Chapter 4 Red

I jumped up out of my sleep after hearing an extremely Lou noise next to my ear. Jason is standing beside my bed playing an electric guitar. "Wakey wakey eggs and baky oh don't let the bacon burn" He sang out eyes closed.

"What the hell Jason what are you, Jason I'm awake! He continued to play and sing, still not realizing I was already awake. I got up and kicked over his amplifier after snatching out the cord. "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you insane?!" I yelled in annoyance.

"Oh sorry Mom said to wake you. I tried the whole pushing and tapping thing but you were knocked out. I'm talking about snoring and saliva just pooling and I mean the whole grizzly bear-type snore...I didn't know what else to do"

"I... I don't drool and I know my snoring is not that bad... is it?" I asked, looking down at the floor completely embarrassed. "Oh it is baby it is," He said with a huge smirk. I threw a pillow at him. "I am not your baby, Jerk," I said as I walked towards my bathroom.

He laughed and followed me after placing the guitar down on the bed. "Wait so you accept my brother as your soon-to-be hubby?" He questioned with furrowed brows. I slammed the toothpaste down on the sink and turned to face him. "No way. I'd rather get hit by a truck"

"Damn, that's how you feel after just one day in this place. We have so much in common. I'm so in love" He said laughing. I rolled my eyes and began to put toothpaste on my toothbrush. There's a silence that lasts a little too long for comfort.

I glanced at him in the mirror and caught him staring. "What?" I asked after spitting. "Then if you hate him so much. Who exactly do you have your eyes on? Is it Lou or will you be mine?" The question caught me off guard. I turned to face him and gave him a huge smile as I walked towards him slowly.

I could tell he was confused. He went from leaning on the door to standing up straight and taking a few steps back. "You... want to be my girl?" He asked with a confused look then held out his arms for me to run into them. "Do I want to be your girl? keep dreaming"

I said as I slammed the bathroom door in his face and locked it. "You're feisty but I like it. Just tell me when you're ready to be mine. I'll buy you a Huge teddy bear and chocolates!" he yelled from the other side of the door. I couldn't help but laugh at him. He has a serious problem.

I thought as I finished brushing my teeth. Then I peeked out of the door to make sure he was gone before I closed the door back and turned the shower on. I made sure to enjoy it since I had no plans to stay long. To be honest I had no plan at all.

All that I knew for sure was that I was leaving this place. I got dressed in some comfortable running shoes, a long-sleeved white sweatshirt, and dark gray jogging pants. I tied my hair up in a tight ponytail and packed a light backpack for later when I left.

I made my way to the elevator. Yes, the place has an elevator. Cool right? anyway, I met Marry on it. One of the maids. She was pulling a cart. I asked her how she felt working here. She was super excited and just went on and on about how great it is to work in a castle.

That's surprising you would think it'd be kinda scary working for a king and queen. I mean if it's anything like the movies or my old place. One wrong move and it's to the dungeons for extreme torture or beheading. In her words, the king and queen are the nicest people you will ever meet.

How's that when they have a devil for a son? I mean he's got that temper from one of them. If not both. I thought as I made it to the huge dining table where the king, queen, and their three sons already sat eating.

"Oh sweetheart hurry, sit, your food will get cold," Queen Satarro said as she held out a chair for me. "Thank you," I said as I sat down. I didn't dare look that devil's way. I felt uncomfortable just being at the table with him.

"I don't know what you like so I had our cook make different dishes," The queen said pointing to all of the food. There were six of us at the table but it was filled up like a feast. I felt grateful and bad at the same time. She had the cook make all of this trying to make sure there's something I like on the table.

"Thank you so much, I'm not very picky, you didn't have to," I said before adding fruit to my plate along with some French toast. "Oh, you're so sweet. It's not a problem" she said, giving a huge smile before taking a bite of an apple.

Ok, I lied I'm a bit picky but no one would ever know. I feel like telling someone I don't like what they cooked is kinda rude and will come off as ungrateful. So whenever I don't like something I save it for last and pretend to be full by the time I reach it.

In this case, I didn't have to do that. There were many dishes on the table I loved like strawberry french toast. Which is my favorite breakfast food. There are other great things but I only paid attention to the French toast and fruit-filled oatmeal.

-POP!

There's a loud noise and the grape on my spoon along with everything else is suddenly covered red. My ears rang with the sound of white noise. Reality hits when the screams echo through the castle. "Nooooo!"