Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE ROYALLY SCREWED PRINCESS: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

I was sick. I was sick to my stomach for days. I buried myself in bed, tossing and turning with sweat trickling from every open pore on my skin. Yet my compulsive behavior still had me wake up and wash the sheets each day as sick as I was from how hard I was sweating. The contractors were supposed to start working on the room and I had no energy to move out so I told them to start working on the other rooms first. Besides the sickness, I was dealing with the constant pounding of hammer to wall and other sounds of construction work. I did not want to see anyone so much I put a chair under the door handle. I blocked Areli out from my head but that did not stop her from insistently knocking on my door and sitting there for hours telling me ridiculous stories each day. She tried, she did try to cheer me up but she was not the problem. I was the problem. I just wanted to be left alone. She did not know I was sick, no one knew and I liked to keep it that way. They all thought I was mopping

I was doing much better when I next woke up. As much as I hated it, I kept Brum’s t-shirt on. I sniffed it constantly and it kept me sane. I packed all his clothes away and set the cases to the side. I changed the bed sheets then decided to clean the floors. I knew I was delaying the invertible yet I stalled as much as I could until I knew I had to face the world again. I showered and brushed my teeth a million times. I oiled my skin and even sprayed some perfume after wearing what was once a tight dress. I tied some beads around my waist to keep the dress from hanging awkwardly. Walking out of the room was like walking through a wall of fire, but I had no choice. I had to do it, I whispered to myself, jutting my chin up. “I am strong. I can do this.” I chanted out, taking it one step at a time. The chair under that handle had kept many out but it was time to let them in. I put the chair back in it’s place then walked back to the door. I don’t know what I thought but after two weeks

Vex scooped me up in his arms and I could not resist holding onto his shoulder and waist to keep myself from falling. I buried my head in the crook of his arm. I felt the air rushing passed us as he ran back to the pack that had now turned to my prison. The thought of it robbed me of my breath. It was suddenly so suffocating yet I couldn’t leave. Not until Brum and I talked about the baby. I was sure they had already told him because it seemed everyone knew before me. I berated myself in the privacy of my thoughts, cursing at my blindness. How had I not seen it? It had been staring me right in the face. I was sick with worry, worry for my child and worry for their future. My brother was also back. Who knew what he would do. But more importantly, was my child alright? The baby’s heart was beating way slower than my ears could pick up, especially with my weakened senses. How big were they? How far along was I? Flavia came to mind and I nearly wept. I hoped I would not carry the baby fo

Brum’s P.O.V“Rose.” I called, my hand moving to touch her shoulder but she shook it off and lay there.“Come on. Please, just try.” I said, coaxing her but she did not even reply.“Rose.” I tried again yet she did not respond. She had lost so much weight because she could not keep anything down. I sat back and cursed in my head. I ran my hand through my hair and put the bowl of her favorite soup down. I had thought of everything to try make her eat but nothing worked. She hadn’t kept anything down in over a month.I turned my head to stare at the crib where Hugo lay. I blinked the foreign emotions away. As much as I was attached to the kid, I didn’t know how I got myself in this situation. I had been trying to help Rose and her parents but in the end, Rose’s parents left her to me and she was….she was wilting. And because of that, Hugo was also not doing well. Since the pregnancy, Rose was overly sick. She could not eat anything at all which led to her not being able to produce milk

Brum’s P.O.VRose is dead, Rose is dead, Rose is dead. I could hear myself breathing loudly. I ran my hands rough through my hair and nearly ripped each strand from it’s root. I was pacing back and forth, the sound of distant voices and a thousand incoherent thoughts echoing through my head.How was it possible? I had left her….she had just been laying there.A distant call resonated through my mind but like everything else, it fell into the cacophony of noise and drifted off to an incoherent noise.I'd left her lying there, on the bed. I blinked and the image of her wrapped in covers came to me but as I blinked again the horror I was in confronted me. There was blood everywhere. The walls were splattered with it like a macabre piece of amateur art. The flooring was dotted with it, a clear sign of Rose fighting back. Her claw marks were accompanied with splatters of red, as if the person had been clawing or cutting into her as they dragged her. My mind had depicted an image of it’