My Jerk Prince

Leaving Home

Rafael P.O.V 

    I grabbed a few shirts and some necessities that I needed and messily packed them into a suitcase, I was fed up, always being watched like a hawk, couldn't even go anywhere without a whole bunch of guards following behind me, I was leaving, it's not like the ladies here are that attractive, all they do is suck up to me, there was not one single person who treated me like a regular guy, I wasn't regular I was a prince for crying out loud but to the ways of how everyone treats me, it was like I overthrew the king and the emperor. My parents were always so dominant when it came to my Life I needed a little freedom, but as the press would say I had a little too much, ever since I was young I hated the press, all they wanna do is find stuff to gossip about like a bunch of teenage girls, always being up in your personal space and asking rude questions.

  " Dear Mom and Dad,

 I know you guys only want the best for me but you do not get to dictate my life, I am leaving Romania and I will not come back until further notice, Don't even think of sending anyone to look for me, I have taken some cash from the safe, I shape you don't mind, I Love you both. 

    -Rafael ." 

I wrote a note to inform my parents that I wasn't kidn*pped or something, they were so ominous, I  was sick and tired of it, I was going to America and no one was stopping me. I sneaked out through my window and stole one of the royal cars, I drove it half the way to the airport, so if they found the car they would not know where I was or where I was heading or my plans, I flagged down a taxi and told him to take me to the airport, there was no turning back after this. I had boarded the plane and took my seat, I was wearing non-fancy clothing and tried my best to cover up my appearance. I did not want anyone to notice me for they would probably post it on the internet and I couldn't have that.

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I collected my luggage without being noticed luckily. A new country a new life at least for now, I decided that I wouldn't go to a hotel, hotels use credit cards, credit cards alert location to where it was used, location exposed. As I was walking on the street head buried in my phone trying to find an inn or something to stay a few nights, I bumped into someone and their coffee spilled all over my T-shirt.  "Watch where you going, bozo." a small but aggressive voice snapped at me. I slowly lifted my head and clenched my jaw "Last time I checked I'm the one with coffee all over my shirt missy," I snapped back at her and walked off angrily, she was pretty and feisty I liked the feeling of someone standing up to me, I never once in my life had someone stand up to me due to my position, I was still walking on the street when I saw a cute little coffee shop, and I decided to head over there and grab some breakfast, besides I haven't eaten in hours, so some breakfast would do some good, I entered and went over to a table for one and started to look over the little menu, I decided I would get a salad and an espresso. "Sever over here please," I called only to notice the entire cafe starring at me I brushed it off when a familiar voice said, "What can I get ya?" I turned my head towards the voice that was speaking only to see the same girl who spilled coffee all over my clothes but never the less I ignored that fact and ordered, she game me stink eye before walking off mumbling bozo, what was with her and that word, what was she bozo the clown, jeez. Missy retired with my salad and espresso five minutes later. not uttering a word. I ate and left everything on the table and asked for the bill which was only $7 I decided to leave a 20 on the table and left, I stepped outside to see a beautiful young lady so I decided to ask her if there were any mini-hotels around that I could stay at, "Mini-hotels no but there is a guest house about 5 blocks from here, and be nice the owner is a bit snappy but she is very nice to polite people." she said with a warm smile "Thank you ma'am" I told her and ordered an uber which I heard a few people talking about earlier.

       Upon reaching the guest house I was surprised, the house was beautiful, and much my style very modern I smiled to myself and rang the doorbell. "Hello Welcome, how can I help you?" an elderly lady asked when the girl told me about this place I didn't expect it to be owned by an old lady, and judging by the style of the house I most definitely did not expect that. "Is this the guest house?" I asked politely like I was told. "Yes, son come on in?" "Ok ma'am" 

"I would like to get a room here possibly your finest one please," i asked her, I was not one to say please but I wasn't a prince anymore at least not to these people I'm not.