FOUR MONTHS LATER…
Anderson stood by the door with a worried expression. His eyes zeroed in on the black van that was approaching the entrance at a very high speed. The van stopped abruptly and the doors opened. With the speed of a cheetah, He left the door and ran to the van that Oliver had just stepped out of. The van zoomed off as soon as Oliver highlighted.
Anderson's worried eyes roamed up and down Oliver's body. He didn't need to say a thing or ask anything because the worry on his face was enough.
Oliver chuckled, "I'm fine Andy. Stop worrying". Andy looked at him and it took all his strength to hold back his tears when he saw how battered Oliver was. His dark hair was greasy, his eyes were sunken and looked lifeless, he had a burst lip and there was an obvious bruise that spanned his shoulders and disappeared into his clothes.
