Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir

Christain Forbes?

Chapter 4

~ Dylan ~

I woke up feeling an unbearable pain on both sides of my head. My butt cheeks remained on a hard, metallic surface, my hands were tied to the back and a twine knotted my ankles to the arm of the chair. This was more like an abduction.. No… This was an abduction. My eyes darted around the dim room. There were no fans, no bulb, no furnitures either. The paintings on the walls are mostly peeled off. The source of illumination came from outside, sipping in through the only window in the room. It was dirty and smelled like dust. A pile of clothes and documents were scattered across the room. Seems like it's more of a dumping ground.

An excruciating ache shot through the whole of my body, triggering the one I felt in my head. My sight caught small bruises on my elbows and the back of my palm. I groaned helplessly, trying to psychologically soothe myself from the ache.

I glanced around, searching for any instrument that can help cut the binds. I froze at the sound of approaching footsteps, hung my head to fall forward as if I were still asleep. 

The door clicked and made quite a loud noise as it creaked open. As footsteps gradually approached, it was easier for me to find out it wasn't just one person in the room, there were several. I continue to pretend I was asleep. 

'He's still out?!' a strange, masculine surprised voice screeched in displeasure.

'I'm sorry sir. We injected him with an extra dose of sedative when he woke up in the vehicle and tried to fight his way out' she replied, her voice trembling fearfully.

My heart raced. She wasn't a type who gets scared of others easily. Whoever this is must be dangerous enough to draw out her fearful side. I stiffened and continued listening. Moreover, why did she bring a stranger to me. Could it be that she's still not over the idea of selling me to a pimp? Didn't she say her son is healthy now?..

'So, when do you think it'll wear out? I gotta have some talk with the human' the man gritted.

'An hour or two sir'

He grunted. 'I'm lacking patience. I can't wait for that long. Bring in gallons of water. When he gets soaked in cold water, It'll help him awaken quickly' he ordered spitefully.

'Yes sir' two other voices responded, and left the room thereafter.

'So, what do you plan on doing with him?'

'Talk things out if he isn't as stubborn as his father!' the man replied..

'I can assure you. He's an easy pea. He'd obey your words without a second thought'

'He better be. I'll hand him some money to leave the country for another one which must be very far from here.. I don't want to ever see him around! But if he proves obstinacy, I'll have no choice than to…' he trailed off, releasing a big sigh.

My mind reeled. What in the world is happening to me? Who's this man.. Why does he want me gone? And why does he mention my father?.. someone I've never been told about all my years of living. He obviously knows something… something that I don't know.

'Than to what?'... The devil pressed, obviously curious to hear him complete his statement. 

'Than to kill him and feed his corpse to my dogs.' he completed. The hatred in his tone made me flinch inwardly. It's impossible not to note the hate he harbors towards me.

'That wouldn't affect my payment, right?' that was all she could think of. The money she'll get whether I live or die.. 

As confused as I was to all that's happening around me, I felt anger surge within me, towards her. She's a monster.. worse than I imagined.

The instant the men came back in, they aggressively drenched me. I stirred, my action causing them to pause.

Droplets of water made way to the tip of my hair and dropped on the already wet ground. I lazily raised my head to look at the figures before me. I didn't have the opportunity to do so as my vision got shut out by a blind fold.

'Welcome back to the world, Christain Forbes. I'm not gonna waste my time or yours, so, I'll dive into the nitty gritty of why I have you here..' 

'You've got the wrong person. I ain't Christain Forbes' I maintained my voice to sound indifferent. 

'I'll do you the favor of telling you who you are, expose your origin, give you the opportunity to escape now that it's not too late because you've got a whole lot of enemies who wants you dead' he let out a short, mirthless laughter to accompany his statement.

I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat, attentively waited for him to resume his speech..

'I followed up your history. You were thrown in the orphanage at a very young age, adopted by the Charles at five, ran from home at twenty and here your are at twenty four, fighting to make a decent living for yourself. So far I know, life has been so unfair to you and it'll continue to be if you do not heed my advice…' 

An abrupt, intense knock on the wooden door distracted him.

'Who the hell is that?' he thundered, unsatisfied by the interruption.

'They're coming. We have to escape now' Mr. Charles yelled.

'Whay do you mean? Who is coming?' His wife enquired.

'The police. Somebody called the police'. He informed and took to his heels.

She cussed under her breath. 'It's better we leave we can always come back for him' she advised.

It didn't take them long to disappear from the room, leaving me all alone. Drenched, blindfolded and strapped to a chair. I worked my hands, determined to lose the tight knots on it. I have to go out there. I have to be found by the police. I'm afraid things will get ugly for me if they leave here without discovering me.