The Prince (Lashton au)

Luke

I stand watching the small TVs from outside the window in utter disgust.
Why Luke? Why? Why would you do this to the love of your life? Ashton Fletcher Irwin.

"AHHHHH!" I scream out in frustration.

The store clerk walks out and gives me a stern look.

"Buy something or scat!" she hisses.

I shoot her an evil glance and she returns the favor.

Her eyebrows come together in the middle as if she is wearing a thick sweatband, she has a huge wart under her eye, and her face looks like a wrinkled leather bag. (Sis) Her look is repulsive and that just makes her seem even more scary.

I take a step away from her. Then another and soon enough I'm running down the pavement watching her shouting figure twist and turn in ways I didn't even think possible for an old woman.

The road turns to a curve and I follow it. It leads me down a road surrounded by trees. But at the end of the road is something I wasn't expecting. Something I dread. My father.

He stands at the end of the road and I know then and there I am dead. I will be whipped into the oblivion if he catches me and the only thing that makes this all worse is the fact that he has Ashton.

I run into the woods.

"There he is. King Hemmings there he is! Your Son! Prince Luke!" A guard yells.

"Well don't stand there you fool, Get Him!" my father yells as guards begin to run after me.

I dodge branches and stumps trying to get away from the dreaded beasts after me. My heart pounds and my legs throb from the constant running.

"Position 10!" My father yells.

All of a sudden every guard following me stops. I keep running and stop at a giant tree sure it will hide me, and duck behind it.

I sit for what seems like centuries but really it's only five minutes. Slowly, when I'm pretty sure they're gone, I stand up. I walk out of the woods, peeking both directions and scan the road breaking into a sprint.

Suddenly I am knocked to the ground.

Crap.

"Got him!" The guard holding my arm anounces.

He pulls me towards the small carriage and stuffs me in next to Ashton. I give him the "I'm terribly sorry" look.

He only looks at me with a disappointed face.

The guard pushes me closer to Ashton, leaving no personal space for us, and squeezes in.

His putrid odor singes my nose hairs. The carriage moves forward.

"Umm, I'm the prince, and I demand my own seat!" I announce.

Ashton elbows me.

The guard laughs.

"Well prince," he fakes a bow,"I hear your not going to be an heir of the throne much longer considering your hanging is tomorrow night." he says.

My heart sops and my breathing hitches.

Hanging. Tomorrow. Ashton.

I look over at Ashton and I can tell he is about to start crying. His eyes are watering and the skin around his eyes is turning a shade of red.

"What about this guy?" I say acting as if he means nothing to me.

"Same thing, except, his hanging is tonight." He replies and that's enough for Ashton.

He breaks down into tears next to me. I slip my hand behind us where his hands are tied and take hold of it.

"Hey could you not cry over there." the guard says rudely.

"Hey could you not be a constant dick?" I sass.

The guard stands from the moving carriage and raises his hand high in the air. He brings it down quick and it collides with my cheek, his rings sure to bring a bruise to my skin. I groan. I look over at Ashton and tears stain his cheeks.

I squeeze his hand to let him know I'm okay.

The guard sits down next to me,"Just because your the prince doesn't mean I won't kill you now." he says.

•●•

The carriage slows to a stop and I am eternally grateful. The guard pushes the door open.

"Follow!" he instructs us.

I rise from the bench and watch as Ashton struggles to stand. I grab his waist and as I try to help him up the guard yells," Let him get up himself or he can die here!"

Now I am panicking for Ashton. He isn't as physically fit as the average teenage boy, not to mention it looks as if he might have gotten beat. I grab his waist again and help him up.

The guard retrieves a whip from his pocket and tells me to turn around. I hesitantly turn around. The guard chuckles. The whip snaps in the air but it doesn't hit me. I turn to find a crying Ashton lying on the ground. His face is bleeding from where the whip hit his skin. The guard smiles in satisfaction.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I scream.

He looks at me and then at Ashton.

"Oh this is great," he says, "the prince is in love with the peasant."

¤¤¤¤
Sorry this update took so long. It wasnt even good but schools almost out so ill finish this story summer and the updates will actually be sort of enjoyable. Btw summer starts this weekend. WOOP!