|- For Every Girl Who Thinks She's Met Her Prince-|...Well I Have...Literally. And He Has A Secret. (Chapter 14)

2 weeks 4 days and 3 hours.

That’s how long it’s been since he left. Not that I’m counting or anything…

I’ve spent the last two weeks and a bit isolated in my room. I don’t let anyone in.

Except Tess.

She always knows exactly what to say to make me feel better. I laugh as I remember what she had said the day before.

“That stupid arrogant ass! Who the hell does he think he is? Just because he’s a prince and a vampire he thinks he can do whatever he likes?? Pshhht. The jerk. Yeah, he BETTER stay away or I’ll kick his ass. Vampire or not.”

She stopped by again today, but I really didn’t feel like talking to anybody. She understood.

I’m sitting on my bed, reading a book from the humongous library.

It’s actually really good.

It’s a book about a girl who falls in love with a boy and vice versa. But it’s complicated for them, because the boy is different. Plus there’s some psycho trying to kill her. There’s a whole lot of drama, but in the end, the guys saves the girl, and they go to a dance together and probably live happily ever after.

I groan as I close the book.

I can’t help but feel a pang of jealously, for the girl. She got who she wanted.

I fling the book across the room. Then immediately feel guilty. I shouldn’t be taking my anger out on the book.

I pause and wonder if love like that really exists.

And if it does, maybe Alek and I could’ve…

I don’t let myself continue. Suddenly the room feels really small and stifling. I get up and walk out of my room. I need some fresh air. I’m outside, and against my better judgment, I walk into the forest. Yes that’s right; I walked right back into the place that almost got me killed. I keep walking and I don’t allow myself to stop. I start to think about the last time I was in here.

And how he saved me.

I quickly snap my head to the right. I heard something. I’m breathing hard, but trying my best to keep quiet.

Calm down Rayne, was probably only your overactive imagination…

I heard it again. That was NOT my imagination. But now I’m able to make out the sound…It sorta sounds like…

Crying?

I break off in a sprint and I keep running. The sound gets louder, until…

“Oh My God…”

There, lying in the middle of the forest is, a little boy. No more than two or three. He has sandy blond hair and big bright hazel eyes.

Immediately he was me he stopped crying and stood up.

“A-are you g-going to h-hit me too?”

My eyes grow wide at his question.

“No! Oh no, no, no sweetie. Where in the world did you get that…” I trail of because I only just began to notice the scars on his arms.

“Oh my…” I whisper. I go down on my knees so I’m eye level to the young boy.

“I promise you, that I will never EVER hurt you…And I will never let anyone hurt you again…Okay?”

The boy looked at me like he was unsure.

But then suddenly, he throws himself into me and buries his face in my shoulder. I smiled at him as he stuck his thumb in his mouth.

“What’s your name, sweetie?” I asked.

He slips his thumb out of his mouth to answer,

“I don’t have one.” Before slipping it right back.

My mouth opens slightly with shock.

“You don’t have one?”

He shakes his tiny head.

“Are…are you sure? Isn’t there anything people…call you?”

He scrunches up his face in the cutest little puzzled expression.

Then he nods fiercely. Once again, he removes his thumb from his mouth, and lists a large number of obscenities that I have to remind myself to tell him to never say again.

With my jaw hanging open, I blink once. Twice.

“We’ll have to think of some better names for you.” I whisper.

He shrugs and places his head back on my shoulder. As he does this, his forehead brushes against my neck which causes me to jump. He’s cold.

As I start to walk towards the palace I look down at the boy and say,

“Let’s think of a name for you now.”

I feel him nod against me.

“Hmm…Arnold?”

He quickly shakes his head against me.

“Uhmmm…Oscar.”
He shakes his head again.

“How about…Edward…or maybe Jacob?”

He seems to deliberate for a short second, but then shakes his head once more.

“Maybe…Anna.”

I feel him scrunch up his face against me.

“That’s a girl name!” he cries.

I laugh, “I guess it is…”

Then an idea hits me.

“What about…Peter Parker?”

He immediately looks up at me with his large round eyes looking completely awestruck.

“You mean like Spider-Man?!”

I nod. “Uh huh, just like Spider-Man. Unless you’d rather be Bruce Wayne like Batman or Clark Kent like Superman.”

“Waaaiiit!! How do you know all this?” He asks. “Girls aren’t supposed to know about superheroes!”

The way he said that reminds me of something…someone?

“Well, you see when I was younger I wasn’t like all of the other girls in my class. All the other little girls wanted to be Fairies and Ballerinas; I wanted to be a Superhero.”

He breaks out into a huge smile almost too big for his face. My answer seemed to satisfy him.

“Uhmmm…I…uhm…I think I’ll be Spider-Man. At least just for today.”

I smile, “Okay Peter Parker. Let’s go home.”

“Home?” he asks hopefully.

“Home.” I whisper back.