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??”

listen to me?”

Leave!” I stood and grabbed her arm, forcefully leading her

to me first!” she said angrily

my eyes and already

car for your

“What?”

my father to get you a car that would help you with your work,” she

believe my

asked, unable to believe a

“Yes.”

folded my arms. “What’s the

no catch.

until she flinched. She never did

me but still

because I said I hate you, right?” I

a hard time with this new life but there’s one thing I don’t

get me a car so I

the only thing I could do to get a little favor from you, was to convince my father into getting you

talk to you. He’s in

ended and left the room. I followed

I said to him,

necessary. Yes, I got you a car for work. If it was left to me, you would never get one because you have to learn to toil, Asahd. However, she succeeded in 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 got you

be that

positive, though a lump grew

′I miss my baby.′

in Zagreh. The sting in my chest

-

me, probably expecting me to

anything to say, Asahd? Not even

shook his head a little, in clear disappointment. He’d betrayed me and so

to him,” he told his

“Okay.”

and stood on the sidewalk. There were a lot

till she stopped

eyes wide as

lips twitching in clear amusement. She was trying hard not

gawd,” I ran my palms over

throat, still

at the

it?? Are you kidding me?” I went round the

seat next to the

she mused,

“Oh my gawd. Why?”

stuck my head in through the open window