The Perfect Secret: Whistleblower (Complete)

Chapter Twenty-Six

I've been waiting for Roach, for some time now, to come back with keys to uncuff me from the bed rail. Come to think of it, he has been gone for quite some time. I've even fallen asleep more than once within the passed 15 minutes.

"I have to go take care of some business first, okay?" he said to me before he left.

I was desperate to escape this hospital in hopes to catch up with the others before they reached Taehyung's house. Who knows what they were planning to do to him? I doubt even Jimin knows what he wants to do with him. It was still pretty shocking to me how quickly and how easily Jimin grew to hate Taehyung for a forgivable mistake. Sighing and groaning like a bored child, I began looking around for something to pick the lock of the handcuffs. Unfortunately, it seemed that Jimin had moved every object that, was once near me, out of reach.

I felt the aching sense of helplessness.

"Ready for another shot?" My assigned nurse asked.

I didn't even hear her walk inside of the room. Not even he squeak from the door hinges were heard.

"Uh, well," I lied, "I feel great, actually. I don't think I will need another dose."

She chuckled, "Nonsense. You will be in a terrible amount of pain, once the first dosage wears off in a few moments. Trust me, you don't want that, sweetie."

I wasn't in the mood to argue so, I let her drug me up one last time.

"Alrighty. That's all done. Now, you should get some rest. This medicine is pretty strong for someone like you. It'll knock you out soon," the nurse advised.

Walking back out of the room, with the small bottle of clear medicine, the nurse switched off the lights on her way out.

"Where the hell is Roach?" I sighed sharply, "What business did he have to take care of anyway?"

Being left alone in this cold, boring and quiet hospital room was slowly driving me insane. I couldn't call anyone, I couldn't escape on my own...I was stuck. The heart monitor grew to annoy me with it's constant beeping. Other than the heart monitor, I could hear the dripping of water from the sink faucet to my left.

"Ugh!" I exclaimed.

Trapped, I just laid there while staring at each line that separated that titles in the ceiling. I've always avoided reflecting on the new life that I had adapted to, until now. What better time to remember all of the moments that I could have left Namjoon's gang to handle Infamous without me? I remember, as clear as a bright blue sky, the moment I decided to change my life because I was so enraged.

"We need to send them a message then," Jimin said in a serious tone, "This has to stop."

I remained quiet as I thought about a plan.

"What can we possibly do to stop this? We don't know how many friends Jiyong actually has, at my school or yours," Hoseok sniffled.

"I have an idea!" I shouted, "We can gather all of Jiyong's enemies; Jackson, Mark, Woo Ji-ho, Kai and whoever else we can find. We can locate where that guy lives or his favorite places to hangout at, snatch him up, do whatever to him and send him back with a message."

Hoseok nodded with excitement, "I can get Namjoon to find out where this guy goes everyday, after school. OH! We can torture him! We can torture him at my dad's job."

"Where does your dad work?" Jimin asked.

I answered for Hoseok, "His dad works in a warehouse. It's perfect actually."