"What if it was the prince who needed saving?"
Not receiving an ounce of love even in his childhood, he became heartless. His cold exterior scared people away, and not to mention his detached, unemotional personality. Haunted by his past, he was use...
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Stupid, stupid fucking idiot.
She has the fucking audacity to tell me that I'm an arrogant, disrespectful piece of shit right to my fucking face and yet she's still alive.
In my goddamn arms.
She smells of alcohol, so much that it makes me want to throw her over the bridge and forget I ever met her. Why shouldn't I? After all, she followed me out of the club and even fucking asked me who I was. Why would you ever do that if you didn't have a death wish?
She must truly hate her life.
Not having any other visible choice, I pick her up and walk to my car. She stirs and fists my shirt in those tiny fucking hands. I hate it. I hate that I have to do this. I fucking hate this girl.
Then kill her. A voice inside my head whispers. It's the voice that instructs me to kill. The voice that tells me to be merciless and brutal. It's the voice I listen to the most.
It's my father's voice.
I get in the driver's seat. Where am I even going to take her? I don't know where she lives. I don't even know her fucking name. My place is out of the question. I can't risk it. Should I just throw her on the side of the road?
The thought crosses my mind and I look over to her. Her hair is a mess on her face, some in her mouth, and she's fucking drooling on my car seat.
Just kill her. It's easy as 1..2..3.
I sigh and rub my face. If father finds out about this, I'm going to have to deal with another blowup. I can't handle another one of his fits.
I make up my mind and drive to the one place I can think of.
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"No, she's not staying here. The fuck?" Felix barks. The only place I could think of right now was his apartment. He's a tall brunette with a large scar under his left eye. Felix usually does most of my junk for me.
"Yes, she is. Now open the fucking door or I'll break it down" I order. There's a slight pause and I get ready to shoot the door down, but then it opens with a sound. Felix's head pokes out and he stares at the girl in my arms.
