The Runaway Heir

Chapter Four

It's been a week, ten girls have already been sent home. None of which were Crystal. My brother has found his so called 'one.' Jennifer Carson, a four. But she seems almost out of the picture, he's been with other girls, going on dates and such. What have I been doing you ask? Nothing. No dates, no nothing. I walk to the kitchen, today we'll have more royals at dinner, my sisters. Autumn, who's 17 and thinks she can do whatever she wants. And Alex, she's a lot like her Autumn, but she unlike all of us, inherited our grandmother, America Schreave's bright red hair. I don't want this Selection. It isn't for me.

"Hey Bozo." My sister Alex says walking to me, the Selected were just starting to pour in. I didn't talk to anyone.

"Hey Alicia." I teased her, she hated her name, so we called her Alex.

"Bozo." She grunted, still smiling.

"Alex, would you mind leaving me with your brother? We need to talk in private." My father said walking over to me.

"Sure Daddy." she smiled at him, as he had his back turned, Alex mouthed to me 'you're dead.' I sighed.

"So, how are you liking the Selected?" my father asked me.

"They seem nice, just ordinary." I shrug.

"Ordinary?" he scoffs. "Stop messing around Tobias, this isn't a game, this is your life." He scolded me. I wanted to punch him.

"Dad, I haven't even met them all yet." I said a little angered. "I understand that this is important and that this is something that shouldn't be fooled around with. I understand perfectly."

"Then start acting like it. Go on dates, do something, just stop acting like a dumb ass. Go and be king."

"You know Dad?!" I say frustrated, I raise my voice, not caring about the looks I must've been getting. "I don't want to be fucking king. I want to live a normal life! I know it'll never happen, but you have never once asked what I wanted! So go suck a dick!" I yell, rushing out, I ran upstairs up, and slammed my door.

I push a lamp off my desk and onto the floor, it shatters in a million pieces. I still feel the anger, rushing through me. Impulsive acts over came me and I punched my wall, making a small hole. I sighed and a thought came into my mind. 'What if I can away?' I could. Be forgotten, Austin could take care of the kingdom? Right?

It was clear, at that moment, what I really wanted to do. Escape, go away, runaway. This was going to be it, and I was happy about it, almost. I took my bag and started to stuff my clothes in my bag.

I started to walk out of my room, my parents were talking about me. I tried my best to be quiet, to not be caught, I walked quietly but a hear a creek and silently curse to myself.

"T-Tobias." she stutters, her face wet from tears, "where are going?"

"On a walk." I lie. "I'll be back later." I say quickly.

"With a bag? Tobias tell me, where are you going?" she pleads for an answer, that's when I feel guilty for leaving.

"I'm going away." I say quietly.

"Where?"

"Anywhere but here." I sigh. "Dad doesn't give one shit about me." And with that she runs away, walking down to the stair case, well under it. I sigh and start walking to the gardens. I bump into Austin, I hate this.

"Where are going?" he asked, tapping his shoe.

"Away." I say quickly. I pursed my lips, knowing what he was going say.