.°.˖✧ His prince ✧˖°.

･ﾟ✧Chapter 8, story 1･ﾟ✧

I'm not finishing this story. I can't. I'm really sorry and I feel bad since it had just started growing. This story does have a lot of potential, I'm not helping tho. This was a draft. But if you care to read my other stories, I'm probably gonna be updating those since they aren't so complicated and chaotic.

I sat on the bed for awhile, hearing what seemed like a million noises downstairs.

"D-Daddy.." I whimpered after loud music started playing. It was no use yelling after him either, all the guys were screaming and laughing.

I then heard running coming up the stairs. I pulled the grey sheets over me with only the top half of my face showing. I dropped the sheets when I saw tear stricken Milo dash in onto the bed with me. He hung his arms around my neck, sobbing into me screaming "He's gon- gon- find me!" causing me to get right out of headspace.

My heart was already pounding, so I was confused on what he was saying until I heard 2 pairs of feet coming up. I quickly unwrapped Milo from my neck and scrambled to lock the door. I put my finger to my lips, ushering him to me with my free hand. 

He quickly ran to me, jumping in my arms. I put him in the closet when there were suddenly bangs at the door, the old lock barely holding on. I dashed to the bed, grabbing my cell and went in the closet with Milo.

I called Alice, my bestfriend while tears ran down my face. When she didn't answer, my heart beat even more.

Bang Bang.

"Milo, who is that?" I whispered.

He shook his head, whimpering. "Daddy."

Oh fuck.

His own daddy?

Milo

After a few minutes, I was slipping out of headspace.

I clung on Jeremy's trembling arm. We both jumped when the door to the room busted open.

"*hiccup* Babyyyyyyyy. Where's my itty bitty? Remember our rules Mimi. Come out." Daddy said right outside the closet.

I took hold of the closet handle, ready to get out but Jeremy pulled my arm away and pulled me into his lap, covering my mouth. He whispered in my ear, "You don't know what he's gonna do, he's drunk."

I flustered a bit and looked behind me at the person helping me even though he was probably more frightened.

I heard Kace's voice, Jeremy's daddy.

"Get the hell out of here." He said. Then footsteps running out.

"Jeremy, baby. I'm sorry." I opened the door before Jeremy could stop me and   ran out of the room, to the bathroom.

Kaces POV

I stared at the sobbing mess on my lap. I pulled him closer to me and he instantly wrapped his legs around my waist and arms around my neck, digging his face deep into my shoulder.

"Baby, they came in by themselves. I didn't know they were drunk. I thought that it was only 2 or 3 coming over to watch the game while you slept. I'm so sorry."

He sobbed harder and I pat his back. He began to have a panic attack and I lifted his face off of my shoulder and talked him through it, telling him to breath.

okay that's the end of the draft. don't judge me for this story bloody cunts. it was rubbish.