with Vee but he didn't. When I had you he took you away from me and sent me to rehabilitation. Now, I'm back to have you, as soon as I gained sobriety—you were the first thing on my mind, Dayle.” She walks over to me. The story aligns with Dad’s but she claims that they loved each other but Dad said the opposite.
“I just... I just want to know you and meet you—”
“But you hurt Chrissy, you made her go through hell. She's innocent, you could have taken Dad and not her!” I almost raise my voice at her. She's frowning.
“Your tone, boy!”
“Fuck that, okay? Did you think that you could win me over by taking Chriss? Do you think that I'd accept you as my mother?” I ask and scoff. “You must be really sick to think so!”
She hits my face hard, I didn't see that coming anyway.
“You have no idea what I've been through, son—”
“I'm not your son if that's what you are thinking, I'll never be!” I add but she's boiling angrily.
“Oh you're my son, we share the same gene! Urgh!!!!” she yells holding her head. She's really insane.
“I'm not your fucking son!” I yell at her.
“Someone?” she calls out and a masked man comes around, what the fuck is she doing with Ninjas? And why do they listen and respect her so much? “Take him away, lock him up!”
“Don’t fucking touch me!” I start tussling but they overpower me anyway. “You fucking lunatic—I hate you, I really DO!”
I scream at her as she turns away burying her face in her hands. I won't be manipulated, besides I don't believe that she's my mother. She the opposite of Vee and Ms. Lena.
As soon I'm pushed to the bed, I get tied up—wrists and legs. When I try to grapple, I get punched numerous times before I get gagged. I'm almost out of breath and I'm still trying to fathom how a mother would do this to her son?

*
I've been in this dark room for several hours now, my wristwatch has been taken off and even if it was around my wrist, I wouldn't see a thing since I'm blindfolded. Could this be the same thing that she had done to Chrissy? This is cruel. I can't hear a single thing about Dom or his men, didn't the GPS tracker do its job? The wristwatch I had been wearing has a tracker so what's taking Dom too long to arrive? I don't intend to spend the next one hour with the woman called Freya, she's totally bad news. At this point, I'd rather live with Uncle Festo. Yes, him.
The door creaks open, I hear heavy footsteps approaching my direction. They take me arm in arm dragging me out of the room. I have no strength to fight back even if I try.
When they release me, I land on the ground. It did hurt but it was better than being held captive.
“Hi, Dayle!” That’s Freya’s voice. She walks over to me taking off the blinds from my eyes. “How are you, son?” she starts laughing hysterically. Fuckimg damned lunatic. “Did they hurt you?” she asks as if she knows nothing. That's a lot to pretend about. “I'm so sorry Dayle, I just want you to love me as a mother. I'm your mother—”
“You’re not my mother,” I spit on her and she halts with a grimace. She moves away.
“Then I will keep being hard on you until you accept me as your mother!” she says angrily to my face. How frustrated she is but it's not my fucking problem.
“Why can't you love me? I risked everything just meet with you and this is how you treat me?”
“I didn't ask you to risk shit,” I snap, I'm pisses at her.
“Stop fucking talking!!!!” She yells again. She drops on the sofa like a log of wood. “You have no idea how this hurts me, you're my son for crying out loud but you don’t want me! You are mad at me, aren't you? Dayle, are you mad at mommy?” she crawls to where I'm sitting. She places her hand on my legs.
“Don’t you want to meet mommy? Mommy loves you, baby...” she starts talking like a real lumatic now. This is what Dad spoke about. She's not mentally well. Are these masked men hynotized or fucking what? She starts rubbing my body ferociously propelling me speak—to accept her. I'm bound and so I can't push her away and those men are watching like zombies.
“Accept me, I'm your only mother. No one is, Vee is not. I am.”
“Only if you unbind me so that we can talk like sane people!” I tell her. I remember Dom’s words, I have to play by her rules for her to play by mine.
“Do you promise to love me, don't push me away. I'm not a lunatic Dayle, I'm OKAY!” she cries out and seriously I'm fatigued.
“Yes, prove to me that you are fucking SANE!” I tell her and so she hurriedly moves away from me. She instructs the men to unbind me just as agreed.
“Bring some food. Turkey. Anything my son wants let him have. Hurry, now!”
Within five minutes I'm being treated like a king. This is fucking messed up, these people are all crazy here. What sort of place is this? It smells like wood. God!!! I sighoit heavily.
She sits next to me staring at me intensely with a smile. This is so weird. I tell myself.
“Do you know that you've got my eyes?”
“I do?” I ask sipping from the water. I don't trust it but I'm fucking thirsty. She nods. “How long have I been here? MOTHER?”
“Oh,” she starts laughing excitedly. “Roughly a day. I want this day to be memorable.” she rubs her hands smiling broadly. “I invited your Daddy over, he’ll be here in less than thirty minutes. He can’t wait to meet you! He thinks you're still a baby but no, you're fully grown!” she laughs hysterically.
“You mean, Owen?” I'm confused
“No, your daddy. Brandon!”
“Bran.... What?” my face squeezes. This is not happening, I try to console myself. Another drama?
“What Brandon? What happened to Owen, that's my father!” I tell her trying to recover from the confused state that I'm in.
“I can explain Dayle, I just want us to be a happy family—”
“Then who was Owen to you?” I yell at her
“He was... He was my boyfriend at that time but he wasn't the father!” her face drops. “Brandon is your father...”
She sounds very authentic with the way that she's speaking but believing a lunatic’s word is like playing on your sane mind.
“You need a fucking doctor, I swear!”
I storm off. I'm pissed again. I attempt to head outside but I bump into a masked man chest.
Within a second the man falls motionless in front of me.
I get cold in the bones and startled at once. I lift my head up. In ftlrint of me I see Dad and Dom standing over me with other men behind me.
“Dad!” I crash myself around him.