85 Don't touch me

Warning: Hints of Sexual Abuse and Self harm

We barged open the door to see a wide corridor-like area turning at the corner with only a wardrobe, table, and a chair. The chair was occupied by a blonde lady who was busy with her cell phone. She immediately stood upon seeing us. Her eyes looked like they were about to fall off. I instantly recognized her as Amanda. The three cops quickly ran and caught hold of her while Fred and I ran past them to the corner.

It opened into a wide hall-like area which was surprisingly empty. It has only a huge king-size bed, a table with some documents, a water jug, a glass, and an armchair placed at the end of the bed. Fred and I stopped in our tracks, horror-struck. The scene that greeted us hit like a thunderbolt.

Tony was on his stomach, naked at the bottom with hips raised and his shirt half-open. His head was buried in the bed, and one of his hands we could see was clutching onto the bedsheet tightly. Behind him, Mr. Olsen, shirtless, on his knees, his hands on both sides of Tony's waist and his erect p***s pointed right at Tony's buttocks!

Mr. Olsen looked quite taken aback on seeing us. He was so stunned that he remained to stare at us while we stared at the horrible and shameful sight, dumbstruck. I balled my fist as the anger in the pit of my stomach started boiling up like a vicious snake. I didn't waste any more time and ran straight at him. Without a second thought, I landed my balled fist on his cheek. Mr. Olsen fell on his back on the bed, holding his cheek. I felt Fred come up right after me and pull Mr. Olsen from the bed, holding him in a neck lock. Two other cops who accompanied us came running into the hall and seeing Fred almost choking Mr. Olsen, tried to pull him out of his hold. Fred didn't look like he wanted to let go, and unfortunately, for the cops, in front of Fred's bear-like stature, they were both falling short. I heard Fred yell in utter fury,

"Leave me. I am going to kill this a**hole. This bastard doesn't deserve to live. You sc*mbag!" he held Mr. Olsen even more tightly, making him gargle, his spit flying out of his mouth and his eyes rolling.

"Mr. D'Souza, you're strangling him. Let him go!! Leave him! Mr. D'Souza....you will be charged with an attempt to murder if you don't leave him," the cops screamed at Fred, trying to get Mr. Olsen out of his hold.

As the cops and Fred struggled with Mr. Olsen, I took off my overlong coat and covered Tony. I turned him around but was immediately horrified to find Tony biting onto his fist so hard that blood was flowing down his hand. His face was covered in sweat and tears. His eyes shut tightly, and he didn't even look like he was aware of his surroundings. I turned him around and tried to pry his fist out of his biting mouth, but he just wouldn't let go. I pulled his hand out, speaking urgently,

"Tony, Tony...It is me! It's Robbie. Leave your hand. You're hurting yourself. Stop it...Open your mouth...TONY!!" I almost screamed at him.

He is on the verge of fainting. My heart is about to explode from fear. He must have bit onto his hands to keep himself from losing his head. I shook him vigorously, but he still did not respond. Scared, I looked around the room to see if there was anything that could help me wake him up and found the water jug. I carefully put him onto the bed, went past the still struggling cops and Fred, and took the water jug. I ran back and poured water on Tony's pale dead looking face. This made him respond. His eyelids flickered. I quickly placed the jug on the floor and put one of my arms around his shoulder, pulling him up to my chest and gently patting his cheek. Tony's brows creased, his eyes blinked, and finally, he opened his mouth, letting go of his hand.

I immediately put his hand away and shook him. Tony slowly opened his eyes; he blinked a few times before he fully opened them. I sighed in relief and hugged him. I didn't know what I would have done if anything happened to him. He was crying when I pulled back, so I gently wiped his tears off, smiling at him,

"Don't worry. We are here. You will be fine now," I said, reassuringly.

"T-Tw-Twen," Tony stuttered.

"He is fine. He is with mum and Sam, don't worry," I said, giving him a forehead kiss.

"D-do-don't t-t-touch me," more tears leaked out of his eyes as he stammered.

I was stumped. I looked at him with wide fearful eyes. I moved his hair away from his face as I apologized in a shaking voice,

"I am so sorry that I am late. I am really sorry! You can hate me all you-"

"I-I don't h-hate you," Tony muttered with difficulty, "B-but I-I am," he said as a stream of tears roll down and he closed his eyes, "I-I am d-dirty."

For a few seconds, I didn't comprehend what he said, but then it suddenly struck me,

"What nonsense, Tony! You are not dirty," I said, gently caressing his face.

"I am n-not worthy of-of you," Tony stammered.

I am dumbfounded. What is Tony saying? Why is he even thinking like that? Worthy of me? If anything, I am not worthy of him! It is because of me that he is in this state. He would not have faced all of this if I hadn't entered his life!!

Cough...Ha hahaha...cough...hahaha

I heard a coughing laugh beside me. It's Olsen, held by the two cops and hands in cuffs. Finally, the cops got Fred's hold off of Mr. Olsen, though Fred is still standing with his hands across his chest, shooting murderous glances at him. Mr. Olsen looked at me, his eyes shining with glee and wickedness,

"I seem to have smeared your favorite toy," he sneered as he continued to cough and laugh.

"You better shut your mouth if you don't want to lose your teeth!" I growled, glaring at him.

"Breaking my teeth won't change the fac-" Mr. Olsen couldn't complete before Fred grabbed hold of his jaw.

"What are you guys waiting for, Christmas? Take this bloody b*stard out!" Fred roared at the cops, who grimaced at Fred's commanding tone but quietly did as told.

I looked at Tony, who looked broken and his lips pressed tight in a straight line. His face turned away from me, and his eyes shut. As I saw him in this state, my stomach twisted painfully. I looked at Fred, who too was looking at Tony sadly. I requested him,

"Can you please leave us alone for a minute?"

Fred looked at me, his eyes showing despair, but he nodded and quietly walked out. I looked back at Tony, who was not meeting my eyes,

"Tony, look at me!" I said.

He refused to look. I put my hand over his face gently and made him turn towards me. I bent near his face and requested, "Please."

He opened his eyes, tears beaming on the surface. I looked straight in his eye and said affectionately,

"You are not dirty. You are and will always be the most beautiful person I have known and had the fortune of loving!"

"I a-and that ma-man-" Tony stuttered through his tears.

"If having sex with another man makes you dirty, then I am a hundred times dirtier than you are. I slept with almost my entire college and that too willingly, unlike here, where that filthy bastard forced you," I said, interrupting him.

I saw Tony's nose and cheeks turning red as he held my arm with his bleeding hand. His tears formed tracks on his cheek. He looked at me, lips trembling, and said as his voice broke,

"Y-you made me w-wait too long."