Where Did You Go?

Part Three

"Don't even think about it," he growls. "Put the lamp down now."

"What are you going to do?" I ask with a smug voice, glaring at him as I hold the five thousand dollar lamp up. "Hit me? Go ahead, I dare you!"


"Don't you are break it! You've already broken three in the past month!"

"Hmm," I respond, making a thinking face as I act like a brat, knowing it pisses him off. "I wonder why I'm always breaking them."

"Lacey," he warns. "Put the god damn lamp down; now."

"I'll pass." I smile as my fingers let go of the lamp, allowing it to crash to the ground with in seconds. His face turns red as a rose when he hears the shatter. Max barks in the background, scrapping the door while attempting to get to try and protect me from danger that'll never come my way.

"What the hell, Lacey?! Why do you always do that?!"


"Why do you always drag me to those stupid lunches that you know I hate?"

"Because I enjoy having you there! We almost never see each other. I'm always working and you are God knows where because you always disappear. I enjoy spending time with you when I can; that's why I always drag you along."

"But you know I hate those people." I stomp my foot like a six year old who's not allowed to have a cookie before dinner. His face softens and he walks towards me slowly, only to have me walk backwards. Slowly, as I press my foot down a piece of the broken lamp breaks my skin and enters my foot, causing me to scream out in pain.

Immediately, Alec rushes to my side, stepping on the fragments that litter the ground with his slippers. He picks me up and places me on the bed as tears slide down my face while I clench my foot in pain. He tells me to wait a second, rushing out of the room for a couple of seconds before returning with a wet and dry washcloth and a pair of my tweezers I leave next to the sink.

"It's alright," he says, trying to sooth me as he wipes away the blood. My eyes close, wishing I didn't see the crimson liquid as my stomach starts to turn.

"Forget about the blood," he says. "And focus on my voice." I just nod my head, trying to listen to him but the feeling doesn't go away.

"Why don't you like those people?" he asks as I feel something wet touch my heel.

"What?" I snap, wanting to look at him but knowing I can't.

"Tell me why you don't like those people."

"Because they're all a bunch of stuck up snobs," I snap. "They only care about themselves and-." I stop as I feel the shard leave my foot. A small yelp leaves my mouth as he cleans the wound.

"What don't they care about?"

"Others," I reply, trying to even out my voice. "They have all this money yet they can't give five ounces to someone who's starving."

"I know, sweetheart," he sighs as I feel something touch the wound. "That's why I plan on letting you help the poor after we get married."

"Why after?"

"Because right now, you have no authority to tell others how to act but once you're Queen, you will." I just nod and watch him walk into our bathroom. A minute later, he emerges with some wrap and kneels down in front of me. Without thinking, I start running my fingers through his short, chocolate colored hair as he wraps my foot up.

"Are you going to stop breaking the lamps now?" He asks as his fingers run through my hair.

"Are you going to stop dragging me to those stupid lunches?" I respond, looking up at him while I pull myself closer to him.

"No."

"Then no," I reply, resting my head on his bare chest. He just sighs, probably closing his eyes so he can wonder off into dream land and escape all the stress the kingdom has put on him

After five minutes, I continue to stare at the white door that shuts us out from the entire world. My mind starts to wonder around, going from memory to memory till it walks into the dark. Slowly, my mind flips through my darkest memories like a flip book and I've finally had enough.

With a small sigh leaving my mouth, I unwrap myself from Alec and stare at his sleeping body. My eyes flicker from his chest to his face to his hair in seconds when I see something.

"Is that a gray hair?" I gasp, laughing a little. Moments later, he's awake and rushing to the bathroom to see the 'gray hair'.

"Where?" he shrieks while parting his hair in a hundred different directions trying to find it.

"It's right at the front," I lie, snuggling into the pillow as I watch him frantically search for the hair.

"I can't find it."

"I can't believe you're already going gray," I laugh, ignoring his reply.

"Shut up and tell me where it is."

"Wow," I gasp, still ignoring him. "I'm getting married to someone who's already going gray. Dear Gods what am I doing?"

"It's thirty two- shut it."

"And I'm twenty two, you old man. Soon, you're going to be as gray as my father."

"There's no gray hair, is there?"

"No," I laugh, holding the pillow tighter as I walk him let out a huff of air before walking back over to the bed.

"Then why did you wake me up? You know I haven't slept well for a couple of days."

"I know," I sigh. "But I couldn't sleep."

"You alright?" He asks, knowing that I'm normally out cold by now.

"Yeah," I lie; not wanting to tell him what was really bothering; not wanting to relieve my big secret in the middle of the night.

"Okay." He knows it's a lie but he'd rather sleep. Not even two minutes later, he's already in bed and passed out cold.

"Lacey!" A loud voice yells, waking me up. A groan slips out of my mouth as I push myself off the rock hard thing under me. Confusion fills my body as I take in the scene around me. How'd I end up in the garden?

"Lacey!" The voice gets louder, coming closer to my half-asleep body by the second. "This isn't funny. Come out now!"

"I'm right here." My voice comes out in a mumble rather than the confident one I wanted.

"Why are you out here?" he snaps.

"Like I know," I scuff, wrapping checkered blanket around my shaking body. "Did you drug me last night or something?"

"Yeah," he scoffs, "because I would drug the love of my life. Why would you even think that? Remember, I fell asleep before you did after that whole grey hair incident."

"Then how did I get out here?"

"No clue," he sighs, extending a hand to help me up. "I'll have once of the guards look over the security footage from last night and see what happened."

"Thanks." I wince in pain as I put pressure on my foot.

"Can you walk?"

"I think."