The Runaway Heir

Chapter Five

"Away? Bullshit Tobias." Austin scoffs. "You're going to be king and you can't run away."

"You know Austin, not everything I do is bullshit. I have my reasons." I say getting frustrated. Who was he to tell me this was bullshit?

"Like what?" he says, his voice rising. "What kind of reasons to you have? Not wanting to be king? I've heard them all already."

"I can't be king! I don't just not want to be king! I can't be king! I'm not fit for this damn life of royalty Austin, you know that, right?"

"Whatever." He scoffs and walks away.

I was getting sick of everything, all the royalty, the Selection bullshit, just everything. If I ran away, would people actually care, or just shrug it off? I would guess that they would look for me, but since I was nineteen, they didn't need to send a warrant for an adult. But I wasn't just any adult, I was the heir to the throne.

"Tobias!" someone says from behind me. My mother. I immediately stop in my tracks and turn around. "Please don't go." she pleads

I shake my head. "I don't belong here Mom, this life isn't for me." I say putting my hand on top of the other, but wince because of me punching a wall. God damn, why the hell did I do that?

"Please, just listen to me, please stay. For me, for your brother, your sisters, your father." She begs. "You have to listen to your father."

I hug my mother, grabbing her in a tight hug. "But who can I listen to someone that won't listen to me?" I ask into her ear.

"He's just stressed." She sighs. "Please try to."

"Fine." I give in. "We have to go to the common room, I have to go back into my room, to put my stuff back."

She nods. "I'll see you later." she runs her hand over my hair, despite my height compared to hers, she seemed to have no problems with it. I nodded as we parted our different ways. I walked upstairs, and called my old maid to clean up my mess of shreds of glass and hopefully she wouldn't notice the huge hole in my wall. I packed my clothes up, changed into a good suit and straightened my tie. I sighed and walked down in the halls, then I bump into someone. I look down, Crystal.

"We really have to stop meeting like this." I joked, giving her a hand. She took it, and I helped her up. Her hands were small compared to my huge callused hands.

"Yeah," she chuckled, her eyes twinkling. "What happened to you?" she asked.

"What?" I said, a little confused.

"Your hand, it's bleeding." she said. "What happened?" she asked, her pale blue eyes piercing right through me.

"Nothing." I sighed. "It isn't important." I said quickly.

"Well, the first thing you learn about me," she paused. "Is that I don't deal with bullshit, what happened, Tobias?"

"I may have..." I trailed off, thinking if I should tell her. "...punched a wall." I sighed.

"What? Why?" she asks, taking my bleeding knuckles into her hands. "I need to get something to wrap this in."

"Crystal, it doesn't matter, and you don't have to do anything." I said, grabbing my hand. "It's fine."

"But you're not," she said looking into my eyes. God, I wanted to kiss her. But I fought the urge.

"I got mad." I shrugged. "That's it."

"Okay." she said. "I'm still going to help you with this mess. You can't stop me."

"And I wasn't going to." I said, smiling softly at her. She looked at my hand, and back at me.

"Why do you do this?" she asked. "You act so different when you're with me, while with others, you're well, an asshole."

"I guess, I just don't really like them as much as I..." I stopped myself. "Well you're different. Thank you helping me, but I think I'll get myself help." I say giving her a kiss on the cheek, I walk up to my room and clean my hand in the bathroom. I can't control myself, when I'm around her. My feelings keep fucking up.