Chapter 9

Grayson:

So now we're driving back to hell the castle. I'm repetitively hitting my head back on the seat.

"Don't do that," Prince Shithead growls. "You'll hurt yourself, love," He adds in a softer tone. I stop hitting my head on the seat for a second, and started hitting my head on the window instead.

"Grayson," He says in a deep, threatening voice. I look at him, still hitting my head on the window. "I'll make you sit on my lap if I have to," He states. I roll my eyes.

"You'll make me sit on your lap if you want us to die in a car accident," I reply sharply. He sighs.

"Why do you have to be so complicated?"

"Hey! I'm not complicated! I just like having freedom," I state. I'm still hitting my head against the window.

"You'll get your freedom when I know that you won't run away from me."

After a while of driving, he abruptly stops the car and unbuckles my seat belt. Before I have time to react, he pulls me onto his lap, with my legs in between his, and starts driving again. I look up