Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir

The Wrong Person?

Chapter 5

~ Dylan ~

I twirled my hand, relentlessly trying to loosen the tight knot on it. It was as if with every attempt I made to free myself, the rope tightened. After several attempts, I was able to succeed but not without getting a huge red mark around my wrists. I reached for the blindfold, yanked it off my sight. My aching palm soothingly rubbed my throbbing eyes, relieving them slightly of the after effect impact of the blindfold. Blurry, black lines swam before me till I was able to adjust my eyes to the dim lighted room. I frantically attempted to undo the twine that tied my ankles to the metallic chair which came off a bit easier than I expected. 

As soon as I was free, I opted for the door and scurried out of the room, I winced fearfully when Darkness welcomed me again…

'Where's this place? Where did they bring me?' I muttered to myself. Straining my eyes in the darkness, endeavoring to find an opening, something that'll assure me there's a way out of here. 

I followed my instinct, weakly took careful strides to my left. It was like a tunnel with no ending. Afraid I'd get myself into more trouble, I turned back, heading back to the room I was kept. Still trying to keep myself up, I mistakenly stumbled over something and fell face flat on the cold floor. My body reacted aggressively to it and the ache intensified crazily. My eyes watered. I was scared.. I don't want to die here.. not like this.

I scrambled to my feet, weakly hit the ground again. I held the walls for support, tried to stand again when my hands gave me away. My lips quirked up into a bitter sweet smile when I stared at the supposed wall. It was an entrance made with plank. A ladder that led to the down part rested on the entry point. Summoning the little strength I had left, I mounted it. Careful enough not to slip again. My insides jumped in exhilaration when I made it down. 

It was easy to make my way outside.. An officer was the first to notice me. He supported me firmly, helped me into one of the vehicles.

'Sir, are you okay?' he enquired, tilting my face to the side for a reason unknown to me.

'Really?? Are you asking that? Can't you see for yourself that he's half dead?!' a stern voice shot back.

My cracked lips slightly parted. 'Water. I need water' I wanted to say but it came off as an anguish cry.

Unable to take it anymore, I gave in again, praying silently that this be the end of my bloody ordeal.

~~~Hours Later~~

'He's a victim. We found him in the house where the intern directed us.'

'Did you find any other person in the house? Or item we can use as an evidence?' Officer two asked.

'We found nothing, sir.. The house however is a long abandoned house.. it has no owner' the first officer replied.

'The intern nurse, where is she?'

'In the waiting room, sir'

'Question her. I trust she'll have some vital information with her' 

Overwhelmed by the need to get some liquid down my throat, I sat up, ran my tongue over my dry lips.

'Water.. I need water, please' I quietly said to the officer who was beside me. 

He excused himself and came back in a jiffy, handing me a bottle of water. I gulped it down greedily till there was nothing left.

'How do you feel now, Mr Dylan?'

'I just wanna go home'. I replied in a small voice, emotionally and psychologically exhausted from the events of the past twenty four hours in my life.

'Very soon. The doctor says you'll need three to four days to recover. You got the bruises, stitches from the accident and all. I'll advise you to wait a little bit more.. Also, if you don't mind, I'll like to ask few questions abo…'

'I do mind. I don't want to be asked. I need my space. Please'.

He raised his hands in surrender, placed his note pad and pen back into his pouch bag. 'Fine. I'll leave you but I have to tell you. Don't forget to appreciate Miss. Tiffany for saving your life. The doctor was actually bribed to shut up.'

My heart sank. 'What?'

'She followed your abductors and called us to rescue you. Infact, she put her job on the line to save your ass. Be thankful to her' He added and left the room without a backward glance.

This was starting to make sense to me. They paid a lot of money to shut the doctor up because of me, they were willing to give me a huge amount of money to move to a faraway place. Do I pose as a threat to anyone that I'm not aware of?

A slight knock came from the door, momentarily drawing me out of my thoughts. I groaned tiredly. 

The officers aren't just going to give up now till they get some information from me. Right?

The knock came again, louder this time and I ignored. 

The knock came in over and over again, persistent to the core. 

'Leave. I don't want to see anyone' I yelled.

'Mr. Forbes. There's an important issue, please, permit me to come in' 

My nose wrinkled alongside my knitted brows. The strange man from earlier also referred to me as Forbes.

'Come in'

The door swung open and about six men dressed in dark grey suits appeared.

I swallowed hard. Am I about to get abducted again? Are they here to complete what their boss started off? 

'Who are you guys?'

'Mr Forbes, the chairman asked that we get you from here. You'll be transferred to the family hospital where you'll be treated well' one of the replied, his head slightly bowed and his gaze on the floor as he spoke to me.

Chairman? Family hospital? They've got the wrong person..

'I'm sorry to disappoint you. I don't think I'm who you're looking for'.

'You are, sir. Christain Forbes. The son of Chairman Forbes. Please, permit us to bring you away'

I laughed unhysterically. 'He sent you here. Did he not? Well, I'm not so stupid that I'll let you wheel me away so easily. Leave now, or I'll call the police on you'.

'If you do not believe us, you can have the police accompany you, sir. We mean no arm' another pointed out.

I cussed under my breath. These people must be crazy…