I would give my soul for you

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Prince's pov

I couldn't sleep. I was so angry.

Anastasia woke up around 9 am and we watched Netflix until 11 am.

"Annie, I'm so sorry, I should have noticed." I sighed, kissing her temple.

She stayed silent, fiddling with my rings.

"Darling, I have to tell our parents." I whispered. Her head immediately shot up.

"No! No!" She panicked.

"It's alright. They need to know though, what are you afraid of?"

"What if I get in trouble?" She said.

"You aren't in any trouble. I promise."

She gave a weak smile and hugged my chest.

"Do you want to tell them?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"When should we tell them?"

"Best get it over with." She sighed getting up.

Me and her walked down the stairs as Nicole, Harper, Robin and George were at the kitchen. Harper and George were far away from each other. I think Harper was only there to drop of some wine or something.

Anastasia nodded as she sat down on the table.

Fuck. How do I tell them?

"Excuse me?" I mumbled.

"Good morning, darling!" My mother hugged me and kissed my head.

"Good morning. There is something I have to tell you all..." I sighed. I looked back and Anastasia looked like the was going to burst into tears at any given moment.

"Anastasia has been dating a boy." I said as George slammed his bourbon down on the Island.

"Is this true?" He badgered.

Anastasia nodded weakly.

"And it didn't really end well." Well done Prince! This is going fucking great.

"What do you mean 'it didn't end great?'" Harper asked, walking over to me.

"Which boy?" George spat.

"Tyrone Barker." I answered.

"Oh! Your friend, I like that boy." My mum smiles as she chops cucumbers.

"Mum, you shouldn't like him." I said, trying to remain calm.

"What the fuck did he do?" George growled.

"He-" I choked up.

"Did he hurt my daughter?" George snarled.

"George, calm down." My father sighs.

"Im not going to ask you again Prince. Did he or did he not hurt my daughter?"

Anastasia was in tears. My heart broke for this girl.

"ANSWER ME, GOD DAMN IT!" George smashes his bourbon glass across the room. Everyone flinched. George loves Anastasia more than anything in the world. He would destroy the universe to protect her.

I think there is only one person who has worse anger issues than me. And that is George Quinn.

My silence said it all.

"What. Did. He. Do?" George growled.

"He-he abus-"

"Jesus Christ stop fucking stuttering, I thought we were done with that shit!" George interrupted me.