Summer Camp

Chapter Seventy Nine

  Welcome to my house
Baby, take control now
We can't even slow down
We don't have to go out
Welcome to my house
Play that music too loud
Show me what you do now
We don't have to go out
Welcome to my house
Welcome to my house

~ My House, Flo Rida

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** Alex's POV **

"We have to go out a party," said the King.

I grimaced thinking about what had happened last time. The King saw me, and put a hand around my shoulders.

"I promised that we won't have sex," said the King, "I just want you to have a good time."

"Okay," I said timidly. I might have fun knowing that me letting loose wouldn't end in anything bad. The King grinned at me, and led me to a phone on the wall. The King picked it up, and called someone.

"Hey," said the King, "Yeah, are you up tonight."

I couldn't here the other voice.

"How long until you can start?"

"Awesome, see you soon."

The King hung up, and looked over at me, a grin on his face.

"This'll be fun," he told me, "I'll be right back."

The King left the room, leaving me alone in his chambers. I looked around the room quickly, checking for any cameras. I couldn't see any, so I walked over to the King's office. The door was open, and the lights were still on. Entering the room, I scanned the walls for anything unordinary, but nothing seemed odd. The King's desk was covered in paper's messily. It looked like he had just thrown them all over. I sat in his rollie chair, and picked up a small stack.

I looked through the papers as quickly as I could. The second page caught my eye, it looked like a note that was being passed back and forth.

'There is a rebel here.'

'Where?'

'In the castle.'

'Who is it?'

'The girl here for your toy.'

'No'

'I think she is, she's the girl who went missing after she was sold'

'Are you sure'

'Positive'

'What do you suggest we do'

'Get rid of here'

'Does Alex know that she's a rebel'

'I'm not sure'

'Can you find out?'

The last line was fresh ink and smudged at my touch. I knew that the King was talking to someone but I didn't know who. And how did that know that Cayla was a rebel. My heart sped as I thought of them taking her, and torturing her until she told them everything that they needed to know. I needed to warm her, I needed her too leave right now.

I set the papers back down as neatly as I could, and got out of his office. I left the King's chamber, and started down the stairs. Just as I got to my door, the King came up behind me.

"Eager to go aren't you," said the King, thinking I was just waiting for him.

"Yeah," I said, covering my worry. I needed to get to Cayla, I needed to protect her.

"Good because the car just got here," the King, wrapped an arm around my waist, leading me away from my room. I looked back at the door, hoping that Cayla would be okay for the night.