(Not) Mistake
Chapter 44: Inner Bonds

POV Olvee

Olvee had already run quite far from his home. He was now walking barefoot by the side of the road, just like an insane person. It caused many eyes to look at him with strange and pitying gazes. Some whispered to the friend beside her, talking about her. Some others seemed hesitant to try to help Olvee, just give him some footwear.

Olvee didn't think too much about those people. What he thought was that the road to Zara's restaurant turned out to be quite far from his expectations if taken on foot. The cars passed by, not caring about him who several times waved his hand to ask for a ride. Either they are scared or they don't care. Wanting to ride in public transportation, Olvee was completely unthinkable from his home so he did not bring any money at all. Even cell phones due to fear of location will be tracked.

Although the food that he had eaten this afternoon was quite a lot, fatigue finally inevitably approached Olvee. Especially the soles of his feet that began to feel hot, achy, as well as sore because of stepping on the asphalt without any pedestal. Not to mention since he had walked in the hot sun making his throat completely dry. Looking at the empty bus stop, Olvee walked over and sat down on the empty seat.

He rubbed his legs while massaging his calves, hoping that his pagans would diminish. He looked to the right and left of the same road filled by various vehicles. The heat has been reduced enough, estimating if the day may have been getting late.

Olvee sighed tiredly and leaned his head while enjoying the breeze of the wind that hit his soft body. Intend to rest longer and continue the journey when the sun really does not heat up the streets. However, because of the wind that caressed his body as well as a place that was comfortable enough to make Olvee's eyes fatten. The drowsiness that really came to attack him was no longer able to hold Olvee.

When he opened his eyes, Olvee looked around. It was still the last place he saw before his consciousness was gone. He was grateful that his parents had not yet found him. Olvee decided to stand up and continue on his way, seeing that the sky was already dark. Some time has shown what time, even so the road still looks crowded by vehicles.

“What is still so far away? I think this is the right way to Zara's restaurant,” muttered Olvee who was starting to feel exhausted again.

Olvee follows the highway which is increasingly rare and lonely passed by vehicles. Either the day is getting night so people are becoming less and less. That quite lonely atmosphere made Olvee a little intimidated in fear. Especially in front of his path, he could see some middle-aged men with their liquor bottles gathered on the side of the road he was about to cross. Olvee noticed those who seemed to have become less aware.

Olvee, who had intended to cross for his safety, thought too positively that it would not harm him. The drunken men were already unaware of their drink and if Olvee just passed by would not get any significant interference. His overly innocent mind led him to a disaster.

As Olvee walked past them, one of them stood up from his crouching position and confronted Olvee. The smell of alcohol even within this distance, made Olvee close his nose. He immediately ignored her and walked away. However, the man blocked his hand strong enough that Olvee had trouble letting go.

“Please let me go, Mr.” Olvee spoke calmly and kindly, knowing that his words would not be remembered later. I wish he would just let go.

“Please?” he asked the man, laughing, followed by his friends. He could not even stand in balance and look at himself properly.

“Play with us first then we will let you go,” he said again that makes his other friends stand.

From here Olvee started to get scared. He rebelled from the man's grip as hard as he could. Rebelling unsuccessfully, he kicked the man right in his crotch making the man take it off and hold his crotch.

“Please!” olvee shouted as she ran away from them.

However, not far away he ran, the drunk men too quickly pulled his hair so he fell down and was in pain while holding his hair. “Basic damn woman!” it was right in front of Olvee's face.

“Please!” olvee shouted once more unconcerned at her pain and only wished that someone would help her.

“Bring him!” the man's orders that he kicked his crotch.

Olvee rebelled as hard as he could from the two men who dragged him down a smaller, deserted street. “Anyone please!” Olvee still wished that someone would help her even though the streets were getting quieter.

“Please!” Olvee grew louder as she felt her hopes getting thinner.

Olvee grew stronger and rebelled and bit the hands of the two people who were holding him. They screamed in pain and inevitably took Olvee off. On that occasion Olvee again intended to run, but one of the men holding a liquor bottle hit him on the shoulder with a betol he was holding.

Olvee fell while holding his injured shoulder spitting out blood as well as shards of shard stuck there. Tears began to fall down his face from the loss of hope as well as the pain he felt on his shoulder. His lips quivered with tears, unable to scream anymore.

“What you guys-”

“Hei!”

A person who shouted that sounded like it was directed at them, cut off his speech. He turned to the origin of the voice and found a man walking towards a group of men who were about to rape Olvee. Amidst her pain, Olvee tries to see who the man who saved her is.

When one of the men approached the man who was about to save him, the man kicked the man who was bigger than him. Not getting there, he picked up a sprawling bottle of alcohol and smacked it on another man with a plontos head until the bottle broke and matched Olvee's shoulder condition.

The pain in his shoulder became more and more to make his two eyes again feel drowsiness like when his consciousness before being snatched. Olvee slumped on the ground while watching the creeps how the man beat these bastards brutally. He could at least be calm and very grateful because there was someone kind to help him.

Before Olvee had completely lost his consciousness, he felt a rough gust of breath in front of his face. And a firm warm hug hugged his body without hurting his shoulder which became increasingly painful. He could catch a glimpse at the multiple blinks of his eyes, the frantic looking man's face hugging his body.

Dylan hugged Olvee's body which had already half lost its consciousness. His shoulders shed a lot of blood making the hand that had been exposed to blood stains and was about to carry it was not constantly trembling. His heart was pounding with fear that he could not explain.

“Olvee .. survive. Sister will take you.” So does his voice worry so much and call himself brother?

To be continued