The Stolen Queen (On Hold)

Death at the Funeral

Derrik's POV:

This moody bitch is getting on my last nerve. Now shes crying all of a sudden. For what? She is going to be Queen of this island. And she is acting like a little glass in her isn't a price worth to pay to be with me. She better toughen up. This isn't the last time she will be hurt. And tonight at the funeral if she doesn't act like we are not madly in love in front of the people she will pay. I have to do it, so does she.

"Wash up! You smell like a fruit!" I yell at her.

"I already told you-"

"Frankly my dear," I say in a false sweet voice. "I don't give a damn." I say sternly.

She stays turned with her back to me.

"Wash up now or I will do it for you." I say wading over to her.

"I'll poke your eyes out."

"You and I both know you are not a violent person. I'm surprised you bit me earlier. That was quite bold. And try to spit in my face." I say right behind her.

"I don't care what you say. I won't comply."

"So you won't wash up, eh?" She shakes her head, refusing to face me. I reach out to her top zipper which is in the back. She isn't to smart is she? I unzip it and it is now loose on her. She is trying to hold it up and get away from me. I grab one of her arms and take the sponge and scrub her back.

"Now... would you like to do the rest?" I say in her ear.

"Yes... if you would LEAVE!"

"And what will you give me?"

"A spit in the face."

"Whatever. I'm done here anyway." I press the button for the stairs to come out and I climb up them. I grab a towel from the shelf and wrap it around my waist and walk off.

Mackenzie's POV:

Once he gets onto the elevator and leaves I pick up the sponge and clean myself. It takes me awhile before I feel comfortable enough to remove my clothes and fully wash myself. I grab a towel off the shelf and find my clothes that must of been left for me. I put them on. Still way too skimpy! The top shows my whole midriff and the skirt hugs my body. It is all really colorful. They even left some jewelry. I see some expensive gold hoops and a ankle bracelet. I put them on happily. I grab my towel and wrap it around my exposed stomach and go into the elevator. There is a little sticky note stating 'press here' on the fourth floor button. I frown and press the ground floor. I'm still going to try to escape this place.

Once I arrive on the ground floor I see Darrik staring at me chuckling.

"I knew you wouldn't follow the sticky note."

"Get me some better clothes bastard!"

"I wish I was a bastard. But anyways..That's the top teen designer here and in America. Why don't you like it?"

"Maybe because I look like a Hooker?!?"

"Well that's what you have to wear. The funeral is starting soon."

"What funeral? And if you think I will go like this I won't!" I say and press the 'close door' button. He put his hand though the doors to have them open again and steps inside.

"Floor four." He say and the elevator lifts us up to apparently... floor four. He takes me roughly by the arm then takes me out the elevator to the room I woke up in. It is huge, beautiful, and red. He leads me to the bed the pushes on both of my shoulders to sit. He walks over to the huge closet and gets out a shirt.