Rebel Lies

Chapter 3; Crying

"Not him again" I thought to myself when I reached the corridor to my room. I had just barely composed myself when I'd seen him. Annoyingly taller than me, with messy black hair, piercing amber eyes and a very defined jawline that by any means would have girls drooling over him, oh wait they already were.
" Athena!" he said a bit too enthusiastically for me. Why won't he just let me be, he's the prince doesn't he have stuff to do?!
" oh...hi...y-your h-highness " I said timidly as I bowed. He was still holding my bag like he had refused to give it to the guards. My problem with him is that he is too ... I don't know...jumpy?
" Bass. Call me Bass" he said a bit more seriously now " anyways come on, why don't you get the guards to open the door so I could set down this heavy thing?"
I widened my eyes with an 'oh' and got the keys from the guard and fiddled with the keys for a while before hurriedly opening the door. I hated acting this way, I wanted to kill him as he walked so brazenly into the room dropping the bag on the bedding. I wanted to punch the smile off his face. I swallowed, calm down, breathe, you won't be able to do anything if you fail so early.
" why so nervous?" He asked. " I don't bite" he continued with a chuckle. Maybe he doesn't bite but I definitely do.
" I'm not" and I almost glared at him but caught myself. I realized at that moment that I said it forcefully something I shouldn't be doing at all. I swallowed, I was done for. His eyebrows perked up like he was wondering how crazy I was to speak up to the prince. So much for calling him Bass, that two faced jerk. " Feisty. What happened to all the shyness? Or was it all an act?" He said with a chuckle, which surprised me. He sure likes to play with his prey for a while doesn't he?! I would have thought more about punching him if he hadn't said " act" at that moment. God, I hated him. He was clearly joking, but I couldn't help feeling threatened by what he said. I've been raised to doubt everything, and even though it helped a lot in the past years, right now it wasn't doing me any favours. I just covered my mouth trying to hide how stupid I was. This guy is guy is getting on my last nerve.
" wow tigress is pretty bipolar" he chuckled again.
Was he trying to kill me?! If he goes on with those annoying nicknames, he won't be able to feel his mouth soon enough. Me! Bipolar! But I'm not dumb, if he sees me as bipolar then that means I'm not doing job good enough. I grit my teeth as I force the next words out of my mouth and bowed quickly.
" I'm s-s-sorry, y-your highness" I loathed myself sucking up to him like that but I could t fail the mission before it even started.
" FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME ITS BASS" he says practically shouting. I cowered away a bit but internally I was revelling in this little triumph. I held my ground, and did as I should, and I got a reaction and not just A reaction I found a weakness. Prince Sebastian Marcus Dominic Of The Kingdom Of Amal had a temper, and a very bad one at that. I couldn't help revelling at this success, he got it from his father but if he EVER becomes king everyone will live in fear for four years. The new monarch is to be chosen at the same ceremony as I was to be presented newly into the court.

I had been so lost in thought that I almost had not paid attention to the prince's sudden change in expression. It was the most appalling change I had ever seen, moments after his tantrum his skin got painfully pale, his mouth was agape and his eyes full of guilt and horror. I wonder if it's because I cowered away and went on with the act or if I would have a different fate if I had retorted at him. However long I wanted to ponder on that, I focused on the now, the present, trying to calculate what to do next. I wanted him out of the room so I could properly talk to my boss...yuk but had to be done... and to recollect myself...again. If he looked taken aback by what he had done then surely showing more terror would make him more guilty forcing him to run away, right? I was never good at connecting complex emotions together, they were a mess and hit too close to home, this didn't seem too complex though, at least I hope it wasn't. I could control my emotions, I could fake emotions and entire people but their deepest selves was beyond me. Partly because I would break tying to control the whirlwind of emotions that would inevitably engulf me as I locked away that part many years ago and this mission was already too close to the locks as it is so I didn't want to read any deeper into this.
As I refocused on him, I noticed him trying to get closer to me, trying to calm the terrified person he saw cowering in front of the door. He was trying to find the words to apologize but before he could say anything I jumped out of his bearing reach and into a corner. I wanted to leave the doorway open for him to run away when he feels the guilt engulfing him.
He looked hurt himself when I jumped but I ignored the tiny spark of empathy that I felt in my chest, now wasn't a time for any emotions other than determination on the inside and fear on the outside. As he closes in I keep backing up along the side of the wall. In spite of that, he doesn't run away ... yet. He keeps powering on in a slightly slower pace. So I decided to take a risk. I knew I had to fake tears to get him shaken enough to leave, but... tears always threatened more out. They brought memories I keep locked up so I could live life without wanting to stop breathing. I swallow as I remember the last time I fake cried... I had started training when I was young to use my talent to control the situation when scourging for food. Tears had the most effect on merchants and people in general. I was having a hard time trying to convince a man into giving me a few turkey limbs and so I fake cried. I thought I could do it without breaking because I was so desperate we hadn't found food for a while. I had been growing, my child-like features beginning to morph into a woman's. Starting to cry was the easy part, stopping was the hard part. Memories and dreams mix together like weaving a tapestry of pain. Ophelia had to come and take me back to HQ because I wouldn't stop. The guy gave her the turkey limbs at the end but I could never shake off that memory.

I needed to get Sebastian out of my room. I knew it was what I needed and he was coming dangerously close. When are you going to give us that update, or did you fail already? The message flashed across my eyes. I swallowed. I needed to get him out. Now. I just needed to cry enough to get him out of the room. Hold myself together until he left. Hang on to reality enough for him to leave and not stay longer. I summoned the tears. Memories started flooding back and I gasped. NO. I can't let them control me, not yet. I covered my eyes quickly. But sobs still escaped. My feelings were a tornado and I had no idea if he left or not. I thought I was stronger than this. I AM. I tried to listen to him. I couldn't hear anything, I had failed, my grip on reality was leaving me...My sobs grew even deeper as I blamed myself for this.

I heard a bang. My head snapped up. He wasn't there anymore. I didn't know what to do. Suddenly my mind blanked. I did not feel relief that he left. I did not continue crying. I swallowed the memories almost took me over again but I stopped myself. Barely. He was out. Crying was no longer needed I reminded myself. I swallowed hard. Get over it Athena! They're gone and there's nothing you could do besides getting revenge. I sighed as I wondered if that would help. I learned to busy myself when I was younger to keep the memories at bay, and right now I was regretting that. Every book I read, every movie I watched, said that revenge never was the answer. But my life isn't a fairytale or a script now is it?

With my renewed courage and determination, I promised myself I am NOT going to let him set me off again. I was not going to fail. And I was definitely getting my revenge. I lightly touched my earring, and I heard the call connecting to the boss as the little phone icon in the corner of my vision appeared.
" finally decided to grace me with the information?" He said and I could just hear the smirk, ugh how I hated him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: I'm sorry it took so long to get this chapter out, also I know that nothing much happens in here but it gets much more interesting later on I promise. Next chapter should be much more interesting. Also the chapter is taking a lot more than I thought it would. The next one , this one and the last we're supposed to be just one but it's stretching a lot more than I anticipated.
Also constructive criticism is welcome!