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A Kingdom for A Prince (Part 12)


"Hold on tight, sis. And buckle up, it's gonna be a bumpy ride."

Hitting the accelerator, I soon got the car racing out of the garage gate and out into the compound. I could hear exclaims and shouts, followed by a lot of gunshots. We both screamed and ducked the incoming bullets as I picked up the pace and made my way to the front gate. It was about to close and there were a few men waiting there to grab me once I hit the brakes.

"Come on, come on, come on..." I mumbled as I accelerated even more, hoping to clear the gap that was getting smaller and smaller...

I cursed to myself, either way we're dead. I closed my eyes as i hit the accelerator, my speed going up faster... 90... 100... 115... The car scratched against the doors, breaking on the outside mirrors, yet making it through, I sighed in relief, slowly breaking to lower my speed, yet being safe. Once my speed lowered, to 40, I kept it constant. I turned to face the girl who was pale faced, tightly grabbing onto the seat, looking as if she'd about to cry.

"It's OK, sis. Let it all out. I won't judge," I said as I made my way down into the highway, trying to slowly weave in and out of traffic so I can get lost in it and shake off any potential pursuers. The girl soon started sobbing as she covered her face with her tiny hands, letting it all out. I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't care, as long as it was far away from the Drake Manor territory. By the time I realized the girl had stopped crying, I was out of the highway and into the big Irish city.

"So... What's your name?" I tried to break the ice.

"S-Stephanie..." She replied timidly.

"Stephanie? Like Nana's name?"

"Yes. How did you know?"

"Like I said, I'm your big brother Sheridan. Sheridan Benedict. But in America, I go by Desmond Dunn."

She looked at me, a tiny bit confused, but she also seemed as if she was starting to believe me. I found a phone in the car and handed it to her. "Call *249*, it seemed like it's not phone number, but that was the code for a jet from our place if we ever needed one, something you should know, also input the stars. We're heading out towards the country."

She looked a little skeptical, but nodded anyways and dialed the phone as instructed.

"They're asking for the password," Stephanie said. "Mommy and Daddy never really taught me any passwords yet."

"Say 'Boris Meets Doris'. Mommy and I came up with that name," I chuckled at the memory. Stephanie looked at me incredulously before repeating what I said, then hung up.

"They said they'll be at the airport in 15 minutes. Can we get there in time? Do you know the way?"

"GPS." I said. She quickly understood and looked up the nearest airport. "Alright. About 20 minutes away."

I nodded and looked at the phone screen, going a bit beyond the speed limit but eventually we arrived at the airport. I caught a sight of the Blue and white jet, the memories flooded in. Finally going home. I parked near the plane and hurried myself and Stephanie in.
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