DYLAN'S POV
When my phone rang, I was so happy I could jump and celebrate. Never in my life had I ever appreciated a phone call as much as I did on that day. Feeling my freedom coming at last, I pulled out my phone and told my mother, "you'll have to excuse me now. Pete is calling me."
The ladies nodded their heads and said a few good words, before I wormed myself out of their encircling, and looked around the whole area. My eyes landed on Iris, who slowly nodded in the right direction, and I guessed she was showing me which direction Pete was. In addition to her facial expression, the way Iris nodded her head instantly told me that something had gone wrong. In a hurry, I went to the staircase and there I met Pete who was walking slowly towards the rooftop.
"Hey Dylan. I guess Iris has had too much to drink! She…"
"Iris doesn't drink and you know that", I corrected him.
"Well she sounds drunk. She asked us to urgently check on Anisha. Apparently Anisha is in danger…."
"What! If Iris says Anisha is in danger, then Anisha is in danger! Where's she? Let's go now!" I pulled Pete towards the table where Iris was seated at, but Pete pulled me back.
"Iris said we shouldn't involve her. Let's just go and look for Anisha."
"The manor is too big, Pete. Where do we start?" as I said those words, I dialed Iris's number and as if she had read my mind, she answered by saying,
"Sixth floor, sir Dylan! In your old suite!"
Without saying anything more, we ran down the stairs. We could have easily used the elevator, but somehow we found ourselves running. When we got to the door of my old suite, just before I tried to slide the door open, I heard a loud male voice crying from within: "my toy! You are my toy! I'll have fun with you!!"
"What's happening?" Pete asked. Both of us tried to open the door but it would not open.
"Anisha!!" I called out. "Anisha!!" there was dead silence from within the room.
"Central locking, Pete! Run and unlock all the sixth floor doors!"
Without hesitating, Pete flew towards the manor control room, and he must have been gone for maximum twenty seconds, yet to me it seems like twenty whole hours. Soon the green light on the door, and on all the sixth floor doors, flickered; and I sent the door flying open. I rushed into the bedroom and was greeted by the sight of a man dressed in nothing but his underwear. He was struggling to hastily put on his trousers.
"Logan!!" I screamed out in anger and shock, failing to understand what was going on.
A small voice came from behind the curtain, "D...Dylan, help me." I rushed to the curtain to see Anisha curled into a ball; her hand bleeding, her hair a total mess, dressed in only her pant and bra. She held out her arms and I took her in, settling down beside her. She immediately burst into tears.
Logan, seeing me concentrating on Anisha, tried to take the chance to escape. He ran out of the bedroom and before he could make it out of the mini lounge, he bumped into Pete. Pete held him and dragged him back inside the room.
"I…I didn't mean to harm her", he said with pleading eyes.
"You didn't mean to harm her? The lady is naked and her hand is bleeding. She's a total mess, shaking from fear, and the best you can say is you didn't mean to harm him?" Pete quizzed the man.
I quickly covered Anisha with my suit jacket, and she let go of the curtain that she had been using to wrap herself up.
"D…Dylan! That man…a…al….almost r…r…raped m..m..m..me!!" tears gushed out of her eyes and she cried like I had never seen anyone cry before.
Her body was exceptionally hot, and she clung to me as if her life depended on it. I lifted her up and I meant to place her on a couch, yet she would not let go of me. She kept holding on to me and to my utter surprise, she kissed me.
"She has been drugged!" Pete spoke out, airing out the very same thought which was on my mind.
"You drugged her! You fool!!" I pointed at the semi-naked man and at that moment I really wished to punch him in the face.
"It wasn't me! It wasn't my idea! I was paid to do this!" Logan looked seriously terrified.
When he mentioned that, my heart skipped a beat. Paid? By who? I got very scared as I said a silent prayer, asking God that may it not be my own mother, Mrs Shimmer de Milo, who had drugged my Anisha. I knew she hated Anisha, but would she go to the extent of drugging her? I decided to keep my doubts and give my mother the benefit of the doubt.
"Who brought you here?" I asked Anisha.
Instead of answering, Anisha pulled me in for another kiss, but I dodged her kisses and carried her to the bathroom. She was shaking uncontrollably. I opened the cold shower and made her stand in the running water. When I wanted to let her go, she clung to me with great strength, her nails digging into the back of my shoulders, even through my shirt. Left with no option, I emptied my pockets and stood in the same shower with her.
"Joey is on his way. He's bringing an antidote", Pete told me. I simply nodded my head and looked down at Anisha whose temperature was beginning to slightly decrease.
She firmly pushed her body against mine and whispered, "Dylan, Dylan please hug me". I hugged her tightly as the bathtub continued to fill.
"Who brought you to this suite?" I asked again. "Anisha! Anisha!" she remained silent, save for some soft mourns that escaped her mouth here and there.
"The cold water should help you", I assured her but still I was holding her in my arms.
"Ask this good-for-nothing thing!" Pete said while shaking Logan. "Who brought her here? Who paid you to do this! What did you use to drug her? Talk!!"
"I…I'm…I'm sorry I cannot talk!" Logan sounded as if he was about to cry.
"You want to talk in front of the cops?" Pete hissed at him.
"No no please, doctor Rockridge! Let's not involve the cops!" he begged.
"Then start talking!"
The man made as if he was going to kneel down in his pleadings, but Pete kept his firm hold on him.
"Talk!" he said right into Logan's face and Logan screamed out,
"Doctor Rockridge, if I am to talk, I will need leverage! The people involved in this are too big, and they can afford good lawyers to get out of it! What about me? I can't go down alone, doc! Promise me that I will be covered."
"I can't promise you anything, and I am not going to make any negotiations with you. Calling the police is the only option we have now." Pete refused to bargain.
"Please, doctor Pete Rockridge, with all my heart I beg you. Please don't call anyone."
"Who sent you? What did you do to the lady? You drugged her, didn't you?"
"I….I…I was against the idea but I was forced. They spiked her drink. Her sprite; it was drugged. But it wasn't me." Logan began to stammer and come up with all sorts of stories.
"Stop talking all that nonsense! First you said you were paid to do this; and now you're talking about being forced? And why on earth are you in the waiter uniform? Aren't you a cleaner at the hospital?" Pete's anger was soaring with every word he spoke.
"I am a cleaner. I took the waiter job just for extra cash." Logan said, evidently very much shaken.
"Who hired you? Should I call Iris now to confirm what you've just said?"
"No, no please don't call her!" he pleaded.
"OK; you've wasted enough of my time, Logan. You won't tell me who hired you to do this, so I am now calling the police. I will…"
"Raelynn! Raelynn brought us to this room! She instructed me to drug and rape her. But trust me, I wasn't going to touch her. I am not a rapist. I am innocent; I swear. It was all Raelynn's doings!"