CHAPTER TWENTY
1101 Words
Eddie’s POV
Cops rushed in as Princess dropped her knife. Dad ran to us. “Are you okay?” he asked as they carried the bloody Joe out.
My stabbed arm bled heavily. “Yes, Father,” we said, exhausted.
“Ambulance is coming,” he said, smiling.
“Where’s Ryan?” I asked.
“Here,” he said, revealing Ryan.
“Eddie!” Ryan ran to me. I hugged him despite my pain.
“We did it,” he said, looking at us. We nodded. He hugged Princess too.
“Thank you, Ryan,” she said, smiling.
The ambulance siren sounded. Nurses bandaged my arm and led me to the vehicle, treating Princess’s minor injuries.
I felt guilty for not telling Princess about her parents’ murders. I didn’t want her hurt or reckless. I needed to explain, even if she got mad.
At the hospital, I was taken to a ward for treatment.
Princess’s POV
Outside Eddie’s ward with his father and Ryan, I thought about Joe’s words. Was he after our property? Did he succeed?
“Princess, you okay? Eddie will be fine,” his father said, smiling.
“It’s not that,” I said sadly.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned.
“My uncle said he killed my parents for our properties. I’m wondering if he got them,” I said, weeping.
“Don’t cry, Princess. You’re strong. I’ll handle the property issue,” he said, smiling.
“Really?” I asked, hopeful.
“Yes, you deserve a better life,” he said, tapping my shoulder.
“Thank you, sir, for treating me like a daughter,” I said, wiping tears.
“Anyone Eddie loves, I love. He picks the best,” he said. I nodded shyly.
“What about Mother?” I asked, eyes wide.
“Oh, s**t,” he said, checking his phone. “47 missed calls!”
“Not good,” I said, shaking my head.
“I’ll handle her,” he said, stepping out.
Ryan sat beside me. “I saw your work on Joe’s body. You’re a fighter,” he said, smiling.
“Only to those who deserve it. Joe got what he earned. I hope he rots in jail,” I said firmly. He nodded.
“Will you live with us?” he asked, excited.
“I don’t know, Ryan. Your parents decide,” I said, holding his hands.
“If they allow it, will you?” he asked.
“Yes, Ryan. I want a loving family,” I said, smiling.
“Thank you,” he said, hugging me.
“No, thank you. You were in danger because of me,” I said, patting his back.
“I did it because you’re my friend and Eddie’s lover,” he said, winking.
“Ryan, you’re still a kid,” I giggled.
Princess’s POV
A week later, we were home, everyone happy. Eddie and Ryan were fine, and we’d forgotten Uncle Joe.
Eddie’s parents, now mine, took me in, buying me clothes and shoes. Mother washed my hair, and I loved it.
Father pursued my parents’ properties, updating me regularly. I sat on Eddie’s lap in his room, watching a movie, his arms around my waist.
I turned, catching him engrossed. He looked down, smiling. I stared at his lips.
“Don’t tempt me,” he said, his d**k twitching.
“I want to say something,” I giggled.
“What?” he asked, lowering the TV volume.
I faced him. “Eddie, I’d be nothing without you. You freed me, risking your life and family. You loved me despite my past,” I said, tears falling.
“Baby, you’re not cheap, just a victim,” he said, cupping my face. “I loved you the moment I saw you. You’re my first love, and I’ll protect you.”
“Thank you. I love you,” I said, smiling.
“I love you too, Princess,” he said, kissing me deeply.
The door opened. “Oops,” Ryan said, making us giggle.
“Ryan, you ruin plans,” Eddie laughed.
“Sorry. Princess, Dad wants you downstairs,” Ryan said, parading like a teacher.
“I’ll be there,” I said, giggling. He winked and left.
“I’ll be back,” I said, kissing Eddie.
“I’m coming,” he said, pulling me downstairs.
We found Father, Mother, and Ryan smiling. “Here come the lovers,” Ryan grinned, and we laughed.
“Good afternoon, Father, Mother,” I said, approaching.
“Afternoon, dear,” they replied. Mother brushed my hair.
“Princess, I have news,” Father said, smiling. I sat beside Eddie, anxious.
“I spoke to the lawyers about your properties,” he said.
“Okay,” I said, eager.
“You’re getting them back soon!” Mother yelled. I leaped, hugging them.
“Thank you!” I said, thrilled.
“Not yet,” Mother said, making me anxious.
“We want you to start school. You’ll take exams for Eddie’s college, bills on us,” she said, smiling.
“School! My dreams!” I yelled, hugging Eddie tightly.
“And lastly,” Ryan said.
“What’s that, Ryan?” I asked, smiling.
“Happy birthday!” he yelled. Flowers fell on me, and a chef brought a cake with “19” on it.
“Oh my God!” I gasped, covering my mouth.
“How’d you know?” I asked, surprised.
“Cops found your diary at your uncle’s,” Father said, handing it to me.
I burst into tears of joy. “Sweetie, we’re here for you,” they said, sitting close.
“Camera man, now,” Father said. We posed on the couch, smiling for the photo.
- Writer
