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(n.) a state of hostility, conflict, or antagonism.
"YOU BITCH," the voice growled in her ear. "You thought you could hide from me and we'd never find you, huh?"
Paris' eyes widened. The room was pitch black and she couldn't see a thing, but she knew that voice. Is it Dean?
"Don't worry," the voice sounded like it was smiling almost. "I won't kill you. We want you to suffer first. Three months we looked for you, princess, and he doesn't like waiting. Death would be too merciful."
She tried to wrench herself away when she felt something cold and metallic press against her arm and her scream was once again muffled. She tried kicking the door to gain attention outside but the man immediately held her legs and brought her to the floor, making her moan in pain at the impact. Paris could feel adrenaline rushing through her veins and her heart pound against the hard concrete floor. The man was heavy, and had his whole weight on top of her.
Oh God, she cried silently. I'm not gonna make it.
Suddenly, the door was kicked down. Paris almost screamed in relief at the sight of the light passing through the opened door. Just as quickly, the man was wrenched away and she took a deep breath, gasping for air. She quickly looked to see her hero slamming the man against the side of the door, banging his head on the edge. The man got dizzy, but swung an attempt of a punch at the direction of the newcomer. He failed when the latter blocked it easily and kneed him on the stomach before elbowing the back of his head to knock him unconscious. A thud sounded when the man fell to the floor and Paris sighed in relief.
"Are you ok?" The voice went over to where Paris was, gently helping her sit up. She was disoriented, and tried to see his face clearer.
"Yeah Paris," he was busy looking at her body for bruises or cuts, a look of concern on his face. "Are you hurt anywhere? I'm calling the police."
She immediately grabbed his jack sleeve and winced when she felt a sharp pain shoot through her ribs. "No," she said sternly. "The police can't get involved in this. Trust me, it's only going to get worse."
He stopped then, looking at her and frowning. "What? Why the fuck not?"
"Dean, please," Paris pleaded. "Do me a favor and don't tell anyone. I'm begging you. I'll explain soon. Can you dump his body somewhere? I need no one to know about this. If they find the body in here and your fingerprints you'll get involved with the police."
She looked so desperate and so battered up he reluctantly nodded his head, still looking confused. "O-okay right," she knew about his drug problem. If the police questioned him and searched him, it's the end of his perfect life. "I'll be back."
He took a peek out the hallway. Seeing no one there, he bent down to pick up the man's legs to drag him.
"Wait," Paris stopped him. "What about the cameras?"
"No cameras," Dean grunted with the man's weight. "Damn security guard doesn't even look at it. Look. No red lights. Not turned on."
He nodded his head over to the black device facing them across the hall. Dean grunted again and hurriedly dragged the body down the hall and out the back of the school. Where people would just assume he was a stranger that got drunk the night before and decided to crash there.
He came back immediately to help Paris up, slinging her arm over his shoulder to walk out the back. They passed by the unconscious man who threatened Paris and she got a good look on his face.
It was one of her uncle's henchmen.
She ground her teeth in anger and pain as she allowed Dean to help her across the parking lot and into his car. Were there more of them? If they knew where she was, she's in grave danger and so are the people around her. She needed to disappear.
"I'm taking you to the hospital," Dean said as he started his car. "Don't move."
Paris shook her head. "No. No hospital. I'm fine. I didn't break anything. Just drive me home." She told him her address.
"You sure?" He asked and Paris marveled at how quickly her view of him had changed. He was a normal hormone-raging teen around his girlfriend but that didn't mean he was a complete douchebag. Maybe he had changed.
"Yeah," Paris tried to smile and found it difficult because of the pain coming from her ribs. "Thanks, Dean."
"No problem," Dean frowned. "How did that guy even get in? Fucking pervert."
"I have no idea," Paris replied. "Perverts are everywhere nowadays. It's terrifying." She agreed with him. She couldn't tell him the truth yet. Bleu was already one person too many.
They drove in silence then.
"Listen, uh," Dean said after a few moments. "I'm sorry about sophomore year." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I was dumb and bored and my taunts were really unnecessary. I made the whole school hate you."
"It's fine," Paris waved her hand, secretly uncomfortable and flabbergasted that she's actually having this conversation with the boy who made her scared to get out of bed every morning. Her bully just apologized to her. "I've already forgotten about it." She lied.
Dean nodded, keeping his eyes on the road as he drove and talked. "When I fell in love with Bleu, I noticed the little things about her. And she was a totally different person when you left, Paris," he briefly looked at her. "So thank you, you know, for coming back."
Paris absent-mindedly nodded. "Yeah." She whispered as she stared out the window.
Her house soon came into view. It was a simple house with a frontyard and a fence. It was painted white. It had a porch. It was basically just like any other you saw everywhere. She had to lay low.
"Thanks Dean," she unbuckled her seatbelt. "And before you ask, no, I don't need help going into my house. I'm fine, really. You came just in time."
Dean laughed. "You read my mind." He watched as Paris unfolded her long legs and stepped out of his mustang. "Well, then. I've got to go back to pick up Bleu for brunch. I'll see you later."
"Wait," Paris stopped him. "About what just happened... How did you know I was in there?"
"Oh," Dean replied. "I heard whimpers while I was getting some stuff from my locker which was right next to the janitor's closet. It didn't sound like the good kind of whimpers, if you know what I mean." He winked and Paris laughed a bit.
"Maybe you're the pervert here," Paris said, walking backwards. "I can't believe you're still able to joke about that. I was almost raped."
Dean held up his hands. "I'm sorry. Was just trying to lighten the mood. That was insensitive of me. You're right, it's not a laughing matter. Please, just be more careful in the future, ok?"
Paris just nodded and he said his goodbyes, and drove away.
She then made her way into the house, immediately calling for her guardian.
"Kael?" She called, dumping her bag on the floor and making her way to her living room.
"Yeah?" A tall woman with a long, braided jet-black hair emerged from their gym room, her tall fit body clad in a sports bra and nike shorts. "Hey girl."
"I was attacked today," Paris slumped on the couch and moaned painfully at the impact. "One of his minions did it."
"Scheiße." The palace guard cursed in German. Impossible grey eyes flashed and immediately rushed to her, checking. "How did they find you?"
Paris winced when Kael's hand probed her ribs. "I have no idea."
"Well, you have a fractured rib," Kael frowned. "But other than that, you're ok. You're not safe here. I'll get a new location ready for us in about three weeks. This means you can't go back to school, understood?" They were both confident if they stayed in the house they wouldn't be found out. The house was off the grid and the satellite. They were practically invisible. They needed to find a new location so that Paris could go outside without as much fear as now. She couldn't stay in their "invisible" house forever.
Paris was too tired to argue. She still wanted to go to school, just like any normal teenager. She wanted to meet up with her friends and laugh. She wanted to do homework and pass her assignments. She wanted to be able to see and touch Bleu whenever she wanted. She just wanted to be normal.
But the universe sucks so it made her life the same.
She nodded, knowing she'd disobey and go to school anyway. It made her feel a bit guilty inside, knowing full well of her responsibilities as a princess. If anything happened to her and her uncle's rule would prevail, God help her country.
"No school for the next three weeks," Kael told her after applying medicine to her side. "Get plenty of rest."
So she rested and stayed at home the whole day. Kael came in and out of her room to check on her, and each time she groaned to tell her she was fine. The tall german woman would nod and go back to speaking to her french lover on the phone.
"I have to go out to get some groceries," Kael informed the brunette whilst grabbing her car keys. "If the telephone rings, don't answer it. It's most likely for me."
Paris didn't know much about Kael's other half, except that whoever was on the phone spoke french because Kael would often reply in french. How did she know they were lovers? Let's just say the phone calls got a bit R-rated at night. They were obviously in love.
As Paris lay pondering about Kael Maddox's mysterious lover, at the strike of 6 pm, the door pounded.
Paris remembered then that Kael had gone out to buy groceries, so she begrudgingly got up to trudge to the door, peeking at the hole. She tied her brown waves up in a loose bun as she looked and her green eyes widened when she saw who was on the other side.
"She was what?" Bleu almost yelled, her starbucks drink forgotten in her hand. She barely contained her voice from being loud in public.
"Yeah it was crazy," Dean said. "You should've seen me, babe. I knocked the dude unconcious and saved her life. She could've gotten raped."
"And you just told me this now?" Bleu rubbed the sides of her temples, frustration and anger seeping out her pores. "Drive me to her house, Dean."
"What? But our movie-"
"Ok geez," Dean put his hands up. "The main thing is that she's ok and she's safe. You don't have to panic like that."
Bleu didn't know what was going on with herself. When Dean told her that he had found a man on top of Paris her brain had exploded. She was so angry she couldn't think right. She almost yelled at Dean right then and there for not telling her sooner when they had class together. No wonder Paris didn't show up to Physics class. It had gotten Bleu worried and now she knew why.
When Dean pulled up to the white house, Bleu all but bolted out of the car, slamming the door and telling her boyfriend to stay in the car.
She walked up the door and pounded, not caring if Paris was asleep or if she was disturbing.
When the door opened and confused green eyes met her blue ones, Bleu snapped.
Suddenly Paris was shoved inside and pressed against the door, closing it and creating a barrier between Bleu's best friend and her boyfriend right outside. She was overwhelmed with emotions.
She kissed her.
She took her face in a hand and slammed her lips to hers, tasting heaven. Paris' lips were soft and she smelled amazing. The latter was so shocked she stood still for a full two seconds, before giving in and kissing the blonde beauty back. Their tongues probed and tasted each other gently, their lips connected and hands roaming. Bleu tilted her head to access her mouth better and pulled back slightly to bite her bottom lip.
The princess moaned at the slight pinch and wrapped her arms around Bleu's neck.
"Why didn't you tell me," Bleu said between kisses. "Do you have any fucking idea how worried I was?" Her hand slipped inside Paris' robe and found a nipple.
"I... Was... Busy," Paris moaned, throwing her head back. Bleu immediately trailed her mouth down the side of her jaw and her neck, gently sucking. Her hand moved down and passed her rib.
Pain shot up from the pressure and Paris yelped, pushing Bleu back.
"Fractured... Rib," she panted, her hands on her knees and her robe falling open. She winced again at the intense pain.
Bleu was shot from her euphoria and she snapped back into reality. What did she just do?
"Shit," she pulled Paris's robe back to find that indeed there were blue and purple marks scattered across her ribs and chest. "I'm so sorry I wasn't thinking. I didn't mean to-" I lost control.
"No," Paris placed her hand on Bleu's. "It's fine." She smiled at her and Bleu couldn't believe how stunning she looked even with her bun falling apart.
Bleu immediately stood up, frowning. What was she doing? Her boyfriend was right outside and her best friend almost got raped and here she was practically doing the same thing. She was ashamed of herself.
"I-I gotta go," she muttered, going past Paris to open the door. "I just came to check on you. Get well soon."
Ignoring Paris's confused and pained look, she walked outside, a heavy weight on her heart as she opened the door to Dean's car and sat inside.
"You ok, babe?" Dean looked at her in concern as he drove away.
"I'm fine," Bleu replied in a daze. "Just a bit scared." Terrified.
I liked the kiss way too much.