Chapter 2

The trailer that had hit us lingered for a few more minutes and I chanted, 'Help us' in my head for as long as I knew I could stay awake. But help never came.

My last hope was dashed when the trailer retreated and drove past us on the road. I traced the brown trailer with my eyes until it was completely out of view. That was when I realized what the world was about. Cold and distrustful. The man in the trailer didn't even make an attempt to help. He just treated it like we didn't exist.

After the trailer zoomed off, my eyes started to tingle due to the blood that was trickling over my eyelids.

I looked at my father and with shaky hands, I reached for him. When my right hand finally stopped on his neck, I froze, taken aback by how his movements were… stale. Almost non-existent.

"Pa," my hands moved over his chest and stopped on his left wrist. As I squeezed it, my stomach dropped. I didn't need a doctor to tell me what had happened, being a med student myself, one of the basic things to learn was a patient's temperature. And my father's had dropped beneath the acceptable amount for a breathing human.

He was dead.

I released his hand and crawled out of the car only to lean against the wall not far from the broken vehicle. I hadn't gone far but at least I was out in the open, for one to see. Maybe I would live.

I didn't know how long I sat there but I did know, I was dying.

My sight was growing hazy and I was beginning to lose feeling in my arms and my legs. My breathing was slowing down and my will was seeping out of me.

Tears trickled down my cheeks as my entire life flashed through my glossy eyes.

"Failure! You'll never amount to anything like your dad. The only reason you're here is because of your dad's name!"

"Med school is not for a loser like you!"

I'd always been bullied by others because of my father's status. No one believed I could be as good as him because I had a timid disposition. But even though, I tried my best. I always tried my best.

"Mason? Have you eaten the leftover pizza in the fridge?" 

My hand twitched as I remembered the soft lovely voice of my mother… Her regal face whenever her face brightened up in joy.

'Mother,' I said to myself. 'Sorry to disappoint you but… I think I'm gonna die."

Like that, darkness consumed me.

One… two… three

Bright light shone on my face for some time which made my eyes flicker open.

I unconsciously brought a hand up to block most of the light shining directly on my face which made me realize that the lights were coming from a car.

"Help!" My voice came out a whisper but I decided to not give up just yet.

My mother needed me to cure her illness, she needed me to lean on for my father's funeral. She needed me to run her errands for her, and calculate her finances so her business could be balanced. She needed me, because I was her son.

"Help!" I cried, forcing my voice to be a bit louder.

The car moved, and I almost gave up, but when I saw that it merely moved to the side to give room for other cars on the road to pass, a bit of relief seeped through me.

The car's headlights were minimized which made me sigh and drop my hand.

The door to the driver's seat opened and a man stepped out. I could vaguely see his white trousers and black jacket. He was wearing a clear pair of glasses and his hair was slicked back. He looked like some sort of professional person.

His eyes skimmed through me for a few seconds before he turned away.

"Please help me sir!" I said before he was completely gone.

Thankfully, he didn't leave. He was only talking to someone else seated in the passenger section of the car.

My heart raced in my chest.

"Help, please." At this moment, there was nothing more I could do than persevere through the pain and hope for the best.

A fair woman in a pair of stiletto high heels stepped out of the passenger seat. She was wearing a white flowy dress that stopped on her lower hip, and a pair of dark sunglasses that covered her eyes.

She walked to me at a shrouded, majestic pace that reminded me of wealth. 

There was no doubt she came from a wealthy family.

The white Versace dress and purse she was wearing reflected that.

"Please help me, ma'am," I said as she removed her sunglasses to look at me properly.

Right now, an opportunity was put in front of me. If I played my cards right, I may just be able to survive.

"Miss you should go back to the car and—"

"—You're here, what is there to fear?" She questioned the man with her, with a scoff.

I reckoned he was her bodyguard of the sorts because he bowed his neck towards her. Anyway, it was quite clear that she owned the power here and I was going to use that to my advantage.

"Ma'am I—"

Before I could complete my statement, she was directly in front of me with the bottom of her heel pressing against a cut on my chest.

A gasp escaped from my lips as blood started seeping out of the cut. I looked up at the woman who had a devilish smirk across her pretty face as she watched me wince in pain.

"Miss, what are you doing? This man seems to already be in pain… If you do anything else, he could die."

"Exactly, Lou. A brat like this shouldn't be allowed to live. The entire country hates him anyway, killing him would be seeking justice for the victims."

"Miss, this man, is he…"

"Yes, Lou." She replied with a dark gaze, "He's Thomas Landon's son, Mason Landon."