THE PRINCE AND I

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"Excuse me?"

"I didn't stutter"

Sarah was baffled. What on earth was Benedict talking about?!

"I don't think i understand....me? abuse someone's child? Why would i do that? And how dare you think I'm capable of such horrendous things!"

Benedict flinched when she yelled at him. Sarah never yelled except for when her feelings were hurt.

"Mom...i"

"No.....just....i think I should head to bed" she says stomping her way up the stairs. Before she could take the last step she turned to him.

"Never in my life have i raised a hand to you or your brothers, when your dead beat father walked out on us what did i do? I worked 7 jobs so you could finish school and pay your medical expenses when you had asthma attacks, never have i said you owe me because you know what? Your happiness was my payment, seeing all my kids happy was the only payment i could get to feel validated that every choice and sacrifice i made was a good thing. And now you acuse me of this..."

Benedict's eyes turned blurry as tears brimmed in his eyes.

"Mom..." he weakly called out but then Sarah says something that knocked the wind out of his lungs.

"The person who used to babysit was your aunt, not me"

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The next morning....

"This is a safe place, i want you to close your eyes and take me to the scene. Tell me what you remember"

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"I remember going upstairs to call him....we were having brunch with my boyfriend's family so i figured my brother should also be there"

"Good, then what"

"I.....opened the door and he was there.....he looked different"

"Different how? Body language? Or his physical appearance"

"His demeanor was just....different. like he knew what he was going to do"

"What happened next"

"I.....We talked about mom barging in to drag him out so he said he'd pick a sweater to wear and then.....i see my underwear on his bed"

The lady stopped writing on her notepad and looked up at the Prince.

"Your underwear?.....how did he get them?"

"Something about the maids mixing up our laundry, I don't know.....he had two of them, he was wearing the other pair"

"Okay i think that's enough"

He opened his eyes and sat up. The therapist sighed taking her glasses off.

"I think it's best we do it step by step because what you just told me makes me feel like your brother was obsessed with you, i wouldn't be surprised if he had a plan to replace your current partner with himself"

Prince sighed. At this rate He'd be going to therapy for the next few years.

"But on the other hand i suggest you move out of that wing if that's possible, you shouldn't be anywhere near the scene to avoid you slipping into depression or even worse"

He nodded and smiled.

"Thank you...see you next session?"

"Yes your highness"