CHAPTER SIX (ABDUCTED)

Bryan descended the elevator and he pulled the drunk girl into a lowly hallway. The deserted hallway looked elegant - the huge chandeliers illuminated it - leaving several spatters of light on the floor. Each side of the hallway had several doors - and Bryan had to find a room with the "Room 752" inscription.

"....m..my head is hurting" the drunk girl muttered.

Bryan could feel the pain and discomfort oozing from her tone.

Bryan quickened his steps. Every step Bryan and the drunk girl took reverberated loudly. They walked past a few rooms until Bryan halted their steps in front of a room dubbed "752"

A sigh of comfort glided off the corner of Bryan's lips. They swiped the card on the door lock and it unlocked. He twisted the knob and pushed the door. The sight of a huge bed - festooned with a white duvet welcomed Bryan's sight. That was the first time he'd be in a five-star hotel. Bryan swirled his eyes all over the exotic room, sweeping off its aura in a single gaze.

He shoved the door forward, so he'd help the drunk girl get in without hurting her head. "...careful" he muttered - guiding her into the room.

She passed out immediately after they got in and Bryan had to support her with his arm.

"Oh!" Bryan exclaimed. He carried her off the floor and placed her on the bed.

The drunk girl laid back down - eyes shut beneath her alluring eyelids. Ever since the accident, Bryan was getting to have a clear look at her. All he had initially was a hazy image of her in his head.

She's bedecked with a pair of spherical lips that are trimmed seamlessly to her pointed nose. Bryan could already guess the color of her eyes, pertinent to how amazingly round her face was. She's endowed, and for a few moments, Bryan couldn't get his eyes off her belly button. She has the body of a model, the kind of model a cosmetic firm would break a bank for.

Bryan took a step backward - forcing himself to take his eyes off the supermodel lying in his hotel room - even though he didn't even know her name.

It dawned on Bryan that he needed a change of clothes out of the bloodstained 'delivery boy' uniform he'd been wearing all day. His eyes set on the bathroom door and he walked towards it. He placed his hand on the knob when the sound of a knock stopped him. Bryan squinted his eyes for a split second. He wasn't expecting anyone, neither did he order anything. The fact that someone was knocking on his door a few minutes after he checked in, with a drunk lady made his nostrils quake nervously.

He glanced at the girl lying on his bed, and the knock persisted. He walked towards the door. Bryan opened the door, and the sight in front of him led out all the pressure he'd been repressing since he heard the knock.

Bryan was pushed back into the room. He bulged to the violent push and landed on the bed - close to the drunk girl.

Two men - walked into the room. Then another followed them. At this point, Bryan was too stunned to say a word. He rubbed his hands faintly on the bedspread as he tried to sit properly.

Bryan summoned the vigor to finally process what was going on. Then he noticed the two men who walked in had guns in their hands. He needed no one to tell him they were policemen. Maybe ready to get him arrested.

"That's him I guess," the third man, who walked in with the policemen said.

Bryan tried to stand on his feet but he was pushed back to the bed. "....what's going on here ?" Bryan muttered, peeking incessantly at the faces of the three men.

One of the policemen pulled out his ID and held it up "I'm Officer Nate..... And you we have a warrant to arrest you* the officer said.

Bryan's eyeballs widened like they'd fall off. The officer's words subjected him to a long frail of disarray. He tried to speak, but all that was heard was muffled words.

"....why...what...."

"For the kidnap of Miss Olivia," Officer Nate said, clutching his gun.

"What!" Bryan exclaimed, a frown gripping the corner of his face. He peered at them - unable to make sense out of the whole situation. The officers had the wrong person. "I'm lost officer, I don't know who you're talking about" Bryan defended.

Officer Nate scoffed. He grabbed Bryan by the collar and pulled him up. "That's Olivia lying behind you" Officer Nate announced pointing to the conked-out lady on the bed.

Bryan's eyebrows wrinkled, not just out of shock, but as he got to know the name of the girl he's been helping most awkwardly. And if the tides are right, his act of kindness was about to sway him into a deep mess.

Officer Nate signaled his partner to examine the lady - lying on the bed. Nate's partner walked towards the bed. He placed two fingers on Olivia's chest and when it felt like he caught a pulse, he took his hands off her chest. "She's asleep. But I think she's drunk, injured, and drugged" Nate's partner announced.

"Obviously," the man standing behind Officer Nate said. "He must have tortured and drugged her" he added, shooting Bryan a fatal glare.

Bryan smirked sadly "I don't understand what's going on here. I didn't kidnap anyone, I was only trying to h....."

"Just shut up" the man in suit interrupted. "Officer, I called you, immediately my receptionist reported that he checked in with an injured and drunk lady. I checked through our security system, and I confirmed that his clothes were damped with blood. He kidnaped her and was using the delivery boy uniform as a camouflage" the man said.

At this point, Bryan began to connect the dots. The man was the manager of the hotel. And the receptionist didn't just look at him in awe when she thought he could afford a room in the hotel, she had a plan., She reported him to her boss and the dude invited the police. For a split second, Bryan regretted rescuing Olivia out of that accident scene, because he was going to pay for a crime he didn't commit.

"She's been missing for forty-eight hours," Officer Nate said, locking eyes with the manager. "You're under arrest Mr. Bryan," he said turning his gaze to Bryan.

Before Bryan could utter a word, his hands had been cuffed and he'd been shoved out of the hotel room.