Last chapter of the upload spree :( I'll try and upload as frequently as I can but I have mock GCSEs between January 6th and 15th so I'm not going to have any time. Sorry :((((((
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CHAPTER THREE
I pulled on my pajamas and chased after him, the spines of the cilice belt tearing into my flesh with every step and sending fresh waves of blood pouring down my leg. It soaked into my trousers and each pace ripped into my heart, the pain overwhelming me.
"Max!" I called to him, "Please, Maxon stop! This is hurting me Max! Stop!" I could see him slow, having heard my sobs, but in his rage he didn't stop. Instead he burst into his parents' bed chambers. I heard shouting but I stopped and knocked politely on the door. Queen Amberly called me in and everyone looked at me expectantly. "Can I just take your son back now please? He and I need to talk and it would be ungentlemanly to refuse me," I begged tearfully. Queen Amberly smiled slightly, uncomfortably, but King Clarkson's face was still as stone as he glared at me. I flinched away from his stare.
"No Mer, people need to know," Maxon ran his hand along my face. That coupled with the throbbing in my temples and the blurring of my vision began to consume me and I knew I didn't have long.
"Max, please don't," I begged. "I don't want them to know, everyone will think I'm weak." I completely opposed what I had just said by finally collapsing onto floor. I fell on my side, the dagger-like blades of the brace stabbing into my flesh. I did the only thing I could do. I screamed.
"Maxon, what's wrong with her?" I heard Queen Amberly ask as the two knelt beside me. I writhed in pain when Maxon's mother tried to sooth me by rubbing my leg. "No? I'm sorry America," she apologised. "Max, what's happened?" He pulled my pajamas bottoms off as best as he could. The heavy cotton had been torn by spikes and the threads had become tangled in the chain, pulling it through my skin when Maxon removed the trousers. "Oh God," Amberly gasped. "Who did this?" she eyed the large purple bruises around the cilice and all of the half-healed cuts from lashings and knives.
"Ask father," Maxon spat before lifting me – at which I cried out in pain – careful not to disturb the cilice belt that was wrapped tightly around my thigh, and running as quickly but as gently as he could towards the hospital. Amberly turned to her husband gravely and shook her head.
"What have you done now Clarkson," she whispered before chasing us from the room.
I began to close my eyes. It was cold and my trousers were heavy with blood. Maxon soothed me, whispering to me, encouraging me to stay awake.
"Mer, come on, stay with me," he begged, increasing his pace. "America Singer, goddammit if you close your eyes there will be hell to pay when you wake up." I nearly laughed. "Mer?"
"I love you Maxon Schreave, prince or not," I managed before my eyes closed.
I think I died then. For a short while at least. My eyes were shut. My heart beat stopped. I didn't breathe. For a few minutes I still had a blurry awareness of things, but it felt as if I was watching myself being carried into the Hospital Wing rather than experiencing it. I saw Queen Amberly weeping as she gripped my hand. Doctors and nurses rushed around in hazes of white, shouting to each other. I saw Maxon try to stay strong when they said that I was as good as gone. I saw him buckle. I saw him cry. I saw him break, and in that moment, with tears streaming down his face, I swear his soul died with me.
"I love you too America Singer. I always have and I always will."
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