The White Rose

Bipolar much?

HELLO THERE MY FELLOW READERS :) I hope you like this chapter , and i also wanted to say that i’m looking for a cast , any suggestions??

Here’s the chapter! 

***Asher’s POV***

            We walked to my hide-out , hand in hand. Her hand felt so right in mine. From the corner of my eye , I saw her looking confused , and worried. Was there something wrong? Did I do something wrong? I became irritated , waiting for her to tell me what was wrong.

              I heard her ask “ What day is it?” I was slightly surprised , but answered her. “ It’s April 1951, why do you ask?” She stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes widened , and she started to cry. Was she sick? I went close to her , but as I took a step forward , she took one back. She bumped into the tree , immobile. I took that as my chance , and went closer , until my face was inches away from hers . She refused to look me in the eye , so , I took my hand , and pulled her chin up until her eyes were locked on mine. We stayed like that , not moving away. She tried to move , but I left my iron grip on her. Finally I asked her , “Why were you crying?” She started to sob , and I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my arms around her , and pulled her close to my body. She sobbed into my neckline. She stopped , and inhaled my scent. I forgot to put perfume on! Oh God! She probably thinks I’m a dirty person! I’ve been walking for ages , I’m sweating , I reek of a disgusting smell , she probably ha-

         “ you smell nice , like pine trees and fresh air.” She interrupted me. I was relieved ! I mean i’ve heard that i smell nice from other woman , but I don’t know why I was worried about how I smelt around her . Could she be the one ? If she is , I’m determined to keep her safe from my father .  I’m mean to people who disobey me, and punish them very, very badly. I do have a BIG temper , especially when people annoy me . But I’m not as bad as my father.

              An idea popped into my head. I abruptly turned and headed for the castle.  I’ll take her and claim her as my slave , that will keep her safe, at least for a while.

           “Where are we going?” she asked. I answered her truthfully “ The  castle.” I stopped an started to explain to her , “ You see I am the prince of…………… the land , and my father , the king , isn’t as nice as me. I’m going to take you , from now on you call me master , and you are my slave . You do not speak unless spoken to , and you do not look anyone in the eye,  am I clear?” I din’t want to sound so mean , but , to pass the act , she will have to think she is an actual slave. “ Am I clear?” I asked a little harsh . She flinched , and quickly nodded. “ Good , now follow me.” I let go of her hand , missing the heat radiating from her . She followed silently , looking at the ground . I guess she was a good listener .We reached the castle entrance, and I silently prayed ( which I haven’t done since I was 7 years old) that my father would believe this act.

      ***Rose’s POV***

     Was he bipolar ? What’s wrong with him ! One minute he’s comforting me , the next he’s calling me his slave? I flinched when he raised his voice to me . I was utterly scared of him. Will he kill me if I disobey him? I didn’t take my chances and nodded.

                We reached a HUGE castle . Are we in a fairytale? Is this really real , or a figment of my imagination ?? The prince , or as I call him now , my master , talked to the guard at the gates and let us through. He picked me up , and in a flash , I was in this black and red room. I was surprised, how could any human go that fast??  There was a huge door to the right of the room , a black bed with blood red comforters . There were two windows , and a balcony to the left of the room . A black carpet on the floor . The floor was a dark brown wood .  

             I was angry that he picked me up without telling me . I tore away from him and backed away , until I hit the wall. He walked to me , and I refused to give up . What did I have to lose ? My family is probably dead by now, what’s the point of living?? He walked , until he reached in front of me . I didn’t look at him , so I stared at his black shiny shoes . His hands grabbed my face roughly , and pulled it to face him. 

               He said “ You will not move , unless I tell u to , understood?” I didn’t give up so I answered him . “ Yes , my monster.” He deserved it ! Kidnapped , then becoming his slave , wasn’t on my ‘to do’ list . Anger crossed his face , and before I knew it , I was thrown to the other side of the room . I hit the wall , and couldn’t breathe properly . He appeared in front of me , and picked me up from my throat. “ Say that again , I wasn’t listening.” I clawed at his hand until he finally let go . “ I said , YES MY MONSTER!” And I slapped him HARD. Well I think it was hard because my hand started to swell . His face moved to the side . When he turned his face back to me , his eyes were a blazing red . I was slightly scared . Well, who am I kidding , I was pissing my pants ! He took my wrists , and pinned them above my head . He sniffed my neck for a while , then moved up to my jaw and said in a dark voice into my ear “ If you want to keep that hand , I suggest you don’t do that again .” He let go and I fell to the floor . There was a sudden pain in my chest and I went unconscious .  

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