The Prince Secret Girl

Chapter One

SOPHIA POV.

'I have rights people!!' I yell out to the cops, drunk out of my mind

A cop walks up to me with a sigh, “you can call someone to bail you out in the morning” he deadpans

I roll my eyes, “You're incredibly crazy you know? it is morning!!” I point to the clock across the small cell saying 3 am a smile creeping on my lips, my eyes probably lighting up with mischief, a look I've had in my eyes since I was a child

He rolls his eyes, “At a reasonable hour Sophia” his small lips rolled into his mouth and his hand on the revolver by his side

I chuckle, “Come on Chuck I did nothing wrong and you know it,” I pout at the huge bald police officer

“Okay let's see, you're drunk, you hi-jacked a car, thankfully the person decided not to press charges against you, you punched an officer in the face and not only that you decided kicking him in his groin was also a great idea, this is what the 12th time in this cell in the past 5 months that all the police officers expect you every Friday and one more crime and its jail time for you, oh what else? You've stolen-" he continues

“Hey hey hey the last one is just a big lie” I laugh, “I just decided to sneak a little drink out of the supermarket” I eye him smitten by his British accent

“Without paying Sophia don't forget without paying” he narrows his eyes at me

I sigh heavily and pout time to bring in the big guns, “Come on Chuck I just lost my entire family 5 months ago In a car accident.” my eyes sting with tears as the words pour out of my mouth

He shook his head “That card would have worked 4 months ago but not now, alcohol is not the answer, you're a 22-year-old woman and you should deal with it, find a job you're lucky you still have that boyfriend of yours that does not only care for you and love you-" he pause with a heavy sigh like he's tired of seeing me locked up every time, you should be happy he still comes to your rescue each time” he ends the sentence shaking his head

I roll my eyes, tears hanging in them, “I know, I know,' just call him he will be here in no time,” I slump back to my seat, knowing my record it's impossible to get a job I grumble

Chuck nods, “you put this on yourself am going to call him now”

I nod watching him leave I rub my forehead trying to get rid of my headache, why I was drunk? You now know the reason!!

I'm weak and I know it, but it's not easy to lose all the people you love in just a week, poof like they were never there, but he is right, I am lucky, I have John my boyfriend we have been together for 8 months now and he has been with me through thick and thin, given me food and shelter because I have no place to go to.

I decide to rest and I lie down on the small bed eyeing the metal toilet with disgust knowing this won't be the last time I mess up

I wake up with my head pounding and a cop opening my cell I look up and smile, “Hey Emily, how's the family?”

She just shook her head with a little smile, “Your boyfriend is here”

I nod and look to the time to see it is 6 am I walk past the other cells sticking my tongue out to a guy who has been there for 2 weeks now he glares at me, I know so childish.

I walk down to the register where John is waiting for me his arms crossed and full-on glaring at me, I put on my best innocent and sweet face and walk up to him, signing out like this is some hospital, his angry facade fades for a while before he goes back to glaring, I say goodbye to the policemen and women walking out with him.

We stop by his car and am about to enter when he stops me, I frown looking at his neatly kept brown hair down to his blue eyes that are glaring at me and his straight nose and those red lips currently pulled into a deep frown, down to his straight jawline and his light stubble which normally he cleanly shaves, oh I hit the jackpot

“What?” I ask putting up a small smile, the sweet part of me showing

“I want you out of my house by the time am back from work,” he says his voice cold and emotionless

My eyes almost pop out of my sockets. “What???,” my brows pull together, “I heard wrong right?”

“You heard me,” he says blowing out a breath in frustration and I hold my hands around my body which suddenly feels cold, maybe from the shock

“What do you mean you want me out, you know I have nowhere else to go!!!!” I yell, my voice echoing around the buzzing street, a crack signaling my hurt.

“I've had enough I've come to this station more times than necessary Sophia am done!! we're done!!” He says with a blank face his hands raised in a surrender motion taking a step back as he has truly had enough of me and my problems

My cold fingers wipe away my tears, the salty trail I had no idea was rushing down my face and his face softens a little, “you know I have nowhere else to go” I grab onto his arm shaking slightly from the shock

He shakes me off, “Sophia you have to take care of yourself, I can't fend for you anymore, my money is not enough, I pay the bills alone, I pay for food and I have to worry about keeping off money for bailing you out of jail every month', its exhausting" He yells his calm facade fading, I can almost feel his anger in the air

“But-’ I swear am gonna try and find a job, I'll do anything don't just kick me out and worst of all break up with me, you've been with me through everything even when I lost my family you were there with me so why now and I don't even have anywhere else to go to” I plead looking up at him with as much sincerity I can muster.

He rolls his eyes, his cold fingers grabbing my chin in a tight hold, “We are done go to your parent's house or something” he shrugs like he doesn't care about his girlfriend anymore like he has been thinking about this for a while, like he has been thinking of the perfect excuse and I just gave him one

My lips quiver in the cold air “Come on you know my parents used their house as collateral to the bank for the loan and I had no idea about it till some months back” I wrap my hands around my body, my eyes closing, memories of the bank chasing me out of the house I grew up in, my home, my lips quiver in the cold, I open up my eyes staring back at his blue ones, sympathy and remorse painted in them but he still does nothing

He says nothing pulling out some cash from his wallet, “Common Sophia take this, get to my house pack your things, and leave”, he pauses staring directly into my teary eyes like I mean nothing, “If I see you there when am back I'll file a restraining order do you understand?” He calls out voice cold and lips in a thin line

“John come on,” I hold on to his jacket not willing to lose him even though he stares at me like am garbage, he's the only one I have left and I can't afford to lose him, I can't afford to lose myself completely, he has been keeping me grounded, he kept me from permanently slipping into my bad ways, he kept me sane and I only revealed my sweet side to him, he can't leave, not like the others

“Sophia let me go” he grunts out pushing me away with a small push, climbing in his car he immediately locks the door, turning his face to me like I need to memorize every crook and corner, he blinks and a look crosses his face, with a sigh he grabs my arm putting the cash in my hands and delicately folding my fingers around it, he sighs then drives away without turning back, not even a single look at me.

I grab the cash in my hand and put it in the pocket of my black jeans I hug my black trench coat around my body when I hear a rip I close my eyes

“God I hope that's not what I think it is”, I look down at the hand of my coat and see the line starting from the shoulder of my coat running down to the end of the coat before I can stop it.

I roll my eyes hailing a taxi and let me tell you this, it is harder than it looks, I find one and give him the address of my parent's old house, am pretty sure nobody has lived there yet, at least since the last time I visited I can just break in, uhm eh-" not break in just stay for a while with the key in my hair further known as a hairpin.

“What?” If I can hijack a car I can open a simple door.

Soon we reach the house, it's situated in a lovely place, not to shabby if I do say so myself

It's a three-bedroom flat with a kitchen and living room and one toilet. My sister and I shared one room and my brothers the other then my parents the last.

I moved out not so long ago after I graduated from college last year, I'm a business major I know hard to believe, why can't I just get a job?

But no it's not as easy as it sounds, I tried my best, really, then my sister died and I just lost myself along the way with all the deaths, and then I became this lazy alcoholic who loves trouble.

I sigh John was right about leaving me, the 30-year-old already had enough on his shoulders, taking care of me was just an extra burden, a burden he did not deserve

I walk myself to the door after paying the cab with my last cash, I get to the door and realize one thing, I don't have a pin in my hair

“s**t!!!” I curse out loud, I look around hoping no one will see me.

I jiggle the door handle but it does not open, I step off the porch and go around the house hoping the keys my sister and I used to hide in the backyard years ago is still there, am also hoping the door knobs were not changed.

I reach the small backyard looking around I check the flower pot under the hanging swing, I dig through the dirt and find the key at the bottom, it's slightly rusted but I don't care am internally praying it works.

I look around hoping no one is watching I slip the key in the hole and smile when it enters smoothly.

I turn it and thankfully the door opens, am almost jumping with happiness but I stop and drag my bag In, entering the kitchen, the cabinets and the small dining table are covered with dust making me give out a sneeze, I quickly pass through to the living room, everything is covered with white sheets like some it's some memorial, I climb the creaky stairs and find my old bedroom.

My bedroom is also covered with sheets like it is a crime scene, I open the windows letting air into the room I try turning on the ceiling fan but find out electricity is out, I sigh I’m hoping at least water should be running or am done for, thankfully there's water.

I sit on the now clean couch raising the bottle to my lips, I groan looking at the ceiling, I am so f****d.

I continue drinking till I eventually black out.