Imprisoned

Chapter # 3

...It was the point in my life where my heart told me to stay forever and never come back to the harsh reality. Things were mesmerizing at that moment...

"I love you so much, Zaniel!" I squeaked, releasing the tears brimming in my eyes.

"I love you too." He grinned, running his hand in my hair,

"And I want to spend the rest of my breaths with you... Forever."

He murmured, pulling my face from his, cupping my cheeks, wiping the tears from his thumb tenderly.

"Me too." I whispered, putting my hand on his, letting the rush of euphoria travel all over my body.

"I am going home on the weekend, I will tell my parents about the marriage." I breathed out, smiling.

"Great, Why don't we decide a date after talking with them?" He suggested.

"Sure."

Unwillingly, we both pulled away, "Let's go back, it's getting late now."

"You owe me dinner." I told him with a chuckle.

"Of course I do. But I have a better plan." He pulled me close, holding my waist.

"What?" I smirked, pulling him close to my face by pulling his collar, he smirked back.

"We cook it together." He said, moving his hand to my shoulder.

"You're going to cook."

"As you wish, my love." He laughed, kissing my forehead as we went back to my apartment.

We entered, he held his head high with a poised tone, "Wait for me, my love and I shall show you the savors of the world." He said dramatically.

I laughed, shaking my head at his over-acting, "Of course, why not? Just be careful." I told him, going to my room and freshening up.

Later he cooked a terrible meal. In fact, he burned it so we had to eat instant noodles and went to sleep, snuggling to each other closely,

The next day, I woke up and saw he wasn't home. Smiling to myself, I freshened up and got ready to leave for my work.

Since my car was in maintenance, I need to get it back. I was going to get it, telling my Boss I'd be late for work and mentally preparing myself for a scolding.

"Ah well." I sighed, shaking my head.

Humming to myself, minding my business until a scream reached my ears from the warehouse near the mechanic.

"AHH!"

My heart skipped a beat, gulping hard, I continued to walk, trying to ignore it and not get involved with unasked trouble but it came again.

"HELP!"

I paused, swallowing hard in dread. I wanted to run away, I didn't want to see but the little shred of humanity inside me wouldn't let me.

Taking my phone, I dialed 911 and walked towards the source of the scream and if there's any atrocious, I would call without thinking twice.

Frightened, I tried to descry from afar but my eyes fell upon an oddly familiar face. Someone I never imagined I would see here.

"What the-"

Those silver eyes and sharp features, the perfect beard and well combed hair, the visage which once used to spread hope were now lingering in danger, walking around with his hand in his pocket dominantly in a black suit jacket.

I could see from the window which was opened for the basement for aeration. He was Prince Sir.

I had known him for years, he was our teacher in High School, my ideal, but what was he doing here?