The Dark King and his Queen

F O R T Y F I V E || On the move

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"and i tried to shed my skin to rid myslf of scars but they were carved into my bones too."

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Katherine's Pov

Yesterday was fucking wild.

After the call with Joey, I had a breakdown?

I don't think that shit was break down, you had a murder episode

Well whatever the fuck that was, it happened and Ashton had to 'calm me down' like I'm some fucking animal.

Againㅡ

Shut up, I know.

Ashton and I haven't left the room since yesterday. They brought us food and some drinks because I wasn't ready to come out yet.

We spoke about how I felt, how I really felt about this situation. And not just how I felt about finding Joey but risking everyone's lives to find him. There's so many risks involved with this, one of us could die!

Max is already suffering because of me, I refuse have anyone else suffer like that. What they did to Max is unbelievable, his heart is too pure for this world.

I think they manipulated him, they made him think they're going to protect whatever the hell he wants to protect but in return he needs to be their slave. Their little punching bag.

They're going to kill him if this goes on any longer, he won't be able to survive all those beatings. I can only hope he does though..

"You finish packing Kat?"Ashton asked me as he put his arms through his t-shirt holes

I nodded my head before picking up my backpack. He picked up his and we exited the room together, the rest were waiting outside for us. They were packing the car and getting ready to leave.

Each of us packed one bag for our clothes and another for our weapons. We're going to one of Joey's hideouts and getting some answers.

I need answers as to where Joey is, I'm desperate on finding Max. It feels as if my crown is slowly falling off, I don't feel like a queen anymore.

I feel worthless, pathetic and stupid.

I thought Max was the bad guy, I thought he was working for Joey but he wasn't. Max is just a kid that wanted to protect something he loved and now he's paying the price.

This is my fault, if only I had taken better care of Max and been extra careful then he wouldn't have been taken. I knew someone was going to get hurt. Someone always does.

At least he's not dead, right? He might've been laying there unconscious but he's not dead and I'm thankful for that. If that kid were to die, all hell will break loose.

But he won't die though, Max is a strong kid

Yeah I know but you can't always be strong, it gets tiring and sometimes you just want to give up.

It's almost as if you're carrying the world on your shoulders, we're too young to even know how that feels but we do. I didn't have time to act like my age, I wasn't privileged enough to enjoy my childhood.

You know how shitty that is, I've never understood what it feels like to be loved. To have someone kiss me on the forehead before I go sleep, to wake up with my moms hugs or kisses. I don't know what that feels like.

But Max will, I'll make sure he does. Once I get him out of there, out of everything, he'll be spoiled rotten. There won't be a day that goes by where he's not being told how much we adore him, he'll live a good life with us.