A Thrash becomes tyrant

Mixed Feelings

Just when you are down things began to work in your favour. For a moment, I could not believe what he just called me.

No one has ever referred to me with a title.

I was used to being called name. Names that never really mattered. Names that I was being branded with.

The title ' Young Master' felt foreign.

The gate keeper looked at me again and back at the man in suit.

" You must be mistaken, Sir. The man here is..." he stuttered.

" The man here is the lost son of Mac Donald." he said with a smile.

" Mac Donald? But that is..." the gate keeper looked at me and back at the man.

I was still dazed. I could barely believe what the doctor was saying.

I looked back at the family that had ridiculed me. At the house that has thrown me out without a second thought.

" Please, your family is waiting." the doctor said.

I was led into the black silk limousine. As the car roared into life, I looked back with anger.

Linda and her family were going to suffer every sting, every ounce of shame I had suffered all this years.

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The estate sprawled right in front of me. The flowers were neatly trimmed into perfect curves and lines.

The iron gates creaked open without a word being spoken, and the limousine glided into the big compound.

My fingers clenched against the leather seat. This place didn’t feel real. It felt like one of those dreams you wake up from.

I shut my eyes and for a moment, it all felt like a dream.

Yet the scent of polished wood and faint lavender told me this wasn’t what I had imagine.

All of this was real.

The car slowed to a stop beneath an arched entrance supported by marble pillars.

Servants in matching uniforms lined up on both sides, heads bowed. The door opened, and before I could gather my thoughts, a man with silver-streaked hair stepped forward and lowered himself into a deep bow.

“Welcome home, Young Master.”

The words felt more real this time.

As I was wheeled out of my chair, I felt life was starting I feel more meaningful.

The servants smiled, each of them whispering.

" He looks like the old man."

" He ain't a bastard."

" He is so fine."

The words were pleasing but im actual truth, I was scared. I had never had any one called me family.

The man with silver hair walked ahead of me and immediately he got to the door, he looked at me, " He is waiting, Mr Dan. Trust me, you are in safe hands."

I gulped down the thick saliva at the back of my throat and nodded.

I have alot of questions that I wanted to ask but maybe they could all wait.

I was greeted by men in black suit the moment I walked in. They all bowed immediately like they had been ordered to do so.

As I wheeled myself through their midst, I couldn't help it but look at the picture of a man with grey beards.

His eyes was fixed on me like he was in flesh and blood.

" Come right this way." the man said again.

I followed without much of a word. I was in no position to say a word actually.

We kept walking until we reach a tall black mahogany door. It was designed with a sigil.

More like a family crest.

" He is waiting." he said again with his hands stretched, a bow of his head.

I let out a long sigh and wheeled towards the door to meet this strange man that was supposed to be my father.

" He is waiting, Mr Dan." the silver hair man said again, this time with a smile on his face.

I placed my hand on the gold metallic handle that was supposed to be the knob and I felt a cold shiver rundown my spine.

The air was heavy with unspoken words the moment I wheeled myself in.

I had lots of questions.

I had believed myself to be an orphan since I started to crawl on all four.

No father. No mother.

I was all alone by myself. But everything seems to change the moment I lost my spine.

My gaze slowly went from my feet towards the white bearded man who sat behind a big large glassy table.

Behind him was a tall walk of books that I can't help but wonder how long time it was going to take him to read every single one of them.

" One thousand eight hundred and sixty five days." he said without looking up.

" What?" I asked with my brows arched.

" It took me tha time to read half of it. I don't think I a ever going to be able to finish it before my death." he said and looked up.

The moment out eyes met, my jaws dropped.

It was the man I had saved. The same man the doctor told me he didn't make it.

I felt all of this was a drama.

" Is this the part where you tell me this is a joke?" I asked with anger. My hands clenched my wheel like it was going to break under my harsh clutch.

" What are you talking about son?" the man asked getting out of his chair.

He didn't seem bothered. Maybe his arrogance came with being rich.

" Where are the camera's?" I asked again

" No camera's Daniel but what I can tell you is that your life is going to change drastically." he said walking closer

" If you are indeed my son then the moment the world finds out, you are going to be hunted but yet powerful. You are going to be so rich you would think all of this is a dream but first you need to pass the test." he said again

" Test? What test?" I asked staring at him

The door opened and I saw the strange doctor walked in with a tray in his hand.

Inside it was a syringe lying carefully in it.

" Shall we begin, Mr Dan." he said smiling.