A/n don't worry the story
Even with the Gregory life ,there was still a few things I failed to learn, like how to survive a rebel atack, because apperently I have no clue. Not that I would want to know, I'm more of a help after the fact type or person.
Everything is so still, it's not a life flashes before your eye's kind of thing. It's a watch life slowly fumble for it's grasp on you. The doors to the room have millions of gun shot holes trapped inside them, but I'm not looking at them anymore, I'm looking at skin!and cloth, and a really well defined collar bone.
"Stop crying." The prince say's to me. He isn't heading to where everyone else was, hedoesn't seem to be able to move that fast, beside the bulge of muscle in his arm, he feels weak. I can't breath through my nose anymore it's filled with disu0gusting snot. Iopen my mouth and start sobbing.
"Sssshhhhh!" My head is in his shoulder, my face resting on that small strip of skin. He hits a button on the wall. And then there is no wall, just a small dark space. Suddenly I feel cold, very, very, cold. I curl into a ball trying to escape inside myself. Things crash and the prince swears.
Let there be light.
"Are you okay?" He asks his hand still clinging on to the light switch. I nod my head and he kneels beside me.
"My great grandfather once told me, that, there were two types of rebels. The ones who killed, and, the ones who just ransacked." He pets my hair gently running his hand to the top of the bun and then bringing it back to my forehead. The same thing over and over again.
"The northerners, and the southerners. I forgot which is which. But I don't like them hurting you." guys. He sits down on the floor now. There is a grunt of discomfort as he does it. I put my head in his lap craving his closeness. Like he is the only thing that can make me feel safe. And suddenly I'm scared again.
"Can the get in here?" I ask as he undoes my hair, until t spills over my face in soft ringlets.
"No." He say's as he pushes my hair away from my eye's. He shifts his body a littl and winces from pain. I sit up, place my hands unknowingly on his chest.
"Ar you okay?" I ask and he nods his head yes but I don't beleve him. I start undoing this top buttons of his jacket, with out his resistance, the top button of his collar on the other hand is completelydiffern story. He end up pulling his shrit off over his head, leaving an undershirt that is soaked with blood.
"Daniel..." He puts his finger on my mouth and points with his other hand towards the first aid kit.
It didn't take long for the gaurds to find us. Prince Daniel had been worse than I had thought, one of his lashes had become infected, and tore open during the rebel attack, no matter how many times I flushed out his wound the blood kept spilling over to where he had passed out. The King did not take to kindly to this.
"How do you expect to repay me for THIS!" The King shouted as he threw me across the room. My shoulder hit the window, which broke beneath my weight. The black dress had torn, and The King seized me up, before he pinned me to the wall. I felt like projectile vomiting against his face, his palace, and his life. To damage a little bit of his big life.
"My son won't mind." The King's gravely voice washed over my ears and froze my heart. Camille walked passed the door, she didn't stop until, The King had knocked over a lamp. I could hear her heels walking backwards, u ntill her green eyed golden face closed the door as she winked at me.
And then I lost it.
All of it.
Not what you're probably thinking, gross! Because suddenly I wasn't frozen, my knee came up between The Kings legs, he gasped and then collapsed to the floor. I started to walk away, but the king grabbed hold of the lace trim of my dress.
"Stop." I kicked at his arm but it didn't budge.
"That is a command." I kicked his arm again, but he began to stand. I lifted the flower vase from the bedside table, and brought it down on his head as I heard the door squeak open.
"Tess..." The Prince was standing in the door way, his face an Ashley pale. I felt like running, I felt like screaming, I felt like escaping into some unknown fictional world.
"I...I..I.." I mumbled but he looked from the floor to me to the broken flower vase that's glass was cutting into my pooling around my ankles, and dripping from my fingers to my toes.
"Get out of here." He said his eyes screaming bloody murder.
"Get out!" He shouted. I started crying.
"GET OUT!"
A/n (continued) : will not end...
yet.
