The Prince (Lashton au)

Luke

I pull against the chains, but they do not budge. I stifle a sob. My back is sore from the beatings I've been getting. I get another one hourly until I confess what happened the day I escaped. Which I refuse to do.

I need to see Ashton. I need to. Though, there is no way I will be able to escape considering I am constantly supervised. Life is a bust.

"How many more hours?" I ask the guard.

"Till confession night." his voice is deep and his height is short.

"What if that never comes?" I ask.

"Then your freedom will never be." he replies.

I sigh.

Then Ashton and me can never be.

"When will he back?" I ask.

The guard groans as if my questions were annoying him.

"About an thirty minutes. But your father will be by in 10 minutes to collect your confession."he answers.

The stone slab I lean against scrapes at my back.

I close my eyes and think of a wonderful song. It pretty much describes my love life.

I begin to hum.

The beds getting cold and your not here
The future that we hold is so unclear
But I'm not alive until you call
And I'll bet the odds against it all
Save your advice cause I won't hear
You might be right but I don't care
There's a million reasons why I should give you up
But the heart wants what it wants

"I don't care what your heart wants." my father says from outside the cell.

"I don't care what you want in general." I mumble.

He unlocks the door and walks in.

"You have five minutes to give me a confession and you can have your palace freedom back." he says.

I think it over. If I get my freedom back I will be able to sneak out and see Ashton. If I don't I will get a whipping.

"Alright you win." I surrender.

"Enlighten me on the story." he says.

"I went out to see the performance." I say.

"That was only one day you were gone two." he says displeased by my confession.

"The reason I went back the second day was because I loved it so much I had to try the food to get the whole experience." I falsely state.

"You are a stupid young boy." he spits.

I frown.

"But it seems you have earned your freedom, but not until I give you this."

He pulls a long leather whip that seemed way too familiar with my blood.

My cuffs begin to rise off of the floor just as before, and I stand my back facing him once again.

The whip strikes hitting the scabbed over skin.

I wince.

I feel as though heat is radiating from my back. The blood rises and trickles down my back.

It comes again. This time I can't help but scream.

I can hear my father snickering behind me.

If only I didn't have cuffs on, if only.

It comes a third and last time.

"You know what that was for, but your freedom is granted." he says leaving.

A guard enters the cell and unlocks the cuffs.

I rub my wrists and walk out of the dungeon and back to my room. My legs burn from lack of movement and my eyes hurt from lack of light.

I open the door to my bedroom and walk towards the dresser. I pull out a shirt, shirts, and underwear. Sleepwear.

I start towards the bathroom to find a predrawn bath.

"Thanks." I say to Jamie who is standing at the sink.

She wipes my tear stained face.

"'I'm really sorry" she replies pulling me into a hug.

"It's fine." I say.

She leaves the bathroom and I am once again, alone.

I take off the blood stained shorts and throw them to the trash bin. No need for them anymore.

I step into the bathtub and lay down immediately regretting it. Hot water seeps into the gashes in my back and it burns like fire. I wince and try to deal with the pain.

I wash my body quickly and step out of the bathtub gently drying my back off with a towel. Much better.

I pull on the clothes and decide not to wear a shirt. I walk to my bed and lay down for a proper rest.

(A/N) Well aren't you guys glad he's out of the dungeon.