Royalty Gone Bad

Writer’s POV:

Throughout that week, Asahd worked nonstop. He rested throughout the weekend and spent his time in bed and on his phone.

He’d succeeded in bringing sixty five dollars and additional tips from work, everyday, that week. As planned, he would give thirty dollars of his money to Djafar as his contribution to bills, and would stay with what was left. Djafar was very happy with Asahd’s efforts and would call the sultan to give him details.

Asahd was improving when it came to getting rid of his laziness. But there was still many other problems that needed to he solved. He remained the same egocentric, rude, disrespectful, spoiled and selfish Asahd. When he demanded something useless that he couldn’t buy himself, and Djafar said no, he would go into uncontrollable tantrums. Typical.

It saddened Djafar who hoped Asahd would learn to appreciate the little available, would learn to be humble and control his loose temper.

Asahd was as stubborn and steadfast as ever. Throughout that week of work, he spoke to neither Djafar or Saïda, unless it was concerning his work and the money he had to contribute for the so called bills. He ignored them and wanted to discuss nothing with them.

It hurt Djafar very much that Asahd ignored him that way. But even though it saddened him, he remained very strict and firm. Whenever he felt like giving in to Asahd’s nonsense, he would remember that all he was doing was for the Prince’s good.

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Asahd’s POV:

I lay on my bed, manipulating my phone that Sunday afternoon.

I then received one more call from my parents, for the fifth time that afternoon. I’d been rejecting their calls ever since I’d discovered this stupid plan of theirs. But that particular day, I decided to pick.

“What?” I asked lazily, picking the call.

"Finally, my dear. How are you?

-Are you okay??” I heard my parents ask.

“Well, I’m not dead yet. And it’s not thanks to you two. I was robbed and had a gun pointed at my forehead, the first night I spent in this city! The first!”

"Asahd, we tried to call you that same night, after Djafar had told us about the horrible incident. We were so worried but you refused to pick our calls and since have.

-Your father is saying the truth, Asahd. Sweetheart you should understand that this is for your own good. Djafar told us about your job and how you are doing great with it. We are so happy.

-Yes dear, we are very proud of–"

I hung up before they could finish whatever bullshit they were saying. In just a minute or so, they’d bored the hell out of me.

“Proud of my ass,” I mumbled.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

“Go away!” I said, manipulating my phone.

But the door opened and Saïda stepped in. I rolled my eyes. I’d ignored her throughout that week and though she tried to speak to me, looking for all means for me to answer and speak to her, I still did not say a single word to her. Wasn’t interested, didn’t care.

“Asahd?” she called and approached my bed. “How are you today?”

I sighed and put my headphones on. I wasn’t going to listen to her. She was still trying to speak to me but the loud music I was listening to, covered up her gibberish.

My eyes grew wide in disbelief when she pulled my earphones off. I looked at her like she was mad.

you??”

please listen to

you or your father. Leave!” I stood and grabbed her arm,

she said angrily and abruptly got out of my

rolling my eyes and already

for your job,” she said

“What?”

to get you a car that would help you with your

couldn’t believe my

that?” I asked, unable

“Yes.”

scoffed and folded my arms. “What’s

catch.

my eyes and stared at her until she flinched. She never did anything nice for me unless

still tried to speak to me. Like she was

is because I said I hate you, right?” I

it’s no secret. I like to see you have a hard time with this new life but there’s one thing I don’t want. I don’t

so you convinced your father to get me a car so I would stop

don’t want you to hate me. And the only thing I could do to get a little favor from you, was to convince

talk to you. He’s

left the room. I followed her

said to him, folding my

convincing me, making me realise that you work more than five hours a day and waiting for a bus or going to a subway is even more tiring after a long day. And so I

can be

to think positive, though a lump

′I miss my baby.′

in Zagreh. The sting in my chest at the thought of it

-

at me, probably expecting me to

to say, Asahd? Not even

asked casually and he shook his head a little, in clear disappointment. He’d betrayed

to

“Okay.”

apartment and I silently followed her. We took the old elevator and went down. We left the building and stood on the sidewalk. There were a lot of different cars parked outside and so I didn’t know which exactly was the one

followed her down the sidewalk till she stopped in

it??” I asked in disbelief, my eyes

was trying hard not to laugh. I didn’t find it funny at

so old school! And ugly. Oh gawd,” I ran my palms over my face in disgust.

her throat, still

at

Are you kidding me?” I went round the car. “This

window of the seat next to the

she mused, after seeing that

“Oh my gawd. Why?”

would pass out. I stuck my head in through the open window and the smell