The Low-Class Prince Charming

Chapter 30

Sky lay like a broken rag doll on the floor, looking up at the stars staring down from above her as she tried to keep her breathing as shallow as possible in an attempt to ease the pain she felt in her chest.

"Are you finished?" she heard the voice of the leader ask the others. She heard a single pair of footsteps approach her; she assumed it was the leader after the others had answered affirmatively to his question.

She was right.

As she stared unblinkingly up at the night sky, a face blocked her view as a figure leaned over her. Although she couldn't identify the masked face in the lighting, the eyes with a lack of feeling inside them were unmistakable.

Suddenly something wet landed on her cheek and she thought for a second that it had started raining; it was only when the man above her chuckled that she realised he'd just dropped a blob of spit onto her face. The rage she felt despite the situation was immediate, but she lacked any strength to do anything so she just continued to lie in silence with the rage bubbling inside her.

"Just think that every time you've beaten up one of my men, this is what they felt like. This is years of payback right here, served and dished up just for you."

Those were clearly meant to be his last words as the leader was just about ready to turn and leave with his gang when a weak chuckle from Sky stopped him in his tracks. "Payback? A group of grown men against a teenage girl? You're all a bunch of weak cowards," she said as loud as her body would allow her to.

Sky was unable to continue her insults when a sudden foot was thrust down on her unprotected stomach, her opened winter jacket not protecting her from the blow which caused an expulsion of wind to carry any remaining words out of her mouth in silence.

"You really need to learn when to keep that mouth of yours shut," he sneered as he removed his foot. "Or your tongue might be our next victim."

The leader was about to turn to leave for good when Sky attempted to make a last lunge at the man from the ground to show that this wasn't over. Unfortunately, all she managed to grab was a glove which slid off his hand and ended up being pulled down with Sky's fist.

The leader scoffed as he forcefully pulled his glove back out of Sky's clenched fist, but not before she got a good glimpse of his hand; her eyes widened at what she saw. "If you think I'm leaving my glove with you, think again. I'm not an amateur," he said.

As the leader left with his glove in hand, Sky looked after him. She couldn't believe that out of all people and places, she would have met that evil man here. That she would have willingly bowed to him. That he even let her live.

With the last of her strength that her anger gave her, Sky grabbed for her phone.

For some strange reason, Mason couldn't help but feel uneasy. He hadn't heard anything from Sky's room all night which was unusual; normally he'd at least hear the scraping of a chair if not the music that she would play.

He took out his phone and shot her a quick text – the content was unimportant, but he knew she'd respond even if it was laced with sarcasm.

And he waited.

But nothing came.

He frowned; Sky was always with her phone. Was she sleeping?

Deciding to put his mind at rest, even if it meant getting on Sky's bad side, he got up with his phone in hand and made his way towards her room, giving it two short knocks.

Again, he waited. And again, nothing happened.

"Mason?"

He looked towards his right and saw one of the maids standing at the top of the stairs, giving him a questioning gaze. "Is everything alright?" she asked.