The Rise Of Alexander Hugh.

Chapter 3

Alex stormed out of the house he had known for two years now. He had nowhere else to go. He walked for a couple of streets and sat on a street bench to recollect how he would get his life back on track after he lost everything. He looked through his phone to see if he had anyone he would call but none popped up. 

Just when he thought it was all over, a car stopped and grabbed him. His grabbers turned out to have been sent by Carla and Dawson.

"What is the meaning of this? Who are you, people, who sent you!?" One of the thugs who looked like the leader came up to Alex. 

"Dawson sent us, he gave us the go-ahead to do whatever we wanted with you, asshole," Said the leader sarcastically.

"What more do they want from me? They have already taken everything away!?" Alex yelled furiously at them in an attempt to show he wasn't fazed by them.

Just then a few more thugs came around holding bats in their hands.

"What do you want from me!?" Alex asked again, sounding tough. But they just ignored him.They circled him, preventing him from running.

"This will teach you not to mess with the elites." One of the thugs said as he raised the bat and hit Alex in his head. Alex fell to the ground and that was when he saw Carla smiling at him, a completely different person from the one he fell in love with. He received the beating of his life while Carla just stood and watched with folded arms.

Dawson walked up to Alex smiling wryly, grabbing Alex's hair tightly and raising his face to himself. "This is what you get for raising your filthy hands to hit me. This will teach you not to disrespect men like me". He gestured to the thugs to continue. 

Carla gave Alex one last look and left together with Dawson for the thugs to finish their job. It was at that moment that Alex received the worst beating of his life. They took his body and dumped him in the alley and left him for dead when they were done with him.

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It was early morning, the weather was cloudy. Emma was rushing to get to her workplace so as not to miss her morning shift before the rain started. She decided to take a shortcut through the alley. It wasn't bright enough yet as it was early morning and the weather was dull. She was a bit scared.

"Please, Please, it's just a lonely path. You watch too many serial documentaries, Emma" She muttered to herself and walked at a fast pace. As she was almost close to the street, her eyes caught something.

"Just ignore Emma and pretend it was nothing. This is how people die in movies Emma'' She thought to herself but her curiosity wouldn't let her. She walked up to what she saw and discovered Alex's barely alive body. Emma let out a scream that she jumped without knowing.

"Oh my God, Oh Lord. That's a body. Please be alive, Please be alive." Emma said in a loop. Emma had a compassionate heart and bent closer to check the pulse and found out he still had one. 

Emma quickly dropped her bag, She took her phone to try and call 911 but her hand was held by Alex hardly breathing. Alex could see a figure but was too weak to make out words.

Somehow, she managed to drag Alex's almost lifeless body to the hospital where she worked as a janitor.

"Help me! Please Help me! She yelled out as she got close to the hospital entrance.

"I need your help!" Emma said, gasping for breath. Two security men ran to Emma immediately they saw her, to aid her with Alex's unconscious body. Alex was admitted into the emergency ward and he fell into a coma.

"You have to deposit $3,000 Emma before any major treatment can be carried out. You know this hospital is run by a private body and we need this money to survive considering the fact that we are located in the slums." The doctor said to Emma sternly.

Emma was left wondering where she would get such an amount of money. She worked as a janitor and her six months' penny salary combined won't even cover that. Just when she was pondering on what she had gotten herself into, a car approached her and two gentlemen dressed in the finest suits got down and walked up to her.

"We are here for Sir. Alexander. We have been searching for him for quite some time and we were directed to this hospital from our research." They said to Emma. She was shocked beyond measure and wondered how important the person she had saved was.

It turned out that Alexander was the heir to The Hugh Conglomerates, the wealthiest family in the country. They owned all the luxurious properties in the country. He was transferred to the best hospital for only the elite in the country immediately.

"How long is he going to be in a coma?" Asked Barnabe, one of the gentlemen with a worried look.

"It could be in a few days or a week or even a month. Except for the stab wound and a few broken ribs, most of his wounds are superficial" The doctor had politely told the gentlemen.

"He's awake. Quick get them here!" Alex let out a groan right while the doctor was still speaking.

"Welcome back Sir. Alexander, you had us worried. I'm glad we found you just at the right time." Said the older-looking gentleman. Alex was still trying to recollect his environment and remember what had happened to him.

"Where am I? What happened? How did I get here?" Alex asked these questions trying to remember how he got there straining to lift himself. The nurse who came in supported him by helping him in sitting and resting his back on the pillow.

"Who are you people? And why are you calling me Sir? I'm not a Sir." He asked with curiosity written all over his face. He had never seen these men in his life before. He shifted his gaze from the men to the doctor in a loop.

One of the men rose from his seat and walked closer to Alex. His dress could only be that of someone with wealth.

"I know you don't know us, Sir. Alexander, but my...my name is Barnabe, and the young man over there is Lucas Graham." He introduced himself and pointed to Lucas.

"We were sent by your grand-aunt Eleanor Hugh to bring you home." Alex was stunned at the answer the stranger gave.

"I'm what!? Excuse me. Sir Alexander? Who are you referring to? Asked Alex out of curiosity. He was flabbergasted.

"I am no Sir" He chuckled weakly to himself.

"And what do you mean my grand aunt? I don't have one, I have never had any. "Grandaunt!?"

He said in astonishment.