The car ride feels tense, the weight of uncertainty feels heavy in the air as we drive further away from the city. Adam sits in the back, his silence a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within me. I can't help but worry about Candy's safety, hoping that whatever information Adam provides will lead us to her soon.
Zayn's grip tightens on the steering wheel, his determination written on his face as he navigates the desolate roads, each turn hopefully bringing us closer to the truth.
Adam's smirk sends a shiver down my spine, his nonchalant demeanor unsettling. What is he smiling at?
"What's so amusing?"
I demand, unable to contain the frustration building inside me. His smile widens, a taunting glint in his eyes as he leans back against the seat.
"Oh, just enjoying the ride"
He replies casually, his tone dripping with arrogance. I clench my fists, resisting the urge to lash out at him. This man holds the key to finding Candy, and his smug attitude only fuels my determination to uncover the truth before it's too late.
As the car comes to a stop, I realize this is the moment of truth. My heart pounds with anticipation as Zayn and I exchange a meaningful glance. The sight of Adam in handcuffs brings a mix of relief and apprehension.
I didn't even think to question where Zayn acquired them; I'm simply grateful for the sense of control they provide in this precarious situation. With Adam securely restrained, we're one step closer to solving Candy's disappearance.
"Get these things off me so that I'll open the door."
"No. we're not doing that, give me the keys."
Adam's desperate pleas for freedom fell on deaf ears as I staunchly oppose any notion of releasing him. The urge to protect myself and those I care about overrides any sympathy I might feel for his predicament.
With each passing moment, the tension in the air thickens, and I find myself growing increasingly wary of Adam's intentions. It's clear that he's willing to go to great lengths to evade justice, but I refuse to let him escape accountability for his actions.
"Uncuff him Kat."
Zayn's unexpected request catches me off guard, and I turn to him with a mixture of surprise and concern.
"Are you sure?"
I ask, uncertainty clouding my voice. Despite my reservations, I trust Zayn's judgment implicitly, knowing that he must have a good reason for wanting to release Adam. Yet, the sight of Adam's smug expression gets on my nerves, reminding me of the danger we're in.
As Zayn brandishes the gun, my heart skips a beat, a rush of adrenaline coursing through me. The sudden intensity of the situation sends a chill down my spine, but paradoxically, I feel a sense of reassurance wash over me.
With the weapon in his capable hands, I'd like to believe, I know we're not defenseless against Adam's cunning. Despite the gravity of the moment, I make a mental note to inquire about the firearm later, when the immediate danger has passed. Right now, our focus must be on extracting information from Adam and finding Candy.
My heart lurches at the sight of Candy, battered and restrained, tears streaming down her bruised face. It takes every ounce of self-control to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm me.
With a trembling voice, I call out her name, my anguish and relief mingling in the air. Zayn rushes to her side, his expression a mixture of fury and tenderness as he works to untie her, his hands moving with urgency yet with the utmost care.
Adam's callous disregard for her well-being infuriates me, and I struggle to contain the torrent of anger boiling within me. But amidst the chaos, there's a glimmer of hope—Candy is safe now, and we're here to bring her home.
Zayn punches Adam down and kicks him a couple of times. Under normal circumstances , I'd be feeling sorry for him but looking at my friend , I don't feel anything but hate for him.
"Don't bother coming to work, you are fired."
I say. And I mean this. I'm not about to allow an abuser to work for me.
"Come near her again , I'll come after you and kill you."
Zayn says with a serious voice and I don't know why , I believe him. Zayn's facial expression is visibly chilling and sending shivers down my spine, I'm sure Adam can also feel the heat. Zayn's eyes are burning with a fierce protectiveness.
I stand by his side, my own anger pulsing through me as I gaze down at the man who dared to harm my friend. With a trembling voice, I echo Zayn's sentiments, my tone carrying a steely resolve that surprises even me.
There's no room for forgiveness or mercy—not when it comes to someone who inflicted such pain and terror on someone I love. As Adam cowers on the ground, his bravado shattered by the weight of our words, I feel a surge of empowerment coursing through me.
We may have faced darkness and danger, but we emerged stronger, united in our determination to stand against those who seek to harm my friend.
"We are going to my place ladies, my doctor is already there, he will evaluate Candy if it's okay with you guys."
I glance at Candy seeking approval and she nods with tears streaming down her face , I can't help but squeeze her tighter in my arms , fighting back my own tears.
With a heavy heart, I nod in agreement with Zayn's suggestion. The thought of Candy being hurt is unbearable, and I'll do anything to ensure she receives the care and support she needs. As we make our way to Zayn's place, I hold Candy close, offering whatever comfort I can amidst the turmoil.
The tears staining her cheeks serve as a painful reminder of the trauma she's endured, but I'm determined to be there for her every step of the way. With each passing moment, my gratitude for Zayn's unwavering support grows, his presence a source of strength in the face of adversity.
We are at Zayn's place. I can never get used to the beauty of this apartment. The doctor assures us that Candy will be okay with some rest and time. He prescribes some medication and advises her to avoid stress for a while.
Candy nods, her eyes still filled with tears but now with a glimmer of hope. I thank the doctor profusely for his help, feeling a wave of relief wash over me knowing that Candy is safe and receiving proper care.
"Thank you, doctor."
I say with gratitude, my voice shaking slightly with emotion. Candy reaches out and squeezes my hand, offering me a weak but reassuring smile.
"You're welcome."
The doctor replies kindly, his tone gentle and understanding.
"Just make sure she gets plenty of rest and takes her medication as prescribed. She'll need some time to recover from this ordeal."
Candy nods, her eyes still filled with tears, but now with a glimmer of hope.
"Thank you so much."
She murmurs softly, her voice trembling with emotion.
The doctor exits with his working gear. Zayn knocks quietly and I motion for him to come on in.
"It's going to be okay Ladies."
He reassures us, his voice calm and steady. Candy nods, wiping away her tears.
"Thank you both."
She whispers, her voice still trembling.
"I don't know what I would have done without you."
Zayn squeezes our hands gently.
"We're in this together, Candy. You're not alone."
The atmosphere in the room is one of solidarity and support, each of us finding strength in the presence of the others. I'm so happy my best friend has been found. I'm even more impressed by the fact that we found her because of Zayn. My man is God sent.
"Did he say anything else about why he did this?"
I inquire gently, my concern for Candy evident in my voice.
She sighs, her gaze fixed on a distant point.
"He was furious when I mentioned therapy."
She admits, her voice wavering slightly.
"He said he didn't need any help and that I was the one with the problem. To him , it didn't sit well that I was suggesting that. He felt like I'm saying he was crazy."
I reach out and squeeze her hand reassuringly.
"You did nothing wrong, Candy."
I assure her firmly.
"You were just looking out for yourself. He's ungrateful. You were thinking of ways to save y'all relationship. He is the one who should be ashamed of himself , and yes , he's crazy!"
Tears well up in her eyes once more as she nods, and we are laughing. The weight of the ordeal is still heavy on her shoulders.
"I just wanted to help him. I love him Kat."
She whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.
"We'll get through this together, I hope he will work on himself Candy, right now , he doesn't deserve you."
"I know."
She says in between hiccups
"You're safe now my love. You don't have to come to work till you feel better. And please come stay with me for a while , the twins have been asking for you a lot."
"Mhm I will not decline that offer, you don't even have to say it twice."
We are back at being crazy now aren't we? Oh God! I can't wait to see my kids.