I would give my soul for you

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Prince's pov

I watched as Anastasia stared out the plane window, she seemed distant ever since Christmas and everyone's worried about her. I can't really blame her since she did get raped.

"Annie?"

She turned her head and looked at me.

"You alright?"

"Prince, I'm fine."

I put my hand on her knee but she quickly swatted it off.

We landed soon after and we got on the train,  meeting Luke, Elle, Kitty, Jess and Henry.

We were all deep in conversation about the new term when Annie gripped my hand tightly.

"P-Prince." Her voice broke.

I looked over to where she was staring at and there he was.

Tyrone

Fucking

Barker

"Oi! Tyrone!" Luke jeered, beckoning him over.

He hesitantly walked over to us, avoiding eye-contact with me but looking at Anastasia.

Her eyes were glossed over. I kissed the side of her head and wrapped my arm around her protectively.

Tyrone had bruises and scars all over his face.

"Oh my god, what happened to your face?" Jess asked.

Tyrone cleared his throat.

"Tyrone got into a little accident." I interrupted him. "He should've been more careful"

"Must've been a pretty bad accident." Luke chuckled.

"Love-birds still at it, eh?" Kitty giggled, referring to Annie and Tyrone.

Anastasia gently shook her head. Henry looked over at her wearily, he knew what happened. I told him, of course with Anastasia's permission.

"Maybe it will be my turn, eh?" Kitty sneered.

"God, your such a slut!" Annie growled.

"What?" Kitty snapped.

"Do you have any fucking self dignity? Is all your interested in a relationship is just a quick shag? Fucking hell Kitty, I worry for you! I really do!"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" Kitty berated.

"Don't fucking call me a bitch! Your carrying like 7 STDs you little sket." Anastasia shouted.

Elle laughed out.

"In fact, i will fuck you up right now." Anastasia shot up.

Everyone stared at her as tears were streaming down her face. She cleared her throat and sat back down.

Tyrone placed a hand on her shoulder and she jolted out of fear.

That was it. That was fucking it.

"Don't fucking touch her, you rapist." I spat and grabbed his hair, throwing him to the floor. "If I have to beat you again, I fucking will."

Everyone stood up except from Anastasia and Henry.

All I saw was red. The screams were muffled as I punched his face over and over and over and over and over again. This time I wanted to kill him. I was going to kill him.

That was until everyone pulled me off of him.

"Prince! Prince! You can't attack people like that! Are you mental?" Luke shouted.

"He's a fucking rapist! He's an abusive, manipulative rapist."

Everyone froze.

"W-what do you mean?" Jess bit her nails.

"He fucking raped Anastasia."

Anastasia stormed out to another carriage and Elle followed after her.

"Tyrone is that true?" Luke cleared his throat.

Tyrone was barely conscious.

"Answer him, you pig!" I shouted loudly. "I know you fucking heard it!"

"Yeah." He muttered out, struggling to breathe.

Luke too started to beat him, avoiding his face as it was covered in bruises.

Luke was a strong boy, his dad was a rugby player.

Luke didn't care anymore, he beat him harder and I joined in.

Anastasia's pov

"It's alright, it's alright." Elle said soothingly as she held me in her arms as I sobbed into her shoulder.

"No! No it's not alright!" I sobbed, gripping her shoulder as if she was going to disappear.

"He can't hurt you. He won't hurt you." She kissed my forehead.

"He will! He will! He's gonna do it again!" I wept out, crying harder into her neck.

"Prince won't let him. Luke won't let him. I won't let him." Elle whispered. "I don't think he's going to be at this school for much longer."

"He can't just fucking leave, he needs an education!"

"He's going to jail. Where he belongs."

"No! No!" I sobbed more as my panic rose up.

She held me in her arms and sat me down.

"You didn't deserve that. You didn't deserve anything that he did to you."

I nodded.

I hugged her tighter, breathing in her scent. The smell you get after it's rained but sweeter.

Elle cupped my face and rested her forehead on mine as I calmed down.

"Let's stay here, yeah?"

I nodded slowly, regaining my normal breathing rate.

"So, how's your family?" Elle asked.

"They found out about Tyrone, they were pretty pissed."

"I would be pissed too."

"Yeah."

"I'm so fucking sorry I left you. I'm so sorry." Elle mumbled, holding me close.

"Thank you." I whispered into her soft hair.

We sat in silence, enjoying the peace and warmth in each other's company.

"My love?" A deep voice panted.

Prince came in with blood- covered fists and hair messy. He gave me a sympathetic look and gently took me away from Elle, holding me in his arms.

I cried silently into his chest. The crying grew more and more until I was sobbing and screaming. I screamed out all the built up anger and pain. His shirt was soaked as he stroked my head as the manic screaming turned into sobs and then soft cries and the occasional yelp. Elle stroked my back soothingly as I was comforted by the both of them.

Tyrone was knocked out cold in the other carriage.

The train stopped as we left. Some of our friends carried Tyrone to his dorm, I got a peek at his face. It was beyond unrecognisable.

I felt bad for him, maybe everyone overreacted. Maybe I overreacted. No. No! Anastasia you got hurt. You're the one in pain. Your in the pain that he caused.

That you may never heal from.

Prince wrapped his arm around my stomach and we walked to my dorm. We didn't attend classes today. Prince read books to me. Of course it would be Stephen King, Prince was a sucker for horror.

"Baby?" Prince whispered, kissing my forehead, checking if I was asleep. I shut my eyes pretending to be asleep.

He smiled sadly at me and cradled me in his arms, leading to us both falling asleep.