Prince

Chapter 8

I have lost my Princess.
I am alone once again.
Everyone does this, don't they.
They love to leave me.
Everyone.
Is there something wrong with me?
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I run to my house, I quickly open the door than slam it behind me. I run up the stairs with mom yelling at me. Tears filling my eyes and spilling out onto my cheeks like a flood. I practially ripped the fancy dress off and put my worn out clothes on, the makeup was smeared all over my face, my hair had fallen out.

"Scarlett dear, what's the matter?" mom comes over and comforts me in a standing hug.

"I'm not ready.... Ever."

"What dear?" mom pulls me away.

"I-I met his parents tod-day."

She smiles "good! Your going serious!"

"It made me wonder if we are going to be slobs like that..."

"What do you mean dear?"

"The mother! She's soooo skinny, she looks so strick and she has high expecations! She won't do anything for herself! The father, calmer but still very selfish! I overheard them talking and they were complaining about the linins on the beds! It was fine silk like they ordured, it was just silk... I don't want to turn out so snobby and selfish! I'm not a Princess! I'm not!" I pace around the room tears rolling down my cheeks, my eyes were bloodshot red.

Mom hugs me, a protective hug.

"You dont have to turn out like that, they chose to. They let royalty go to there heads, but honey. You need to tell Prince Victor..."

"I can't, I can't even look at his picture anymore. I'm not ready. I'm not ready!" I raise my hands in the air.

A knock was heard on the door.

"OPEN UP IN THE NAME OF THE KING AND QUEEN!"

"Answer the door, I'll sneak out the window and come back later. Ok?" I open the window, "hide the fancy stuff."

I jump out of the window, I look infront of the house, two large guards stood at the door. How did they know where I lived? I turn around and run into the woods. Nobody went in there because of the animals in there, right now I didn't care.

I climb a tree and sit on a branch high enough to see the village.

I lay there for a while.

Soon the sun started to set, I hear the cackling bell from the village, which means the Royal family wants to talk to the Peasents.

I climb off the tree and run to my house. I climb into my window and see my room trashed. Damn...

I grab my black robe that mom bought for me a while back for Halloween. I run down the stairs calling moms name. No answer.

The hole house is trashed.

I see a ripped note on the stand where the vase of flowers once stood, now smashed on the floor.

I pick it up and read it.

To the "Princess,"

If you do not show up tonight, your loved one has to pay for your mistakes. You have disrepected the royal family. Either it is your head or your loved one. Show up tonight and switch spots with your mother. Or else.

Signed on offical buisness,

King and Queen Jerimiah.

I drop the note. Mom's going to be slautered in front of the whole village.

MOM!

I run out the door putting my robe over my head. I run to the palace. The palace of peace.

You. Wish.

I pretend to fit in with the others.

Everyone sat around the stage. There on the stage stood King Jerimiah and Queen Charlie.

"Welcome everyone. Scarlett Holland ran away today, disrespecting the royal family. If you had any sighting of her please come to us, for lying to us on knowing where she may be located her mother is to be exacuted" King Jerimiah pointed to mom wearing nothing but a rope around her wrists behind her back.

A guard pushes her down on her knees. A man with a huge hatchet walks up behind mom.

He swings upwards. The crowd stays quiet, my hoodie stays over my head.

"WAIT!" I scream as if were slow-mo.

Everyone looks at me.

"Would you rather pay her sins?" The Queen questions.

"I would" I take my hoodie off.

They un-tye mom, I walk apon the stage. I hand her my robe so she can cover herself up.

"Don't do this Scar, you don't have to."

"But I want to" I hug mom and whisper in her ear, "it"s all I've ever wanted, I love you mom."

I turn away and walk to my destiny, I plunge to the ground my knees stinging from the pressure of the hit.

I hang my head.

I close my eyes.

I take a deep harsh breath in.

I felt air swinging down from a swift movement.
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Cliffy. Hate me.

I do this atleast once in all my books. Lmao.

I'm really really sad right now....

-NC