The Prince and His Pauper

Chapter 65: The Prince's Panic Attack

This can't be happening. Goddammit! Why did I have to say that?! I shouldn't have told them that. How can I let this happen?! I spent so long keeping that a secret and this. . . This boy almost got me to tell him the truth! What is it about this boy that compels me to tell him the truth all of the sudden?!

I practically told him that I was never supposed to be interested in the same sex because of my background! Thankfully, I didn't tell him that because then everything would be ruined. With or without my lost memories, I know better than to tell Cassiel my secret. I don't even want to even think about what could happen if it got out that I was a prince and was quite possibly dating him. I already have enough on my plate with the newfound information Cassiel has provided for me. I don't need the enormous stress that would surely follow if I had slipped up and revealed my true identity to him.

"This is a disaster. . ." I muttered to myself as I take a deep breath in. My heart was racing after I left Cassiel in the classroom and it didn't help that my head was pounding from emerging memories coming and going in flashes.

The moment I was in the hallway, I ran to the nearest exit so I could get some fresh air. I tried to breathe in a steady rhythm but it did nothing to calm me down. Everything Cassiel told me came rushing back to me along with some memories that I couldn't fully comprehend because they left just as instantly as it came. With the memories appearing one second and disappearing the next, it shouldn't have surprised me that I would get a splitting headache from this.

"¿Esté es el muchacho que causó una escena en la junta, no?" That was my father's voice, but who is he talking about? (This is the boy who caused a scene at the meeting, isn't it?)

"Es él, pero no sabe nada. Por favor, dejalo en paz. Lo estas poniendo nervioso." My voice replies back to him and I sounded a little upset. (He is, but he doesn't know anything. Please, leave him alone. You're making him nervous.)

"Debería estar nervioso. Si me entero que él o sus padres planean involucrar los abogados—" My father began to threaten when he was interrupted by me. (He should be nervous. If I find out that he or his parents plan to involve lawyers—)

"No lo van hacer. ¿Podemos a tener una buena cena y discursar esto más tarde?" I plead with him, though I still don't know who we talked about. (They won't. Could we have a nice dinner and discuss this later?)

That was just one of the many memories I could hear clearly before it vanished and another set of voices replace it. In one instance, I see Cassiel laying on top of with his eyes closed. I think he was taking a nap on me? But how could that be? I would never allow Cassiel to sleep on top of me at home. Unless we weren't at my house? That is a high possibility since any of the servants at home would have told Father about us. Even the sight of Cassiel entering my room would be enough for Father to suspect we are together.

Wait, did I say we are together?! I thought immediately which only made my headache worse than before. My vision began to blur and I fumbled to get my phone out. Everything was black for a second because the loud clattering of my phone dropping to the ground helped me regain my vision. This blackout just proved that I couldn't stay at school anymore and quickly called Sebastian.

"My prince?" Sebastian's voice answers on the very first ring.

"P-pick me up. . . Now. . ." I struggle to say as my heart beat was accelerating. What is happening to me right now?

"My prince, tell me what is happening in exact details." Sebastian orders in that calm tone he usually has whenever he's in his doctor mode.

"M-my heart. . . it's beating faster a-and. . . my head hurts. . . I think. . . I think I saw some memories?" I explain while another flash of a memory pops up.