Hey guys, thanks for all the amazing reviews, they seriously make my day. I am glad all of you are liking it so far and if not then why are you even here? Alright so this whole drama Maxon trapping America deal is not my true opinion of Maxon. Dear Jesus if Maxon were real I would go and put police tape on him and say back off he's mine. I love Maxon but you know its a story so just roll with it. Bye guys and thanks for reading! Read and Review away!
Killian's POV
Once Maxon exited America's room he nodded at me and rushed away. I furrowed my brows together, confused at his odd mannerisms. I re-entered America's room and she stood looking right through me with a hand on her chest. I walked over to her and said, "Mer, is everything okay?" She shook her head, speechless and looked up at me, tears welling in her beautiful eyes. Too many times had I seen tears brought their because of Maxon. She finally found her voice and said, "Maxon is keeping me in the competition. He won't let me leave." I took a step backwards and leaned against the wall. She walked over to me and whispered, "I don't want to go back to him Killian. There has to be another way-" I embraced her in a large hug and said, "I know. There is another way, there must be. I will protect you, I promise. I promise." She loosened her muscles a little when I said that and looked up at me. "I will find a way." I assured her. She ducked her head under my chin and I kissed the top of her head. Even if I couldn't be with her romantically, I wouldn't stop trying to win her heart. I knew that we were never romantic to begin with but I was determined to change that.
POV SWITCH TO AMURRRICA (I really like making her name sound weird and stretched out.)
Killian kissed my head left. I was left alone to my room. I decided to get dressed and rang the bells for my maids. If I was in this competition again I needed to go out with a bang. I couldn't stay and try to fight for Maxon. I would do whatever it took to be personally kicked off by his father. But it broke my heart to think I might be leaving Killian by doing so. When my maids arrived they got me into a conservative grey dress and black flats with a simple silver necklace and jewelry. I made my way out of my room once fully ready and down to the gardens. I walked around and roamed the hedges and flowers. I heard deep footsteps behind me and stopped. I turned around to find King Clarkson standing before me. I curtsied and rose, "Hello, your Majesty." He didn't respond but grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the gardens and to his study. "You were supposed to be gone this morning."
"Trust me, your majesty I want to be gone. I want to leave!" I exclaimed. "I hate it here." He slapped me across the face and I could taste the blood from my lip. "Then why aren't you gone?" he growled at me. "Prince Maxon told me I had to stay here. That I was re-invited to participate in the competition. I begged to go but he wouldn't let me." This time the King punched my cheek. The strength of his fist sent me sailing on to the ground. "Get up you filthy liar of a filthy five." he spat. I pulled myself off the ground and the King called Maxon. He arrived within minutes and saw the giant bruise forming on my face, "Are you alright, dear?" He stepped towards me but I stepped backwards.
He turned to the King and said, "You did this. You told me you wouldn't touch her."
"You told me you were sending her home. Now send her home for real now and she will never be touched again." the king spat out. A pang of relief flew over me, I got to go home. "No." What? "No. She is here to stay. I love her."
"But she doesn't love you. Not anymore at least." the king said with a happy grin. Maxon scowled and turned away, offering me a hand. I didn't take it and walked myself out of the room. I made my way back to my room to call my maids to cover up this hideous bruise before Killian could see it. I didn't want him to know I was hurt again. He had picked up too many broken things in my life. I didn't want to burden him with this. I saw Killian emerge from his room with and he smiled when he called my name. I ignored it and fiddled with my key and my door. I quickly opened my door and tried to close it but Killian stopped it. I hung my head low to cover the bruise. "What's wrong? Is it me?" he asked. His voice sounded like a little boy who's dog just died. "No, its not Killian. Just, just go okay? I need a minute." I never looked up at him and he brought a hand to my chin and lifted my head up, "Hey, I know somethings-" he stopped himself when he saw the purple bruise on my jaw. "Who did this?" he said as calmly as he could but I could see the rage building inside him. I put both my hands on his shoulders and said, "I slipped and hit my cheek on the bath tub earlier, no one did this Killian."
He looked at me with a pained expression and said, "Don't lie to me Mer. I can see that was a fist, not a bath tub. I'm not dumb." I shook my head and said, "You can't even do anything about this Killian. It won't matter. I'm fine now." He stared at me doubtfully and then nodded and said, "At least let me get you some ice." He turned away and left and I closed the door. I walked into my bathroom and jumped back when I looked in the mirror. The bruise was alarmingly large and was a mixture of purple, blue, an green. It was awful. I sighed and sat down at the vanity. My maids showed up minutes later and gasped at my face. They didn't ask who because they know the only person who could get away with doing this and who was mean enough to actually do it. Lucy ran downstairs and came back with Killian who had ice and Lucy had a bottle of mustard. "This should do the trick."
She opened the mustard bottle and went towards my face, "Whoa! Why are you going at my face with a bottle of mustard?" I asked questioningly. She smiled and said, "Mustard will help lift the bruise. Trust me, maids secret." (N/A: seriously guys I was in a car crash one time and I had a bruise the size of texas on my leg but my mom but mustard and ice on it and it disappeared the next day. true story.) I allowed her to lather the mustard on my cheek but it stung when she touched it. She then put some ice cubes on my cheek and held it there for a little then pulled away then put it back on, repeating this process for a half an hour. The whole time Killian just stood their and held my hand. Something Maxon should be doing but I couldn't think about him right now. When Lucy stopped her cycle of mustard and ice she smiled. "There you go. Look in the mirror!" She squealed. I walked over to the mirror and sure enough, the bruise almost faded completely. Killian smiled once it was gone but it still hurt for me to smile so I said, "Thank you so much Lucy, Mary, Anne. I nodded towards the door a little and they left, leaving me and Killian alone.
"Please, Mer." he said. I shook my head and said, "I'm sorry but no. Trust me, I'm fine. I'm a big girl, Kil."
"Did you just call me Kil?" I laughed and said, "Maybe."
"You make me sound like a murderer! Kil. There has to be something better than that for a nickname Mer." He laughed loudly and I said, "Hmm. I don't know what do you want me to call you?" "I don't know, anything but Kil!"
"How about, Killi?" I said nervously. "No, that makes me sound like a priss."
"Alright. K." I said. "What is it?" he asked.
"K. That's your new name. So that's how it's going to be. For now. Until I can think of something better to call you."
"How about Killian?" he asked. I smiled and said, "Just Killian works. I guess."