Chapter 142
Mackenzie and I are sitting outside the cafe where Jake is flirting with the twins‘ mother. Her expensively manicured hand is on his arm as she tells him about her day. He’s eating her attention up with equal enthusiasm. I call that progress.
“Is that the bitch that wants her daughter to suck her other daughter or whatever the fuck Lillies and Bunny’s problem is?” Mack throws her empty coffee cup across the food court into the trash bin. She impresses some of the kids around us.
“Yeah,” I look down at my phone wondering when the fuck Techs going to call me back. I’m beginning to get impatient and that’s never a good thing.
My evaluation didn’t go well. I was ready to rip my hair out by the time it was over. The questions asked were intrusive as hell and repetitive. Just because that asshole reworded them doesn’t mean I was going to reword my answer. I’m upset and I don’t know how to deal with it on my own.
I can still see him writing shit down with his dumb Lightning McQueen pen. Disney adults give me the ick. Morgan’s mother was obsessed with it, and she would dance around the apartment singing princess songs. Her happiness pissed me off. It was fake as shit.
“I’m going to the gym. You coming?” I stand up without looking where I’m going and slam right into someone. I look up to see one of Jake’s co–workers. What’s his name again?
“My Queen,” he bows his head low.
“Shit. I know your name. Thomas?”
“Very close. Thompson,” he grins.
“Right. I am so sorry,” I sigh and try to sidestep him. “Uh, carry on or whatever,”
The tall older man laughs and continues to walk toward the cafe without turning his back to me. Mackenzie notices but says nothing as I practically jog up the stairs leading into the courtyard. I stop when I get to the top to find Silas standing there blocking my way.
“What?” Lgroan.
“I saw you coming. The King has been looking for you,”
“He could have rang,” I tap my phone. “Or thought it,”
“It’s important, my Queen,” he glances at Mack skeptically.
“I’ll see you later, P–dawg,” she smacks me right in the center of my back. I growl at her making her stumble back enough that she almost falls down the steps. Silas grips her arm.
“Sorry,” I groan reaching for the sting on my back. “Don’t startle me, I don’t have control of myself. I might as well be a pup,” “My bad,” she laughs and pulls her arm from Silas’s grip. “Laters Prince boy,”
“Prince boy?” Silas glares at her as she pulls her hoodie over her head.
“What’s going on, Prince Boy?” I laugh. He grins motioning me to walk ahead toward the castle.
“We have a bit of a situation,” he sighs. “He’s in his study,”
I groan and powerwalk to the elevator. It makes me laugh when I see Silas struggle to keep up. He rolls his eyes as I hit the button on the eighth floor where the King’s study is.
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Chapter 142
“On a scale from one to ten, how big a situation we talkin‘?”
“Your psychiatrist wants to have you institutionalized,” he says lowly. I laugh making him grin. The elevator pings and I can hear the King shouting at someone.
The two of us walk into the study and immediately the King comes over to me glaring dagger at the Doctor who is standing away from him looking scared as hell.
“I meant no disrespect, My King,” he says patiently. “But the stress and trauma that Her Majesty is currently under is a lot. She is a danger to herself and others. I’m afraid if she continues this way, it’ll darnage what little progress she’s making,
“You’re not going to take her from me,” the King growls standing his ground in front of me.
“Jonas,” I reach for his hand. We both jump when the skin–to–skin contact sparks, but he doesn’t release me.
“No,” he says gently and turns to face me.
“He’s not the first person to say that to me,”
“Perry, I won’t let them take you there. Your reaction to the empty room still plays in the back of my head. No, he takes my hand and grips it tightly. “I won’t let him do that to you. There’s no fucking way,”
Doctor Salazar looks between us defeatedly.
“Is there a way without me having to go there?” I offer because let’s be real for a moment.
Yes, I don’t want to do that or therapy, but he’s right. There’s something wrong with me and maybe he can help. There’s no reason for me not to try. I promised Crystal that I would earn my place by her side and our family’s. No matter how long it takes me to get to them. I’d earn it. And he’s worried about me. About my place at the King’s side. That much is obvious. I don’t see many people willingly giving the King bad news, this definitely counts as bad news.
“There will be medication and round–the–clock surveillance. You need to be away from others. The King included. What you are going through is not something others can carry for you. You need to do this for yourself in a less chaotic environment. This isn’t about anyone else but you,”
“Perry, you don’t have to do this. I’m all for you getting help, but not if it means you being afraid without me being there to help you,”
“I understand what you’re saying,”
“Please, don’t say but,” he pleads.
“Look at it this way. If I’m with him, I’m not out there putting myself at risk. You can come to see me,”
“No, he can’t,” Dr. Salazar says.
“You’re not helping, Edward,” I growl at him. “Same side,”
“Edmund,” he clears his throat. “Edmundo,”
“Just let me bring in your mom and I’ll go,” I add looking up at the King.
“I don’t believe it’s that bad,” he tries to argue.
“Jo, I put a scalpel through my throat even after I identified you as my mate when I woke up,” tears swell in my eyes. “I can’t even look at myself in the mirror. All I see is that monster. There is something very wrong with me. There always has been. It got a lot of people killed,”