Chapter 30: 3 A.M. Call
Peacefulness surrounded his dark cold room. The relaxing sound of the music box serves as his lullaby for his sleepless nights. The warmth of his comforter completed a comfortable rest.
BZZZTT! BZZZTT! BZZZTT!
Voltaire flinched and trembled with the loud and sudden ring of his phone. The shock made him feel weak resulting in his trembling hands.
He checked the caller ID having his other eyes closed while barely having his eyesight clear. Voltaire sighed and answered with his deep husky voice.
"Yes, hello?"
["Sir, I'm sorry for the sudden call early in the morning but I just received a message that the hypnotized employee is rushed in the hospital earlier, midnight."] Keisha reported.
Voltaire's eyes grew wide and the drowsiness abruptly left him. He facepalms in stress before taking a deep breath.
"How is he now?"
["Stunned, sir."]
"Alright, keep me updated and call investigators about the incident. I cannot let this pass because this might affect the company's reputation.", Then the agitated man ended the call and went back to his bed.
Voltaire tried shutting his eyes and change his position to the bed but nothings working out for him. His spirit is wild awake and his random thoughts won't stop pestering him. As much as he wants to neglect those thoughts, it's giving him sensations that neither he nor anyone can understand.
He sat on the bed and ruffled his hair in frustration. Voltaire glanced at the digital clock on his wall with droopy eyes.
3:14 A.M.
"Ugh what am I feeling? Why do I feel so sad and empty for no reason?" His hands are still in his face while he crouched in his bed.
"Those memories keeps on flashing on my head when I'm supposed to be resting. Come on, give me a break!" Voltaire continues to rant to himself until subtle tears escaped his eyes, synchronous to this is him slowly letting go of his silent whimpers.
"Dad, dad... can you hear me?" He whispered between his sobs while covering his eyes.
"Dad, please... forgive me. If...only I didn't ask for a dinner... if only..." The subtle tears from earlier suddenly turned heavy. Little by little his sobs that used to be weak before were getting louder. He placed his left palm to cover his mouth to lessen his noise.
"Everything is my fault. I..I'm deeply sorry. Can...can you forgive mi..me?" He stuttered.
Maybe, just maybe, this is the right time for him to at least release his tensed sentiments. Perhaps this is Voltaire's break that he's been asking for. A break from his empty and monotone reality where he puts an act of cold and dangerous man. At least once in a while, he can be the real Voltaire Cyde Flammia.
Miserable, anxious, coward, and a guy craving for love.
"Dad, ever since you left us. Everything changed." Voltaire gently dried his tears and continued, "My brother Vermillion fell in love and chooses love over the company. Mom overworks herself trying to forget your tragic death and here's me, crying like a coward." He forcefully punches his pillow multiple times, recalling the actions that made him suffer.
"Here's me dad. Trying so hard to be like my big brother. I'm doing my best to surpass him..." Going back to his past showed his unhealed scar from the sorrowful reality he's living in.
"I'm sorry, really sorry dad. I can't be like my big brother. I can't be like Vermillion... I can't make you and mom proud... I'm sorry..."
"I know that this is not a competition however, can you blame me? Can you blame me for constantly feeling like a sore loser no matter how hard I try? Dad, I'm sorry." Voltaire ruffled his hair and harshly wiped his swollen eyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked up. Taking a deep breath and a rest.
"Dad, is it really my fault? Ever since you passed away, people began to ignore me. They only see me now as a rival or a threat." He let out a sarcastic laugh and sighed, looking at the dim lights with tired eyes.
"Mom blamed me for weeks while my brother grew distant from me, probably thinking it was all my fault. Zylant and I were not on good terms. Only Ashlyn shows concern thus, I pushed her away. I don't want her to be distracted because of me." He felt guilty towards his old friend. She was just showing the affection that he needs but he pushed her away.
The actions he does contradict his wants in mind. Honestly, he's confused about what he wants, he's only sure about one thing.
There's a hole in his heart that he doesn't know what it needs to be filled.
Voltaire chuckled at his stupidity,
"Or maybe it was all me? Perhaps I'm the one who made myself this sad. Possibly it was all me after all."
Voltaire crouched in his place and buried his face between his arms. He took several deep breaths to calm himself before standing up to gasp some air from the balcony.
"People might be sleeping at this hour, everything is quiet." He mumbled before closing his eyes and welcomes the cold air to brush against his skin.
Voltaire trembles in shock upon hearing his phone buzz. It was sudden so he thought, it was Keisha.
He answered the call but an unfamiliar voice responded. It is a girl's tone in a high pitch and she was screaming in fear which made Volt's heart pounds when he heard her loud cries.
["He...hello? Please, is sa-someone listening? Please... a-answer,"] The voice cried out. It's heard that she's running out of breath and the line is unstable.
Voltaire checked the number and saw that it was an unknown.
Although he is a bit hesitant thinking it's a trap but he can't help but feel uneasy especially it's a girl and it's freaking late. She might be in serious trouble.
"Where are you?" He worriedly asked which made the other line filled with sobs.
["I... am not sure.."] The voice sobbed again. He can hear random crackles from the surroundings of the girl which made obvious that she's moving.
"Alright, miss calm down. What are you doing right now?"
The crackles stopped and he only hears deep ragged breathing patterns.
["C-creepy ga–guys in black... they are running after m-me..."] Silent sobs enter the conversation and she talks in whispers. ["I'm not familiar with where I am..."]
Voltaire grabs his gray hoodie and was about to went out of his room to go out, now wearing gray sweatpants and his hoodie and a white fitted shirt under.
"Okay, describe your place right now." He instructed while finding his keys.
["There ...there are grasses and trees... a-a modern wood house in front of me..."] Voltaire sighed,
"Miss, be precise. What do you see in that house and around it?"
[" Two...two luxurious cars, tall brown gate, and a mo-modern house with rooftop. There's a s-small garden inside with a white swing... Around the space is, there's a vacant lot beside it having a sign written 'Flammia Properties'."] Sobs filled the other line again, however, Voltaire's eyes grew wide in astonishment. He shrugged and went outside his house to went to his car.
"Miss, just stay calm okay? I'm on my way. Don't hang up."
While driving at his maximum speed, he continued talking to the other line. Little moments passed and he reached his rest house. Before entering his space, he saw two guys in black and white shirts running after a half-naked tall girl.
"Hey, miss. I'm here, where are you?" Voltaire asked but all he here is loud crepitations. That's when he confirmed that the girl running is her. He quickly went out of his car and ran towards the running guys.
"What are you morons doing?!" Voltaire called their attention with his dark and deep voice. His eyes have blazing glares towards them.
The tall fair-skinned guy in stripes is holding both of the woman's hands while the other guy is gripping her hair which fueled Voltaire's burning rage.
"Leave her alone," Volt commanded with full authority but the smaller man laughed and let go of the hair.
The smaller guy gaped at Voltaire from head to toe, then chuckled.
"This one looks rich," He then pulled a knife from his back pocket which startled Voltaire.
Thus, that wasn't enough to scare a Voltaire Flammia.
"Not LOOK, I am rich and capable of buying your soul." Voltaire plastered a playful smirk which annoyed the opposing side.
The man attacked him while waving the sharp knife in the air. It pierced Volt's skin in his forearm which resulted to his blood dripping out. Voltaire winced in pain so he steps to his right and forcefully punched the man's nape leaving him unconscious.
"Release her." Voltaire deadly glares at the other man holding the girl. The man releases her in an instant and runs in the opposite way screaming like a little girl.
Voltaire quickly approached the half-naked traumatized girl and checked her condition. He saw small bruises on her arms but no wounds. He also gave her his hoodie to cover her from her torn T-shirt. She looked at him with terrified eyes before approaching near his chest.
"Tha..thank you..." And everything went blur.
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