Sue
I did quick calculations while staring at the distance between the window and the ground. It was quite high and I'd injure myself if I chose to jump that far. The second option I had was to try using the bedsheets I could find in the wardrobe, but the problem was that people on the lower floor might notice the bedsheets dangling over their windows and might alert some guards that way, and that wasn't what I needed right now. What I needed was something that would bring me any sort of attention.
The tree beside this room's window was quite far than I'd have liked, because if it was closer, I'd have just walked into the tree than climbed down. But now, the only option I had was jumping from my window onto the nearest tree branch with the hope that I wouldn't miss it by half an inch.
Instead of doing that instantly, I decided to wait about an hour, hoping that by this time, the guards won't be at a high alert around my room like I was certain they already are.
When I finally jumped out of the window, my heart flew into my throat and I had to stop myself from screaming from fright. I ended up missing the branch I was eying, but I ended up catching another branch which prevented me from falling, but I was breathing so hard because it had been so close.
I pulled myself up the branch and sat on it, trying to catch my breath even more. But as soon as I sat on said branch, it gave a churning loud crack, and all I could do was to let out a panicked cry, right before the branch broke into two and sent me falling.
The tree branches hit me in different ways and my arms got scratched by the leaves before I finally managed to catch onto another branch at the last moment, else I'd have fallen face first to the ground.
However, the whole ruckus ended up alerting the guards and I let out a curse as I stared down at them. The guns they had draped over them were pointed at me.
"Get off this instant else we'd shoot. At the count of three!"
There was no time for me to attempt explaining myself. I hurried off the tree and fell the rest of the way, but the distance wasn't a lot any longer so the fall didn't injure me, aside from knocking the wind out of me.
About a dozen guns were pointed right at me by the guards who were now surrounding me, but as I carefully sat up, a wave of pain shot through my head, making me instantly clutch it.
"Who are you and where the hell are you from?" One of them thundered but before I could even respond, a different person cursed before hurriedly pulling his gun back.
"Holy shit, guys, it's the girl who accompanied Prince Damon back!"
A few seconds passed, and then the guards all put their guns away at once. They regarded me wearily and it was clear that they were confused, and I couldn't blame them because I was also still confused.
They didn't bother asking me any more questions. Instead, two of the guards helped me up and began to lead me around the palace, through the same entrance Damon and I entered from.
Pain shot through my sides and my head when I tried pulling out of the guard's grip and I cussed myself over and over again on the inside.
"Where are you taking me to?" I demanded after finding my voice and the guard who seemed to be the leader because he was walking in front of us, turned around to face me before responding.
"To Prince Damon."
My heart instantly jumped into my throat after that response.
Oh shit. I'm fucked.
~~~
Only three guards led me to Damon's chambers. The two holding me, and the one walking before us.
They finally stopped in front of a large door, then the guard in front knocked on it.
After a few knocks, Damon's voice echoed from the inside, sounding roughened and extremely angry, asking what the person freaking wanted. Chills rolled down my spine and I instantly stiffened, panic starting to grow within me.
The guard explained what happened through the door. I expected him to come out of the room after the explanation and be extremely angry at me, but that didn't happen.
Instead, he ordered the guards to take me back to my room and to lock me in there.
I instantly became angry and began to struggle against the guards but it was useless since I was still weak from the fall.
They took me back to the bedroom per Damon's order and that locked the door after I was inside.
I remained pressed against the door as the whole situation finally dawned on me.
I was currently literally locked in here, like an actual prisoner.
And this is how I'm supposed to be living on moving forward?
A rush of bitter emotions filled up my throat, clogging it up and I exhaled slowly as I forced myself away from that door.
I headed into the bathroom next and stared into the mirror after splashing water across my face. My green eyes stared back at me and there was nothing but tiredness and resignation within them.
I suddenly felt the urge to cry. It was scratching at the back of my throat and the inside of my eyes, the urge to break down and let go of everything. In only a single day, I've been through so much more than I could ever have imagined.
A teardrop slowly rolled down my eyes and as I stared at it in the mirror, I ended up sniffing deeply and wiping off the single tear, because that made me appear weak and pathetic.
I forced away the urge to cry till it fully ebbed away, and then I returned into the room and laid down in the bed.
I stared at the roof for hours, wondering if this was indeed my life on moving forward.
I didn't realize when I fell asleep, but it was completely dreamless.
~~~
I was awake and pissed off the next morning when my room door got unlocked, right before Damon stepped in.
The first thing I noticed was his haggard look, almost like he didn't get a wink of sleep last night. So what was he doing throughout the night? Fucking a whore?
Irritation coursed through my veins as I eyed him scaldingly.
"Why the hell was I locked up last night? Didn't you guys say I wasn't a prisoner?" I demanded in annoyance when he stopped a few inches away from me. He rolled his eyes and pocketed his hands before responding.
"You won't be locked up in here if you don't try to run. You brought that upon yourself by trying to flee last night. You couldn't even wait till the next day, huh?" He shook his head as he spoke and I bristled.
"So what? I was supposed to just sit here and not attempt to leave?"
"Yes." He responded flatly and I barked out a laugh.
"You're insane." I told him but he only shrugged his shoulders.
"If you try to escape again, I'll have no choice but to keep you with me in my bedroom, and trust me, you don't want that." He warned, voice suddenly hard and my mouth fell open from shock as his words dawned on me.
In his bedroom?!
I coughed and cleared my throat, choosing to remain silent, because what could I possibly say to that?
He kept staring at me, and the uneasy feeling within me began to slowly heighten. I stared at him in confusion when his eyes darted towards my throat and remained there for long moments.
I tried acting unbothered but after he stepped forward, I hurriedly took a step backward. But it was pointless because his hand suddenly gripped my waist, which he used in hurling me against his chest. I gasped in shock, mouth falling open because his head was buried in the curve of my throat and in the next moment, he inhaled deeply.
I was frozen for a few more moments before finally shoving him off me with all of my might, and then I slapped him hard across the face before I could stop myself.