*Frisk's POV*

The Prince.

The Prince.

All I could think about were the last words G said.

I remembered the first time I met him, his voice full of spitting anger as he yelled "the prince". Just listening to him, you could feel his hatred.

Comparing me to the prince can't be good.

I opened my eyes slowly, afraid that I would still be on the bloody cement outside.

Instead, I was in my cell again, Bella sitting on the ground next to the bed I laid in.

My throat felt as if it was in shreds and my nose felt sore, the bandage on it again. My neck stung and when I swallowed it felt like my blood tearing up my throat.

I swallowed anyway and whispered in a soft, horse, voice, "... Why didn't you help me?"

Bella's head shot up to face me, and I could see the worry that itched her for probably hours and hours. Her lime eyes shimmered with wet tears and fear.

"I-I couldn't!" She said, her voice breaking into sobs.

My resent to her was replaced with pity, and I knew that it must've been hard on her to watch her only friend beaten by the toughest guy in prison.

Yet, my heart tugged at me to keep back from consoling her. My heart pulled my kind words down my aching throat and I swallowed again, as if it would stop the words from trying to come up.

I kept my face blank, and my eyes dry. Bella's chin trembled and her mouth dripped a bit, the slick teeth hardly visible to me.

Though I still stared at them with a dark expression.

"I'm so sorry Frisk!" She said, trying to keep her voice level.

That's when I asked myself, 'What is she apologizing for? What did she do wrong?'

As I thought about it, what could she have done to stop G?

Even if she went to get the guards, people get beat up all the time, and never get cared for. I was lucky enough Bella got the guards to heal me.

More or less, the sharp pain in my throat reminded me otherwise.

As Bella trembled, her eyes trying to hold in her tears, I placed my hand on my stomach lightly, feeling the sore pain of bruises.

Bella didn't do this to me.

This isn't Bella's fault.

My pity took over and I turned my head slowly to face her, the feeling of blood rushing filled the right side of my head and I struggled not to cringe.

"I understand..." I whispered in my pain filled voice.

Even though my words were true, they didn't sound true. They came out soft and weak, much more like an apology then forgiveness.

Bella seemed to hear differently because I could see the relief flood through her, relaxing her shoulders and chest. She breathed evenly and easier.

I wish I could say the same for myself.

"Thank you Frisk... I got the guard as soon as G left I swear!" Her voice was strained and full of worry, as if she was still trying to convince me to forgive her.

"I said I understand!" I yelled a little too sharply.

As the words left my throat, I began coughing and sputtering.

Bella quickly sat me up slowly and stared at me worried, her hands shaking with ignorance on what to do.

I waved my hand meaning she didn't have to help me, but Bella didn't seem to understand and she moved my hair out of my face with her slick hands.

I fought another shiver.

"It's alright..." She whispered in a soft voice, "Don't worry, the officer said that you can stay in here for another day. They'll bring you the meals."

Her smile didn't make me feel any better about the situation, but I was glad I wouldn't have to see G for a whole day.

After I calmed down, and my body functioned better, I fought the urge to sigh and laid back down.

"... You'll be fine right?" I asked Bella, suddenly thinking about what would happen to her without me.

As I realized it, I wondered what would happen to her if she did have me.

I couldn't do anything to protect her, so why did I act like I could?

"Of course! I'll stay out of trouble unlike some people," She winked at me as the guard opened her cell so she could go to breakfast.

Even though the comment stung a bit, I smiled at the fact our smooth friendship was done being rough.

While she was at breakfast, the world felt strangely quiet.

The eating hall was very far from where I was, and I could feel the silence fill my ears, as if nothing could pass through my mind and into my head.

I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it.

The only thing I didn't enjoy about it, is the fact I was alone with my thoughts. Nothing distracted my mind from thinking about what I had done, and I had to fight my tears to keep the silence around.

Though the silence was terribly interrupted with a loud bang of a door, and the sound of walking feet. I heard the sound of cuffs being unlocked and more walking feet.

Two guards accompanied G as he walked down the hall proudly, like he was the most important man in the building.

He had the same sickly smirk and dark eyes as before, and I watched as his dark eyes fell on me.

I hadn't realize I was holding my breath until I let it out sharply.

He stopped and I could see the guards didn't even care.

Why couldn't they do that with everyone in the building?

Of course I didn't think about it at the time, but there would be mass chaos and a prison break.

Just didn't feel fair that G had more freedom then the rest of us.

More freedom then me.

"Well hello dollface, you too weak to come and eat?" He smirked more and I watched him walk over to my cell, his orange suit still rolled up at the arms.

I growled and just turned my head away, not in the mood to look at him, or the guards to leaned against the wall that separated cells.

"... Heh, no back talk today? That's funny cause you're safer in there then when you're right up to my face," G chuckled as he gripped the bars.

Instead of making any sound, I stayed silent and prayed he would just leave and never come back.

He didn't leave, instead he just continued talking, "Ya know... these bars aren't that hard to break... maybe I could just-"

The sound of him shaking the bars made me yelp and jolt, the feeling of fear from G coming in and the pain from my nose and neck spreading through me slowly like an aching sore.

Though he didn't come in, and his laughter filled my ears.

I hated the way his laugh sounded.

It didn't fit him at all, and it made me furious to even hear it.

"You should have seen your face!" He laughed putting his hand on his stomach and hitting his knees, "That was pathetic!"

I growled again, the sound vibrating the pain in my throat as I turned my head away, curling up on the bed.

"Anyways dollface," He continued, as if I had just finished a conversation with him, "Imma miss ya at breakfast..."

I knew he meant he would miss beating me up.

Miss teasing me.

Miss hearing my cries of pain.

The words he said surged through me with a fiery pain and I tried to keep myself silent.

Finally he left, and so did the guards.

For once I was glad their was a lock on my door.

For once I was glad I had the luck G didn't use his strength to break the bars and hurt me.

Because for once, I believed he actually could.

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A/N: ANOTHER CHAPTER YAY!

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