When a prince is a murderer

Chapter six

I hadn't seen Kaver for six days and I'm pretty sure I was starving to death,  I had only had two showers over the six days.

All I can recall eating or drinking is milk,  and when I ran out I just sat on my couch.

I haven't slept much and I feel like I'm about to die,  if this is what I get for saying something I'm not planing in saving my self.

I feel like he has something to do with it,  like he's made me even shittier than I would be but oh well,  I'll be dead soon so it's fine.

Right now I'm just sitting on my couch,  debating weather or not I should go toilet.

It's the morning of the seventh day and I think I might go soon.

Just as I mumble something to my self there is a bang on my door,  I slowly get up,  creeping towards it,  my baggy pants and singlet with no bra messy and stinky.

I open it, hoping it's the mail man but my mouth tightens as I see who it is.

"Wow,  what happened to you?  You look like you're about to die. " Nick says,  looking me up and down.

"Piss off. " I say,  looking at the ground,  wishing I was dead.

"No you selfish bitch, if you don't let me in I'll beat the shit out of you!"

I just smile and start to close the door,  just as I am I feel something hit my temple.

I look up and see his face,  red with rage and his hand out,  fist balled and muscles buldging.

"Fuck." I say as I start to feel dizzy.

"Don't think about doing anything." he yells before slapping my cheeks continuously.

I fall to the ground,  holding my arms out,  trying to block the hits but only getting my arms hit and bruised.

"Had enough slut?" He yells,  kicking me four or five times in the tummy before everything goes quite.

I can't open my eyes but I hear some very angry words coming out of someones mouth.

"Don't you fucking touch her!" there are a few hitting noises and grunting as someone other than Nick is in the room.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?  What the hell did she ever do to you?  I swear if you ever so much as think about her I'll rip your useless fucking head of and shove it up your fucking ass! Don't you ever touch her or go near her again you fucking asshole!" Someone is dropped to the ground and I wimper as something stands over me.

"Lah?" a soft yet croaky voice asks over me.

"Kaver.  I'm dying so piss off." I mumble turning over but moaning as my arm aches.

"You are not going to die on me." he says,  pulling me gently.

I open my eyes too see Nick getting up and limping out the door,  me on the couch and Kaver standing over me.

"You left me,  I was dying." I say,  looking at him.

"I'm sorry.  I have been watching you though." he says,  looking around the place.

"I have to get you food and showered and asleep." he mumbles.

"You were watching me?  You let me suffer for almost a week but you didn't do anything,  why?" I ask,  pain starting to wrap around me like a wet blanket.

"I have my reasons,  but for now,  I want to take you back to mine.  I dont trust that that fucker won't come back." I nod,  but wimper as it hurts.