Scrape Away

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"Mommy," Prince Charming wept in front of his mirror. The mirror held a picture of his mother and some other pictures on it. Prince Charming looked at the picture with tears forming in his eyes. "How do I make him love me? I mean, I am his father." A tear streaked down his cheek; he buried his face in his palms.

After awhile, Prince Charming stopped crying and wiped his watery tears away. "I mustn't give up."

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Prince Charming walked back into the room where I was still tightly wrapped to a chair. "Let me out!" I flashed my teeth at him, a growl within me was heard.

Prince Charming flashed me a smile and said, "Is this how I raised my boy? To act like a ferocious animal?" Prince Charming chuckled quietly. "Or an ogre," he muttered to himself with an evil smirk on his face.

"Raised me?" I laughed. "How could you have raised me when you weren't even around?"

He glared at me, "Be quiet or else I'll put you back in the dungeon."

"Go ahead," I smirked, "I liked it in there better than being out here."

A small growl was heard, "Enough!" His chest was heaving, his teeth was flashed at me, his nostrils flaring, his feet currently locked onto the ground. His scream made me still. Well, I was tied to a chair, but ignore that. My mouth, unmoved.

"Now," Prince Charming slowly walked over to me. "You're going to hush up." I raised my brow at this. "and you're going to love me!"

I narrowed my eyes, "Why should I? You haven't done a damn thing in my life. It's like you never existed." My eyes eventually traveled down to the ground.

"Listen Artie," he held a silver blade in his hand. I feared for the worst. Was he actually going to kill me? "I guess you're right," he whispered.

He used the blade to cut the thick ropes off me, in thus, releasing me from my tight prison. "You're right," he repeated. "I haven't been there for you. I should have been, I mean...I am your father." He grabbed both of my hands; I got a little startled by this action.

"Just give me one chance to make things right. I'll be the father I never have been. Deal or no deal?" He looked deep into my eyes, as if the answer was in there.

I frowned. How could I trust this guy? He captured me, treated me badly, and he even tried to kill me once.

...Can I trust him?

"Arthur, do we have a deal or not?" He asked, almost as if he was begging me. When I saw the look on his face, I couldn't help but to feel a little pity for him. Wait! What's happening to me? I shouldn't feel bad for this cruel man, whom I am ashamed of calling him my father. He's nothing but a disgrace to me.

"Please, son, just give me once chance. I swear, just one chance." He kneeled to the floor and begged. He grabbed my hand, tugging it at times.

"One chance."

I rolled my eyes. I know I'm probably going to regret what I was going to say, but deep down inside, I still want a father. I want to be that kid that gets to play catch with his father, maybe play football, but most importantly I want to feel loved.

"Deal, but you screw up once, you have to take me back to Shrek's house. Got it?"

He eagerly nodded his head, "Anything for you, my boy."

Hm, this is just to easy. I can't believe my plan is actually going to work. Prince Charming suddenly chuckled a little bit.

"What are you laughing about?" I eyed him, suspiciously.

"Nothing, nothing, don't worry about it."

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"Do you think Artie has been..." she gulped, "kidnaped?"

"What? No, of course not."

"But, I'm worried, Shrek." Fiona nuzzled her head into Shrek's chest.

"Don't worry, love, everything will be okay." Shrek told her in a soothing way.

"I hope so."

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