"Mmmmmmmm!!!!!",I try screaming, and tried punching this guy,,Ah ha, Not doing down today satin,
"Shut up you idiot, your going to wake everyone up!" The man harshly whispered,
Wait, why does the devil sound so familiar,
I stoped trying to punch the guy in the balls and knitted my brows together confused, while the guy still had his hand over my mouth,
"It's me you idiot"the man whispered back, I knew now who the hand and voice belonged too,
"Woof man?" my sentence came out muffled, my voice showed curiosity, but he seemed to understand what I was saying,
"Yes it's me, now will you be quiet and quit trying to punch me?" He confirmed and whispered back, his voice seemed to rush a little,
In the darkness I couldn't see his face but I could see his silhouette looking around and trying to hear if anyone heard us,
"Gech or and off ma moot!",I said, my sentence coming out muffled,
"What?", He looked back at me and questioned, in the darkness I could see his brows knit together in confusion,
"Get you and op my mout!", i say again, growing annoyed,
"What are you saying?" His voice came out breathy,
I grab his hand and threw it of my mouth,
"Get your hand off my mouth!"I say again,
"Oh yeah sorry" he says, before going over to my closet and grabbing a bunch of cloths and stuffing everything in a bag, I quickly turn to my night stand and light a candle,it light the room just enough for me see what he's doing,
"What are you doing here anyways, at the middle of the freaking night?" I whispered being careful no one heard me, I honestly I wanted to scream at him,
"Oh yeah that, we have to get out of here", he simply says too preoccupied by getting all my stuff to fit in a bag
Huh, good luck with that,
"Wait we, you mean you" I said,
"No I mean we", he fired back,
"But why?" I question,
"Their are people that are going to hurt you now come on", He quickly zipped the bag up,
"What what do u mea—", in a flash he went for my wrists and pulled me off the bed almost making me stumble and fall,
"Hey! Careful", I almost screamed,
"Sorry princess", he says and grabs my bag,
"I am not a princess", I say, folding my arms together like a child,
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Absence Of The Good Prince
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