Princess Carlile (Austlan Cashby)

Chpt 8: Please Stop!

Austin’s P.O.V. (14 years old)

How am I supposed to be everything they expect me to be when I feel so alone?  I have no one to make me feel loved. No friends or family to lean on, and I can barely stand myself, so who else is there. My father hates me but as much as I want to say that I hate him too, I can’t. I just want to feel loved once again. I want to be accepted once more and feel like a son who is making his father proud but we’ll be real. That’ll never happen. The last person I felt real love from was my body guard Tony. But, when I turned 10 he left never to be seen again. He followed me everywhere making sure I was okay and everything was taken care of. He was only a few years older than me but I still appreciated him for what he made me feel.

Like the time I tired climbing a tree to tie a swing for myself and Jen. I was too small to reach a certain branch but slipped in the proses. When I fell Tony had grabbed me saving me from plummeting to the earth. I only managed to have a few scratches but at that moment I felt like I couldn’t do anything for myself. I began to cry holding onto him telling him I couldn’t complete that little of a task and when I looked up at him he gave me a warm smile that told me it would be alright. “Austin, in order to make yourself better you’re going to have to fail at some things but it doesn’t define who you are. You got to keep trying over and over again. I know you can do it because I’ve seen you climb that tree a million times. Just try again. I believe in you.” It was moments like that where Tony made even a little situation like that make me feel like I wasn’t worthless or an poor excuse of a human. If it had been my father there, he wouldn’t have caught me and told me to try again while giving me a warm smile. Tony made me feel like I was worth something at that young of age but when he left, I fell apart. My whole demeanor changed.

And so here I am in my current position in my room trying to figure out who I am, what I want to become, and figure out how to fix all of this. My mother won’t step in to protect me or take my side whenever my father and I fight. Jen won’t say a word unless it’s needed. And I feel so alone and because of this it makes me want to be a rebel. Not going to school, messing around with my father, destroying things that a peer citizen could get beheaded for.  I feel no regret but it was because I had nothing to lose. I was a useless human that should have never been born.

As time went on I realized that I could never fix my relationship with my father, mother, cousins, or kingdom. I was a dead beat who wanted to feel loved again. Who destroyed everything he had just to get attention, who realized he was different than everyone in his Kingdom. I was gay, I became a faggot, one of the deadly sins in God’s eyes and I can’t do a thing to change it. I continued being my rebellious self, agitating my father, getting in trouble in school, and wishing to feel loved once again.

I wanted to feel loved again like how Tony made me feel loved. He made me feel protected, not afraid to get dirty, be a man, made me feel like it was okay to be myself but all of that is in the past. It’ll never come back.

3rd Person P.O.V.

Red. Red walls, red glass painted window, red blood sprawled all around the room. Chains clenched a boys wrists leaving bruises on them. His bones were weak, clothing torn, and he was short of breath. He knew the man was going to come back and wasn’t looking forward to it. In his estate, he needed to heal be ready to fight but there was no way that’ll happen as long as he was chained up to this wall in the Kings dungeon. His men would to be here soon. He couldn't last another day here. But he keep fighting to stay alive for Austin, for them. That damn king who I use to lookup to deserve to be beheaded himself, to be torched the way he’s torching me, and how he’s torched Austin the past ten years since I left. His father must die.' Thought the boy.

>>> 

The man with a large beard and long red and gold suit was seen pacing back and forth with regret, anger and evil all over his face. A middle aged woman whom had a red silk dress that dragged behind her when she walked stood behind watching her once lover with a look of despair. The large man had dried blood stains on his clothing and hands. Sweat was sprouting out of his face as he continued pacing. It wasn't until he stopped to look out a large window in the room when his mistress spoke. "How many?" She asked in a quiet voice looking down at the ground.

"What?" He asked turning around to face her.

This time she spoke with a slight conference. "How many have you killed?" She looked up to her so called loving King with a aggression in her eyes and a tone full of hate, "How many have died from your hands?"

He turned his back gripping the frame of the window looking out past the kingdom walls then said. "Not enough."

"Not enough?!" She asked un crossing her arms and storming up behind him. "You're going to kill more innocent people, the people who are supposed to love us and who we are supposed to look after to make the best for them. You're going to kill more of them?!"

"If they want to prove that they love me enough to do what I say and not turn against me they must give me their lives. I am their God. The must worship me and every choice I make."

The Queen was shocked with what vomit was spewing out of his mouth. "What God would ever do this to his people? You are no God but just the devil himself!" She was taken back on the confidence she grown wishing she had kept quiet.

"You dare say these words?" He turned to her with an expression almost like a ballistic wild animal full of rage. "YOU DARE DISHONOR ME LIKE YOUR WORTHLESS CHILDREN!?" He launched forward grabbing her by her neck throwing her with a great amount of force hitting her head against the wall.

His grip on her neck tightened the more agitated he became. "I am God and I do know what is best for my people. The ones who've died were the ones who couldn’t fulfill that small of a task. The ones who will die in the next coming hours will die for me, in my name, to honor their Almighty God, King Carlile! And you dare speak of me this way! You should be beheaded for this my so called Queen. A name you will never be deemed of."

The Queen tried speaking but the Kings  grip on her made it impossible. She had been turning bright red from lack of oxygen circulating in her lungs.  He continued yelling at her almost suffocating her with the amount of rage he had within him.

“Guards!” He called forth finally letting go of the Queen. She gasped for air lying helplessly on the floor. “Get up” he demanded but the queen didn’t have enough strength to do so. The king crouched to the ground grabbing her by her hair. “I said ’get up’” he slithered in her ear. She continued struggling to get air as he stood her up.  

“Tell the Village that all men must come to the castle. War between the Kingdom of Cat Tails and us will be approaching soon. Tell all of them that they must protect me or else I’ll kill them myself.”

He began storming away as the queen began to yell for the guards not to do as they were told. She tried getting the King to think right but his high headed ego made it hard for him to see the truth. “Just let Austin go. Let him leave!” She cried as the King dragged her along behind him by her hair. “Let Alan take him. Let my children go! Please Love! Let them go!”

He had it with her foolish words closing her mouth with his hands to cover up her cries. “It seems as if I’m the fool here to marry such a disgraceful woman who bared me with inconceivable children. I regret all of it! Marring you and not killing Austin and Jenna when I had the chance to. Well Guess what! You’ll be reunited with them never to be seen again!” By this time the two headed up the tower both Austin and Jenna were kept in. The queen continued crying as the king trotted up the stair case. The king was filled with fury and once he opened the door, a boy with a light pink dress had flown out knocking down the king along with the queen.

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Yeah I have no clue what i'm doing...i'm just writing stuff that makes no sense. Sorry for the miss spelling.