Hi! Another update! I think this is one of my favorite chapters. One review pretty much challenged me to twist up a kidnapping storyline, so I did (hopefully). Anyway, enjoy!
(Princess Raquel's POV)
About a half hour after I found out CeCe was kidnapped, CeCe's mom found me. I explained to her what happened, unable to keep my emotions in check and burst into tears. Georgia never left me. She sat me down on the ground and hugged me until my crying slowed down.
Which brings us to now.
I wiped the remaining tears out of my eyes. "I need to go back..." Georgia paled, biting her lip.
"Sweetheart, I don't think–"
"No! I need to!" I exclaimed. "All my life, I've been this submissive, perfect child. I didn't do anything when I started to realize my 'brother' was destroying Chicago!" I ranted, putting air-quotes around 'brother.' I sighed and took a deep breath.
"Tyson has taken everything away from me. My family, my freedom, and now the girl I completely in love in. I keep saying how I love my kingdom, how I love my people, but I have done nothing to help them. It's time I grew up and face my problems, not run away from them." I said calmly, looking a Georgia. Georgia looked a bit stunned, but only for a brief moment. She smiled at me and gave me another soft, comforting hug.
"Raquel, you haven't been here for very long, but I've had the honor of seeing you grow into a mature young woman. When CeCe brought you here, you were terrified of us. Now, here you are wanting to go and set things right. I'm proud of you, Rocky."
My heart filled with pride and joy. With those five words, I felt like I was on top of the world. I hugged Georgia and she hugged me back.
"Thank you. You have no idea how long I've waited to hear that from someone." I whispered, taking a deep breath and stood. "I need to go now. CeCe could be in serious trouble." I said. Georgia nodded and stood as well.
"Do you need someone to come with you?" I thought over her words carefully, thinking of the possible outcomes if I had a Rebel entourage walking into the palace. I shook my head.
"No. I need to do this on my own." Georgia nodded. I gave her another hug. "Thank you again for everything." I said, running off through the forest towards the palace.
30 MINUTES LATER
(King Tyson's POV)
The doors to my throne room opened and a guard walked up to me, bowing. "Your Majesty. The princess has been spotted in Town Square. It seems to be that she's on her way home." I smirked.
"Thank you." The guard stood and walked away. I stood myself and walked to the giant window overlooking the kingdom. "Sweet Raquel. You made a mistake running away. I bet you didn't even realize your 17th birthday was the other day. No matter. You must be punished...and your dear, sweet Rebel is going to be the one to punish you." I smirked, laughing.
(Princess Raquel's POV)
I slowly approached the palace gate, looking at it. I swallowed hard, not knowing what was going to happen. I was either going to walk in and be killed instantly, walk in, confront my sadistic brother, and be killed, or Fate could be on my side and I find CeCe, beat my brother, and restore peace and order.
I sure hope it's the third one...
The gate opened and I walk inside the courtyard to the palace. I look around, cautious of any threats or any signs for my CeCe. I got inside the palace with no problems and made my way to the throne room.
I paused when I got to the throne room doors and took a deep breath. All doubt was erased from my mind when I remember that CeCe was somewhere in the palace, probably starving. I shoved the doors open, standing in front of the window.
"Welcome back, baby sister." Tyson said calmly. I slowly took a few steps towards him.
"Where is she, Tyson? Where is CeCe?" I asked. Tyson turned to face me.
"What? The Rebel who kidnapped you?! Why would you care?!" Tyson growled.
"Drop the innocent act. I ran away and we both know it." I snapped. "Tell me where CeCe is!" I could see Tyson was trying to hide a smirk.
"Guard!" He called. I tensed, ready to fight as a single guard came in. "Bring me the redheaded Rebel." The guard bowed and walked off.
"Wait!" I called. "I want to see her!" I said, running after the guard. The guard said nothing, leading me down towards the dungeon.
I have no clue how long I was walking. It must've been ten minutes, but to me, it felt like ten hours. Like the dungeon was moving away from me so I couldn't get to CeCe. At one point, I contemplated that the guard was leading me away from the dungeon, but that theory was put to rest when I realized that the guard had orders to follow. That's when it hit me. The guard never protested when I said I wanted to see my Rebel. Even if he did, there's nothing he could've done...
Here, I have just as much say in what goes on as Tyson does. This could work to my advantage...
We finally arrived at the dungeon door, the door slowly squeaking open. The guard grabbed a torch off a nearby wall and led me down the long staircase. I looked around as the dungeon got slightly brighter with the other torches that were on the walls. The guard led me past several cells, all occupied with Rebels or assassins. I smiled to myself when I realized I could tell the difference between them. We stopped at a cell and the guard unlocked the door.
"Rebel. Come out." I jumped at the booming voice the guard had. I couldn't wait.
"CeCe!" I exclaimed, running into the cell. In the far corner, CeCe was curled up into a ball. It looked like she was asleep, but her breathing was very uneven, like she was in pain. I walked up to CeCe, kneeling beside her. "CeCe?" I said gently. CeCe stirred, looking up at me.
"R-Rocky?..." She said softly. I smiled lightly, gently tucking her hair behind her ear. CeCe looked scared, backing more into the corner...backing away from me. "Rocky, get out of here. It's not safe." She whispered. I felt my heart break slightly, but didn't show it.
"No. I taking you home." I whispered back. CeCe shook her head.
"You're safer leaving without me." I didn't know what to think at that. She...She didn't want to come with me?... The guard came and grabbed CeCe, pulling her up.
"Let's go. The King awaits." The guard said gruffly. CeCe followed him without so much of a fight. I quietly followed CeCe, watching her. I glanced down at the floor as I walked, sighing. Then I realized something. I looked at CeCe's left wrist. It looked swollen...like she hurt it in a fight or something...
The three of us trudged back up to the throne room, where my brother was now sitting down. The guard bowed to Tyson, then to me before walking away. CeCe was standing in front of Tyson and I stood next to her.
"Tyson, I don't want to fight. I know how to stop the Rebels. I know how to fix Chicago." I said calmly. Tyson raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? How do you suppose to do that?" I glanced at CeCe and she gave me a soft smile, giving me her approval. I took a deep breath to keep my confidence.
"Step dow, Tyson. Step down from the throne." I said. Tyson just laughed, smirking at us. This can't possibly end well...
"Step down? No chance. The throne is mine." Tyson said darkly. CeCe gently held my hand.
"Let's go." She whispered. I nodded, leading the way to the doors with CeCe following.
"Not so fast. Freeze. Obey, CeCe." Tyson demanded. CeCe froze in her tracks. I turned to face my fiery Rebel.
"CeCe? C'mon, let's go!" I said, trying to panic. CeCe didn't move. She just stood there with a blank expression. Tyson laughed sadistically as he stood from the throne chair. "CeCe!" I exclaimed, tugging at her right hand. She still didn't move.
What the hell is going on?...
CLIFFY! HAHA! XD So, next chapter, you'll find out more on what I meant by a different twist to a kidnapping storyline. Reviews make my day! I only have a couple more days until school ends, but my posts may be delayed even more cuz of summer break. Oh, and if anyone has any ideas for Our Love It Up, message me or let me know in a review!
BAD NEWS: There are only a few more chapters left to this story. Not sure how many to be exact, but it's getting close to the end.
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