The Prince and the Thief

Chapter Fourteen

"Please just kill me." My father shoved me into my old bedroom and I stumbled onto the ground.

"You're a disgrace Kellin. I knew you were into men. I never thought you would act on it like the little whore you are."

"What are you going to do with Vic?" He laughed darkly.

"The boy you let put his dick in your ass. He'll hang." I stood up to try and hit him but he just back handed me. "Just like everyone of those gypsy filth. Especially your lover and your mother."

"They're nice dad! Maybe you would understand that if you took the time out to get to know them." His face softened. His dark black hair with gray little strands was pushed away from his face.

"You're right son. Tonight at dinner I'll bring your friends up." He walked out of the room and I was left alone with my aching body. I was sprawled on the ground. I didn't want to move. I wanted to talk to Vic and tell him that I wasn't in this with my dad.

"Kellin. It's time for dinner." One of my half siblings said through the door. "Dad says to change into some other clothes." I slid on some of my old clothing. This was horrible. I was back to my old life when my new life was so close I could reach out for it. I sat in my old chair at the long dining room table. I looked around for my friends at the camp.

Suddenly two of the guards pinned my arms to the chair's armrests. My breathing picked up when Vic was pushed into the room with a cloth wrapped around his mouth to keep him from speaking. The rest of the gypsies were brought up with chains around their ankles and wrists. My eyes returned to Vic who was looking back at me. He closed his eyes, looking down at the ground. My father titled Vic's head up to look at him.

"Bow to your king." Vic narrowed his eyes. "Louis. Bring me the present for the gypsy scum." One of his sons handed him one of the whips my father keeps. "What was his name again?" My bottom lip quivered.

"Vic." I said as quietly as possible. My dad smirked down at Vic.

"Take his shirt off." Vic had his shirt ripped off by one of the guards. I cringed as the whip cracked against the floor. I broke away from the men holding me to stop my dad from hitting Vic.

"Please don't hurt him!" I received a hard punch across the cheek that sent me to the ground in front of Vic.

"You spoke, kill one."

"No!" My father grabbed me by the collar and shoved me in front of the group of gypsies. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, bringing my head up to meet the people I believe is my true family.

"Now you get to pick one."

"Please. I can't." He tightened his grip on my hair and I let out a little whimper.

"Do it or I'll kill them all. Right now." I looked around at the gypsies in the room. Marike pointed to himself and I shook my head. "Skin them all."

"Don't. Please. I'll choose I swear." Marike mouthed for me to please pick him. I hesitantly pointed towards him. They unlocked him from the chains, bringing him forward.

"Es un honor morir por ti. No dejes que mi muerte sea en vano. Good luck Kellin."(It is an honor to die for you. Do not let my death be in vain.) I looked away as a knife was shoved into his chest. My dad held my chin and tried to force me to watch my friend die. They dragged Marike's body out of the room with trail of blood behind him.

"What did he say?" I felt the tears pouring down my cheeks.

"I don't know." I was trying to stop my father's hands from smacking and hitting everywhere on my body. "No father please."

"Hey asshole. Stop beating your kid." My father let go of me. He glared at Vic who had got the cloth out his mouth.

"How did you get that out of your mouth?"

"You're a fucking coward. He's defenseless." Vic held his head high defiantly as my father picked up the whip again. He bit his lips when the whip went across his skin. "That's all you got."

"Take the others back to the prison. Keep Kellin here." A guard held me while I watched Vic get hurt over and over again. When my dad was done, he left Vic and I in the dining room.

"V-V-Vic?" I knelt down next to Vic. I untied his hands. He slipped his hand into mine, propping himself on his elbows to be able to sit up. He brushed his fingers across my cheek.

"Are you okay Kell?"

"No." I broke down in the crook of his neck. "I-I-I thought y-you were going-g-g to hate me."

"I did. I was waiting down there cursing your name but..... I was too in love with you to care. And when you came forward to help me, I knew you truly cared about me too. Or you're just playing a good game." I held his face in my hands.

"I would never do that. I love you. I'm sorry." I had a loud sob come out of my mouth. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I didn't want anyone to get hurt. I shouldn't be with you. I could only get you hurt." His face fell but he pushed it to the side.

"I completely agree with you. My heart doesn't agree but my brain does." He pulled me into a soft kiss. "I love you too." He glanced around the room to check that we were truly alone. "I need you do something for all of us."

"What?"

"We need you to kill your father." I shook my head quickly.

"I can't. I mean, he's still my dad."

"He beats you, kills innocent people and you can't kill him?" I shrugged.

"I can't kill anyone. No matter what they do to me." Some guards came in and lifted Vic from the spot he was in. He hissed in pain.

"Then I'll do it. Bye Kellin." I wiped the tears off my face while a guard dragged me back into my room. I heard the door lock behind me. I curled on the middle of my bed. I was sobbing quietly before I fell asleep.