I would give my soul for you

39

Prince's pov

The sunlight beamed onto my face from the window as I batted my eyes open, shielding my face with my forearm. I held Anastasia closer to me and rolled over so our backs were facing each other. I grabbed my phone from the table.
6:43 am.
I groaned and shuffled out of bed. Elle was sleeping soundly in her bed. I walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. I brushed my teeth and did my hair. It was now 7:05.

Elle stomped into the bathroom with blue joggers and a oversized black t-shirt that looked a lot like Luke's.

She slightly jumped when she saw me. "Prince, good morning." She said softly, grabbing her toothbrush from the cup and squeezing a line of toothpaste onto it. She wetted the brush and began brushing her teeth.

"Good morning." I smiled, walking out to the closet to get my uniform. I had unpacked our suitcases last night. I got out Anastasia's uniform and put it out on her chair. Elle walked out of the bathroom and I walked in, locking the door and getting dressed.

I walked out and Elle was already dressed, brushing her hair and putting it into two plaits. She rolled up her skirt a bit before opening the door to leave. "Goodbye, Prince, I'm going to breakfast." She said, closing the door behind her and walking away.

It was 7:32 am. Anastasia stirred in her sleep as she slowly woke up. She sat up and smiled at me, rubbing her eyes.

"Good morning." She grumbled, rolling out of bed. "What time is it?"

"7:30." I replied, passing her her uniform.

She smiled and took off her clothes, putting on a new pair of knickers and a lace bra. I smiled and ran my hands up her waist smoothly. She giggled and cupped my left cheek, kissing me tenderly. She put on her shirt and skirt, before tying her tie and rolling her skirt a bit shorter than Elle. God, how could anyone look so beautiful?

She walked into the bathroom and brushed her teeth, and then brushed her hair. She did her makeup quickly, and grabbed my hand as we walked to breakfast. We sat down at the table with our friends.

Tyrone sat on his own at the furthest side of the canteen. He had his head down and was resting his Coke can on his black eye.

Anastasia ate a croissant silently as Luke, Elle and Henry talked.

The time was 8:23 am. Lesson time. Me and Anastasia had History with Henry. Luke and Elle had Science.

"Well, we'll see you at break, bye bye!" Elle chirped as her and Luke walked off together.

We sat at our arranged seats. I waited for the Lesson to be over, occasionally looking at Anastasia who was occasionally looking at me.

We passed notes to each other through other students and smiled when we read them.

The lesson ended soon.

"Annie!" I smiled, walking with her as she went out of the classroom. She intertwined her fingers in mine and rested her head on my shoulder. I lifted her chin and kissed her. Students smirked and giggled as we shared our intimate moment.

"Why don't we skip next lesson?" She giggled, cupping my face with her small, veiny hands.

I threw my head back and groaned. "I can't, I have Religion with my head of year!"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" She kicked a wall in anger. "I don't wanna do Maths!"

I giggled and kissed her more. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." She smiled. "I have to go, I'm gonna be late."

"Bye!" I called out, walking away.

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After the lesson ended, I walked to my dorm.

I opened the door-knob and walked in. Tyrone was laying on his bed, looking at the ceiling.

"Prince, I need to talk to you." He mumbled, looking at me.

I ignored him.

"Prince, please."

I ignored him.

"Prince!" He raised his voice.

"What!" I raised my voice louder.

"I'm really sorry. I-I am so so-"

"Would you stop fucking stuttering." I growled, slamming the closet door shut.

He swallowed thickly. "I can't explain how sorry I am and I know I deserve all the bad things that happen to me. I a, so sorry that I tried to split you and Anastasia up and I'm sorry for a-abusing her. She didn't deserve that at all." He said.

"Your right." I turned to face him. "She didn't deserve that. She has done nothing to you and you ruined her. You fucking hurt her. You fucking hurt my girl. Why did you do it, Tyrone? What on God's green earth made you want to hurt her so much?"

"I never meant to hurt her-"  he stuttered.

I punched the wall in anger "BUT YOU DID! YOU HURT HER SO MUCH! SO FUCKING MUCH!"

Tyrone began to tear up but he quickly wiped the tears before they could fall.

"I just- she was the only thing in my life that I had control over. I just wanted her for myself." He muttered.

I aggressively shook my head. "Y-you wanted her all f-for yourself." I stuttered in anger, pacing the room, running my hands through my hair aggressively. "You fucking PUSSY! She had a good fucking life before you ruined it! She was fucking happy before you ruined it! She didn't have nightmares about you before what you did to her! Fuck, Tyrone? How can you even look at yourself!?"

"I can't!" He shouted back, tears were falling out of both our eyes, mine from anger and Tyrone's from shame.
"There isn't a day that goes by where I regret everything I did to her. Not a single day."

"Oh well, well done Tyrone!" I laughed manically. "Do you want me to forgive you because you know what you did was beyond wrong!?"

"No!"

He pulled off his shirt revealing cuts and bruises all over him.

"I deserve these." He said.

"I know you do." I huffed.

"Prince, I know that whatever I do cannot excuse the vast pain and trauma I have caused but I will do one thing for Anastasia." He put his shirt back on, wetting his lips. "I'm going to leave this school, you'll never see me again, I can promise you that."

"Good." I spat. The anger suddenly grew inside of me. I felt another episode coming on. "You know what? Maybe you should just die. It would help everyone out. I mean, why are you still here? You have no friends, your parents don't love you, your a piece of shit. A worthless piece of shit. In fact, I wish you would die. I want you dead."

Tyrone looked at me numbly. "I'll do anything to make it up to you and  Anastasia. Anything."

"Then fucking kill yourself." I spat in his face, pushing him harshly onto the bed, before storming out to go see my girlfriend. 

That night,  Tyrone killed himself.