Sold To The Alpha Prince That Broke Me

Four

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Chapter Four

After waiting an entire hour, the jacket finally is dry. I did not know how she was able to work her magic that well, but I could not be more grateful. Thank goodness it was not a heavy material because I do not know if this would have been a success, she says as she hands it over to me. And I am just ready to make this end.

I find Brock rather easily. That's why I say it always seems like he's watching me somehow. I find him standing by himself by the door of one of the staff rooms,which is very close to the laundry room and I am more than glad to finally give him the jacket.

“Here you go, my prince.I kept my end of the deal,” I say to him, and he just yanks the jacket away from my hand. I am happy to walk away, but before I even do that, he grabs my hand and pulls me towards him.

“What is that?” He looks at my wrist.

“Uhmm…, it's just a gift. An early gift” I say to him nervously. He makes me so anxious when he is close to me, when he holds me, I really wish I could get rid of this feeling that he gives to me. I should hate him by now because he treats me so horribly, but I just can't find it in me to do so. I just can't find it in me to stop wanting to see good in him, to stop thinking he is attractive.

I mean, he is, but I should be able to see beyond that at this point. I should be smarter than that. The bracelet pair is what Stella gave me a few minutes ago, her surprise gift for me. It just reads ‘it's my birthday’ and the next bracelet reads ‘tomorrow’. I am supposed to be taking the one that says ‘tomorrow’ off when my birthday arrives the next day, but I'm really not looking forward to it.

“Let me see that,” he demands before reading through it. “Tomorrow's your birthday?” He asks me, looking mortified, and I really do not know why he is making such a big deal out of it. I just nod my head and reply

“yes, my prince” before pulling my hand away from him. “You're kind of hurting me, please…” I plead to him when his grip gets too tight , and he grabs my wrist yet again, closely looking at the bracelet.

“You mean tomorrow? The next day?” He asks me and I nod my head yes. He used to know this. I am surprised that he is acting so shocked. He used to know when my birthday was, but I guess we are not five years old anymore and he cannot buy me a cake without his dad knowing and bring it to me. Those were the good days. Those were the days when I still felt like I had a friend apart from Stella.

Those were the days indeed. I missed seeing that side of him, that very soft side of him. But I doubt I would be seeing it ever again from this point on. You know what? Make sure you stay the hell away from me after this, he says before walking away with rage just oozing from him. I do not know why he's so against me when in fact I'm always trying to avoid him. He is the one that is always on my case, so I do not know what he means, but I should make sure that I avoid him.

His words just keep playing in my mind. “And make sure you stay the hell away from me”. I'm really in disbelief. I just cannot believe that he could be the person that he is right now. The way that I knew him. I missed that side of him. I miss knowing that I had someone to rely on, someone who could actually helped me get out of trouble when I do get into any kind of trouble at all. But that was all over.

Getting back home, I am more than exhausted. But there is one thing that cheers me up- my brother. I hate being accused of stealing coffee from the royals because, of all things, I do not steal coffee. The only thing I do steal, though, is food. To make sure that my brother at least gets to taste good food once in a while, I give him the plate that I saved from Axel this morning.

The Pierce brothers are always so wasteful. I really wish another maid was assigned to them. But it just had to be me assigned to all three of them to make sure that if their clothes need any kind of pressing, I am there for it. That if there are rooms are messed up, I am there for it. That if they leave messes all around, I have to be the one picking up after I saw my brother is the only thing that keeps me sane at this point.

“Here, Robyn, have this and you know how it goes now. Do not tell anyone that I brought this for you”, I say to him and he smiles at me before giving me a hug.

“ Delicious”, he says as he digs into the food.

“ Here, have a bite”, he offers me, but I quickly decline.

“No, it's for you. Do not offer me any of it”, I smile as I say that to him and he pouts his lips.

“I am serious. Just enjoy the food. I am stuffed. I already had some of my own”, I lie. I am quite hungry actually, because I have not eaten since morning and that is going to be a problem that I will have to be dealing with for another hour or more because I still have to go ahead and clean the rooms for the brothers.

I absolutely hate my life and I really wish I could wake up and it will all be different. I really wish I could wake up and be someone else. I should be of a higher rank. I should not know what this kind of life is like. If only my mother had stuck up for me. But she was alive for years, just watching me go through this torture without doing anything about it.

And to be honest, the fact that she is dead really feels like nothing because she was dead a long time ago. I never even had her in the first place. She had never once stuck it out for me. And here I am paying the consequences for her actions when she got to still live in peace for years before she had my brother.

Well, indeed, I really hate her for doing what she did. Maybe it would have been better off if they had killed me while I was younger. I tend to think that a lot, but every time I look at Robyn, my perspective just changes. He is the only thing that really makes sense to me right now. Apart from Stella, of course. He is the only thing keeping me sane in this house