AN: Wow, I had a lot of reviews for that chapter. I have to say,
saltytheseahorsecrabshell, yours was the most....creative one. I was going to
wait till the end of the story to actually tell who it was, but since you
guys are the best, I decided to tell you now. And you guys are either
really good detectives, guesses or it was just obvious, but the real
kidnapper was most of the guesses.
So thanks again, and enjoy the chapter.
Chapter 11
*Still in the nightmare*
"Kenny?!" I hear my voice crack in astonishment and fright
"Hello Princess." My says, smiling in a strange calm way
"Kenny, why did you do this?" I asked
"Because I knew that if I didn't do something, you'd still be with Michael. I know that he loves you, and supposedly love him. But I didn't want you too. I wanted you all for myself. And I knew we were perfect for each other. We're both outcasts, smart, sensible people." He laughed, "And plus, Michael's too old for you."
"I think you lost that sensible side Kenny." I spat at him
"Mia, Mia. You will learn to respect me soon. And you will forget all about Michael." He said
"Kenny, you can hurt me all you want, but don't you dare put a finger on Michael." I told him
"Now, now. I want harm either of you, but there are other ways."
"Kenny, I'm the princess of Genovia. Both they and the New York cops are out looking for me. They will find me."
Kenny laughed coldly again, "That's what you think. But no one has a clue where you are Princess."
"Kenny," I said quietly, as I started to cry, "Stop this. You don't know what you're doing. Stop....please."
"Mia, I can't. You broke my heart, and it's time for Michael to suffer the way I did too."
*End of nightmare*
Mia woke up, drenched in sweat, and oddly, tears too.
She couldn't believe she had to live through that horrible experience again.
'And I'm going to have to tell Dad tomorrow.' She thought.
Mia spent the rest of the night hugging her knees, rocking slowly back and forth, not wanting to fall asleep again.
And it was the same position her maid found her in the next morning.
"Oh my God," She said, looking at Mia. Mia's eyes were wide with terror, and she had dark lines underneath them, "I have to go get the queen."
Mia, not caring that Grandmere would too see her like this, still kept rocking back and forth.
Soon, she heard quick footsteps coming to her door.
"Dear Lord," She heard Grandmere say in a near whisper, which was unusual, "Amelia?"
No answer.
"Should I call a doctor?" The maid asked
"No. Call her father. He would like to know about this. He should be on his way all ready." Grandmere ordered
The maid left, but Grandmere lingered for a little while.
"This has to do with your kidnapping doesn't it Amelia?" She asked. It was the first time she had uttered a word about the kidnapping. And the way she said it sent a chill down Mia's spine.
And for the first time in hours, Mia spoke,
"Grandmere, you weren't there. You didn't know how horrible it was. You didn't feel the cold and fear. You didn't have the pain, not the way I did."
And to Mia's astonishment, Grandmere came over to her, sat down on the bed, and embraced her. She didn't notice or care that Mia's tears and running mascara was wreaking her dress.
"My dear Amelia," She said soothingly, "You're right, I wasn't there, but I still felt the pain. I never showed it, but I was hurting so badly inside. I thought I'd never see my grandchild ever again. I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you." And then, Grandmere actually starting crying.
And this time, it wasn't because of selfishness, but because she was so worried about her grandchild, the future queen of her country.
And then it was Mia's turn to hug her back.
"I thought I'd never see you again, or the rest of my family and friends." She said A half in hour later, someone knocked on Mia's door.
Grandmere stood up, and dried off her tears. She didn't want to look like a softy.
"Come in." She said
"Your Majesty?" The maid said, opening the door, "The prince has arrived. He's downstairs."
"Thank you Eleanor." Grandmere said "Will you have tea for three ready and invite him into the Family Quarters."
"Yes, my lady." Eleanor said, curtsying, and closing the door again.
"Well Amelia, why don't we change and meet your father downstairs." Grandmere said as soon as Eleanor had left
Mia nodded and got off the bed.
"I'll see you downstairs." Grandmere said, then left.
Mia changed into a soft blue dress which was somewhat see through, so she added a shall on top.
She looked in the mirror, not recognizing herself. She dabbed her eyes, and wiped the mascara of her face. She didn't feel like adding any new make-up, so she left her room ready to face her father, and to tell her story.
AN: I hope you liked reading that chapter as much as I liked writing it. I know it was sappy, but it worked with the story. Thanks for reading!
So thanks again, and enjoy the chapter.
Chapter 11
*Still in the nightmare*
"Kenny?!" I hear my voice crack in astonishment and fright
"Hello Princess." My says, smiling in a strange calm way
"Kenny, why did you do this?" I asked
"Because I knew that if I didn't do something, you'd still be with Michael. I know that he loves you, and supposedly love him. But I didn't want you too. I wanted you all for myself. And I knew we were perfect for each other. We're both outcasts, smart, sensible people." He laughed, "And plus, Michael's too old for you."
"I think you lost that sensible side Kenny." I spat at him
"Mia, Mia. You will learn to respect me soon. And you will forget all about Michael." He said
"Kenny, you can hurt me all you want, but don't you dare put a finger on Michael." I told him
"Now, now. I want harm either of you, but there are other ways."
"Kenny, I'm the princess of Genovia. Both they and the New York cops are out looking for me. They will find me."
Kenny laughed coldly again, "That's what you think. But no one has a clue where you are Princess."
"Kenny," I said quietly, as I started to cry, "Stop this. You don't know what you're doing. Stop....please."
"Mia, I can't. You broke my heart, and it's time for Michael to suffer the way I did too."
*End of nightmare*
Mia woke up, drenched in sweat, and oddly, tears too.
She couldn't believe she had to live through that horrible experience again.
'And I'm going to have to tell Dad tomorrow.' She thought.
Mia spent the rest of the night hugging her knees, rocking slowly back and forth, not wanting to fall asleep again.
And it was the same position her maid found her in the next morning.
"Oh my God," She said, looking at Mia. Mia's eyes were wide with terror, and she had dark lines underneath them, "I have to go get the queen."
Mia, not caring that Grandmere would too see her like this, still kept rocking back and forth.
Soon, she heard quick footsteps coming to her door.
"Dear Lord," She heard Grandmere say in a near whisper, which was unusual, "Amelia?"
No answer.
"Should I call a doctor?" The maid asked
"No. Call her father. He would like to know about this. He should be on his way all ready." Grandmere ordered
The maid left, but Grandmere lingered for a little while.
"This has to do with your kidnapping doesn't it Amelia?" She asked. It was the first time she had uttered a word about the kidnapping. And the way she said it sent a chill down Mia's spine.
And for the first time in hours, Mia spoke,
"Grandmere, you weren't there. You didn't know how horrible it was. You didn't feel the cold and fear. You didn't have the pain, not the way I did."
And to Mia's astonishment, Grandmere came over to her, sat down on the bed, and embraced her. She didn't notice or care that Mia's tears and running mascara was wreaking her dress.
"My dear Amelia," She said soothingly, "You're right, I wasn't there, but I still felt the pain. I never showed it, but I was hurting so badly inside. I thought I'd never see my grandchild ever again. I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you." And then, Grandmere actually starting crying.
And this time, it wasn't because of selfishness, but because she was so worried about her grandchild, the future queen of her country.
And then it was Mia's turn to hug her back.
"I thought I'd never see you again, or the rest of my family and friends." She said A half in hour later, someone knocked on Mia's door.
Grandmere stood up, and dried off her tears. She didn't want to look like a softy.
"Come in." She said
"Your Majesty?" The maid said, opening the door, "The prince has arrived. He's downstairs."
"Thank you Eleanor." Grandmere said "Will you have tea for three ready and invite him into the Family Quarters."
"Yes, my lady." Eleanor said, curtsying, and closing the door again.
"Well Amelia, why don't we change and meet your father downstairs." Grandmere said as soon as Eleanor had left
Mia nodded and got off the bed.
"I'll see you downstairs." Grandmere said, then left.
Mia changed into a soft blue dress which was somewhat see through, so she added a shall on top.
She looked in the mirror, not recognizing herself. She dabbed her eyes, and wiped the mascara of her face. She didn't feel like adding any new make-up, so she left her room ready to face her father, and to tell her story.
AN: I hope you liked reading that chapter as much as I liked writing it. I know it was sappy, but it worked with the story. Thanks for reading!