Living with a prince (Jimin x reader)

Last resort

It was one of the coldest days in winter. How would I know? I was in it, I was in the middle of it and my little shack of course but still. I stretch and fluff my pillow realizing I was still on the ground. I ignore that fact and try to warm up in my sleeping bag. Life had been hard. I as a mistake know it, I wasn't supposed to be born and probably ruined everything, the only reason I know this is because I read some things I wasn't supposed to. Like my mother's diary, from the day I was born I always read regret in her pages.

"Hey y|n, sweetie we need you to get up", I look at my mother from the ground and do as I'm told standing to my feat with a smile on my face. I try to smile as much as possible but sometimes it's just not there. I still forced it though.

"Morning mom", she hugs me tightly.

"Oh my poor little smiling angel. I hope you slept well",

"My lord can we just send her away already?!" I hear my dad yell from the kitchen. I always wondered why he joked constantly about getting rid of me, I always try to laugh it off as best I can but it's not easy. Nothing was ever easy for us. Money, home, love. None of it, easy would never be a word we had. Unless you count failing. Now that was easy.

"I'm sorry... sweet heart, we don't have enough", I look at her confused wondering why she was reminding me of our obvious financial issues. I had nothing to do with it, I actually helped now that I think of it. I spent hours working so we could get thus house for the winter. "I know I usually don't say things to you about our money problems this one has to do with you. We've had to make so many sacrifices and it's getting to the point where we don't have anymore. You work so hard and I admire that so much",

"I don't understand are you getting rid of my sleeping bag because if it means keeping this house than you can take it now", I say handing it to her. She shakes her head handing the sleeping bag right back to me.

"We are gonna have to sell something a little more precious and valuable. A lot more precious and valuable", I look outside the window and see a very long limo cruise it's way in front of our house parking. There looked to be a trailer in the back of it, a horse trailer. My heart sinks.

"Y-you're selling arrow? Mom you can't do that arrow helps us", she looks down guiltily.

"We're not just giving away arrow y|n. You're going with him", tears start to fill her eyes and confused I look at her.

"You mean I'm loading him up so I get to say goodbye first?"

"We can't afford you anymore y|n. We can't keep you misrable we had to do something! You're being sold, you're no longer our's", I look at her speechless as she obviously can't keep up the crying act. There was a knock on the door and I look from the door to her shaking my head rapidly, instead of listening to my crys she grabs my wrists dragging me into the living room as I try to fight my way out of it. I wasn't ready to become a slave, I knew something was up no one makes those types of jokes without meaning something. She throws me in front of a man who looked sort of like a Butler and a driver. He was much more than I thought because he took out cuffs and cuffed me faster than a blink of an eye. I didn't do anything to them. My mother only slightly looked guilty while my father didn't even bat an eye. I couldn't belive them I really couldn't. Sometimes it's hard to understand parents and grown ups decisions, but at the moment I didn't understand anything. The Butler person picked me up dragging me as I squirmed trying to get out of his strong grip.

"Mom help me!" She does nothing but throw my sleeping bag to me letting it be picked up by some other random stranger. I screamed and cried.

"We're sorry sweetie it was our last resort", it was always a last resort with me. We had to kill my pet bison to feed us, I loved that bison mainly because he was so gentle. Now he's gone. Now arrow is gone. Now I'm gone. I had a feeling this wasn't gonna go the way anyone had planned it. I scared arrow with all my loud screaming and crying, not to be mean but I hope I did. Only because  I wanted him to run so at least he could be free from the prince's grasp. I've heard so many terrifying stories about the prince and how he planned to kill of all of the children that the poor people had so the kids wouldn't have to suffer. The Butler threw me into the car slamming the door. My parents just watching me and arrow being taken away from my home, the home that I had worked so hard for. I lost so much to help my parents get that home for the winter. But now I know to them I was just a last resort.