"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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Waking up alone in a room I don't recognise has to be the most traumatising moment of my life. My mind was running wild with thoughts like 'did I sleep with someone?' 'Did I get too drunk and fuck some random guy?' 'Did I get kidnapped?'
The answer is none of the above and all of the above at the same time.
I did, in fact, get kidnapped. Not exactly kidnapped, but I did get taken away to somewhere that I don't recognise without my permission.
Drunk women can't give permission, you idiot.
Now, I'm here next to Felix, who is supposedly driving me home. Even though he doesn't know where I live and I don't know where I am.
"I want an Icee" "Shut the fuck up"
A few moments pass before I want an Icee again.
"I want a blue Icee" "Astraea, shut the fuck up before I throw you over the bridge"
We try every single path and street until we reach somewhere that I recognise.
"Times Square!" I shout and Felix immediately stops the car, turning to me with a large grin on his face. "You know how to go home from here? Oh, thank goodness. I thought this day would never come!"
He holds his hands up and starts praying to the gods about something. I shrug and get out of the car.
"Astraea!" I hear him shout once I reach near my favourite shop in the entirety of NYC. I turn around to find him jogging towards me, something in his hand.
"What?" "I'm here to say thank you" I smile "Really?" "No. Take your fucking phone and never leave any of your stuff in my car again or I will set fire to it"
He shoves my phone in my hand and rushes back to his car, driving off. I stare at the car until it gets out of sight. Then, I shrug and go get myself an Icee. A blue one.
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"Oh my god, Trea! Where were you? We got so worried! You normally tell us before staying over at a friends house. What happened? Why do you look like you were in a street fight?" My mom stuffs my face in her shoulder the moment I walk in through the door.
