Trapped in Royalty

10. Panicked

I was woken up by a loud shrill and my eyes snapped open. I scowled in my half-sleepy state, angry that my sweet dream got interrupted.

"Ugh!" I groaned in annoyance, reaching with my hand to take my phone. I cleared my throat and sat upright, flipping my phone open and pressing on the green button to answer the call.

"Hello?" I grumbled after putting the phone to my ear.

"Good morning dear Jacqueline," I heard a man reply from the other side, and my forehead creased in confusion. The voice sounded oddly familiar, but I couldn't point a finger on it.

"Yes, this is Jacqueline," I replied. "May I know who this is?" I asked politely.

"It's me, your boss," the man replied, making me more confused. As far as I know, I had only one boss, Mr. Drew. And this man certainly didn't sound like Mr. Drew, this man, was speaking in a voice so soft as a young man's.

"Who is it?" I asked again to be sure.

"It's your boss, Mr Drew dear, I was wondering why you aren't at work yet? "I mean," he chuckled. "You can definitely take your, but just be here alright? "We all can't wait to meet you." he stated and cut off the call, leaving me more dumbfounded than I have ever been.

Was that really Mr. Drew or is someone playing a prank on me? But who? And talking about going to work? I started to wonder, and then my eyes widened.

Oh no work!

In a flash, I jolted up my bed and rushed into the bathroom and brushed my teeth in 10 seconds before splashing water on my face.

Getting out of the bathroom while combing my hair with my fingers, I rushed to my wardrobe and opened it to take my waitress uniform. I had never been glad to have a small apartment with such small distance between places. I looked at my small clock and couldn't believe I slept past 9AM when I had a shift. Maybe it has to do with the sweet dream I had last night. But the telephone started to ring again.

I decided to ignore it and quickly took out my uniform and was about to start wearing it, but then I thought, what if it was Mr. Drew and I get fired for not picking up his call?

I rushed to the phone and quickly answered the call, putting the phone to my ear.

"Sorry sir, I will be there in five minutes," I quickly stated.

"It's not your boss my dear, it is your mother, and I am so proud of you!" came my mother's shrill voice.

"Mother please. I have to go right now. I'm late for work. "I will call you later," I told her, and before she could say anything, I quickly cut off the call and started getting into my waitress's uniform. I had just put my phone in the pocket, when I heard the muffled voices behind the door and I paused, and then there were a series of knocks and I stood there a little confused. Who would come to my place this early in the morning? The homeowner maybe? No. I paid the rent last month.

I put on my shoes, then tied my hair in a ponytail before hurrying over to the door. I opened the door and quickly got out of the room, closing the door behind me. I paused to see the crowd that crowded the narrow hallway. All of them had cameras in hand and were holding microphones towards me and I stepped back, hitting my closed door. In a nanosecond, I felt clicking sounds and then a series of flashlights came, and I covered my face with my hands to avoid being blinded. Who are these people and what are they doing here? They are obviously the press, but then, I'm late for work. And they must definitely be mistaking me for someone else.

"Good morning Miss Scott, my name is Georgia David from_" a lady started to say but was cut off by another.

"You look so young," one of the journalists, a guy in jeans and blue T-shirt pushed a microphone to my face. "What is the secret to your beauty?"

"A good night's sleep obviously," a woman beside him cut him off with a roll of her eyes at me and then turned to me with a smile. "Miss Scott, where is the Prince right now?" she asked, making me confused. What Prince are they asking about?

"How long have you two been together?" another woman beside her asked.

"Are you aware that you could be breaking the Royal Family?" one guy from behind them asked, all of them poking their microphones at me.

"Can we see the ring?"

"Why do you hate the spotlight?"

They kept sending a barrage of questions, each one making me more confused than the other.

"Why do you insist on working as a waitress when you have_" another started to ask, snapping me out of my confused state.

"Oh no! "Please, I have to go now." I said before pushing through the journalists and running down the corridor.

"Wait please, we have a few more questions." I heard them saying as they followed behind me, but I didn't wait as I rushed to the elevator and was lucky it closed while they were fighting to be the first to enter with me.

I was glad to get away from them and I could get to work as quickly as possible. I ran out of the apartment, ready to keep running away from the journalists, but was shocked when I saw another crowd outside the apartment and I halted in my steps. Those that followed behind also came out, and in a second, I was surrounded by journalists, all of them either flashing cameras at me or poking their microphones and asking a barrage of questions. They followed my every step when I attempted to escape, making me feel frustrated and vulnerable. Just what did I do to have them disturb me like this?

I looked left and right, trying to see somewhere I could escape, and just when I looked ahead and across the street, I saw a woman waving her arm at me, and motioning for me to run to her car.

Without thinking twice, I pushed through the journalists with great force and rushed across the street to where the woman was, outrunning the journalists, feeling like I was running for my life. The woman entered her car and I entered the other side, quickly slamming the door after, and the car sped off, leaving the crowd of journalists behind, and I heaved a huge sigh of relief.

It wasn't until after I laid back on the soft cushion and relaxed comfortably that I realized I was in a stranger's car and I exhaled sharply.

OH NO, I'M BEING kidn*pped! I started to panic.

Wait a minute, I am too poor to be kidn*pped. I remembered and then sighed in relief.

UNLESS I'M BEING kidn*pped FOR MY ORGANS!