NTR: Mommy Will Help You!

Chapter 311: Where Am I?

In a haze, Oliver drifted between the scenes of his recent actions flashing through his mind.

He saw himself ordering the guards to break a manʼs arms and legs and throwing him out of the club like he was garbage.

Oliver watched it all unfold in a third-person point of view, not being able to do anything about it and just watching from above in an out-of-body experience.

Soon, another image appeared before him, where he was leaving the club with his friends, but then there were gangsters appearing and trying to get back at him for what happened to their boss.

”Get him, shoot the little shit!” Their leader ordered the thugs, who immediately took aim at the vehicle with their guns.

One by one, the bullets started pelting the car, breaking its windows and tearing open holes in the vehicle. Oliver could hear screams all around him as he watched the whole scene unfold in front of his eyes.

”Ah!” Maya let out a cry of pain and clutched her stomach while blood seeped through the cracks of her fingers.

Her eyes were wide open in shock and horror as she stared at Oliver. ”Oliver...I...donʼt...” She mouthed her words before dropping onto her knees, then collapsed on the side, unmoving.

Another scream followed closely, drawing his attention to Linda, whose face was now contorted in agony. She was shot in the neck by one of the thugs, and blood started spraying everywhere like a fountain from it.

She couldnʼt even utter a single word before falling to the other side, her dead eyes staring into his as the life faded away from them.

”NO!” Oliver yelled out in anger and desperation, reaching his arms out towards his dead women but couldnʼt do anything as his hands passed through them like a ghost, making him feel helpless.

”Why?! Why?!” Oliver sobbed as he watched helplessly when more gunshots kept coming, then more screams followed from the other cars around him.

He watched in despair as he saw the girls getting hit and dropping dead one after another while he could do nothing but watch on in horror.

There was so much pain, anger, and hopelessness coursing through Oliverʼs veins that he was overwhelmed with emotions. All he could do was cry uncontrollably in anguish as he witnessed his loved ones being murdered right before his eyes.

”It shouldʼve been me! It shouldʼve been me!” He repeated himself again and again, hoping that all of this was just a nightmare, a bad dream, anything but real.

But the more Oliver cried and screamed out his words, the louder the sounds of gunfire echoed in his head. And the more he saw the dead bodies piled up around him.

They were his friends, his women, his girls. Everyone was dead except for him.

It was a horrible sight, so horrifying that he felt bile rising in his throat. But Oliver was powerless to do anything other than scream at the top of his lungs.

There was no one left alive beside him; all were dead because of him, because he decided to act on his impulses. It was his fault; he couldnʼt protect them.

No matter what he did, the images continued flashing across his mind, making him relive them over and over again as if reminding him of his sins.

”Ahhhhh!” Oliver shouted out and sat up suddenly with sweat running down his forehead.

His entire body was drenched in sweat, and he was panting hard as if he had just run a marathon. His hands were clenched tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms. His eyes darted around the room wildly, searching for something.

But there was nothing here. Nothing but darkness. No sign of anybody else inside here with him.

Oliver gulped and rubbed his face in his hands, trying to calm himself down.

”Where am I? What is this place?” He whispered, trying to clear up his hazy mind.

After calming himself down for a bit, he took in his surroundings. He appeared to be inside a small, dark room with a single bed pushed against one wall.

On the other side of the room was a closed door, and next to the door was a small window letting in only the faintest slivers of moonlight into the room.

”Where am I?” Oliver repeated himself in a daze, getting off the bed and stumbling toward the door, gripping the handle and giving it a twist.

But the door wouldnʼt budge open. It was locked.

”What the fuck?” Oliver muttered in disbelief, his confusion increasing.

It was enough that he had a worst-case scenario nightmare about getting everyone close to him killed. Now he was locked inside a small room too?

”Let me out!” Oliver shouted while banging on the door, hoping somebody would come and open it up for him.

He kept banging and shouting, but nobody came no matter what he did or said. After a while, he gave up trying to get any response from anyone and turned his attention to the window.

”What in the world is this place? I was just in my room in Ashford mansion...” Oliver mumbled out loud to himself and stared out the window in a daze.

It seemed like he was locked up somewhere completely different from his home. There was nothing outside other than a dense forest that extended into the distance as far as he could see.

”Why am I here? What happened to Mom, my sis, and Aunt Anna?”

Oliver racked his mind for the answers, but none came to him. All he could do was sit down and rest his head against the wall as his thoughts raced a mile a minute.

ʼDid I get kidnapped? Or maybe they got all of us? How the hell did they sneak into our house so easily in the first place? Did someone betray us?ʼ

Countless questions filled his mind as he pondered on every possibility that came into existence while waiting in this weird room that had nothing but a bed.

It seemed like an eternity passed when suddenly, the lock clicked from the outside, making Oliver snap his head towards the door.