MY BETA AND THE UNTAMED ALPHA PRINCE

#6

ANGELA

Later, Logan drove me back to his house, using the royal car, and dropped me off there before he left, going back to the Royal Palace. I made my way to his room, just so that I could change back into the clothes that I came wearing in the morning when I left my home. I am quite nervous about going back there now.

I smile at myself as I remember the event that took place here this morning. It was an amazing experience and I now want to do it again. Logan, what the hell are you doing to me?

As soon as I got done wearing my clothes, I went out and locked the door going to the main house. I knock once before letting myself in.

“Sister Angela!” Linda, Logan’s little sister greets me as I enter the house. She is washing dishes in the kitchen.

“Hello, Linda. Where is everyone?” I walk further into the house, not waiting for her to give me an answer. I find Lindo, Linda’s twin helping their father up from the couch, back to the wheelchair. I rush to help him, so they do not fall together. I can imagine the disaster. How are we going to bring him back up when he is down there? Their father is quite strong and heavy; only Logan can handle his father alone.

After we carefully sit him on the wheelchair, I catch my breath because wow, all this man's weight was on us.

“Are you Okay, baba?” I ask, he slowly nods. “Okay, Lindo… would you like me to help you with anything else before I leave?”

“No, thanks sister Angela, I think we will manage from here on. What time will our brother get back?”

“Quite late. I have to leave, please make sure that you lock the doors as soon as I step out of that door. I will see you guys soon,”

“You looked very beautiful. We saw you on TV, serving the royal table,” Lindo highlights.

My eyes widen up before I touch the door handle.

“TV?” I ask.

Of course, TV, Angela! The media was there, remember!

Why is the room getting hot? Who lit up the fire?

“Yes, I saw you bowing down to the prince. I wish I was there to witness the ceremony,”

Oh, God. If they saw me, my mother and grandmother saw me too. I am dead.

“I have to go; don’t forget to lock!” I finally get hold of the door handle, opening the door before I rush out.

If this was broadcasted live on TV, it means my family has seen me too. I am in so much trouble. My house is seven minutes away from Logan’s house but the way I have been running, I am sure that I arrived in only a minute. I am standing outside the fence at my house, hesitating to go in. I am scared because, I know how my mother is like, she is going to catch a case.

Breathe, Angela breathe!

I open our small gate and walk in slowly without closing it… just in case.

I make a silent prayer for myself before I open the door to our house, quietly walking in. It is not so late; looking at the clock hanging on the wall in the kitchen, it is past seven in the evening. I close the door as I walk in further, there is no one in the living room. My grandmother is probably in her room getting her sleep, she sleeps early anyway.

I take a deep breath as I made it into my bedroom without bumping into anyone. I close the door and sigh again in relief. The moment I switched on the lamp; I almost had a heart attack to the silhouette on the floor behind me. I slowly turn and I see my mother is standing right before me with her hands behind her back. Rage is what I see in her eyes.

“I'm sorry, mama,” I slowly motion backward in fear.

“Sorry? What did you do?” She asks, aggressively.

I shake my head and let my tears roll out instantly. “I am talking to you!” She shouts, startling me.

“For going near the palace when you told me not to. But why, mama?” She moves closer to me and brings her hands and reveals what she is holding in her hands.

A heavy leathered whip. I am a dead animal tonight.

“Are you going against my will? First, you lie to me and Ma, then you come back to question me?” When I did not expect it, the whip makes contact with the skin on my shoulder, making me scream in agony.

“I am sorry! Forgive me, please…” I wail out loud. I try to make it to the door, but she whips the broken handle before I could even touch it.

“You are disobedient! Deliberately doing the opposite of everything that I tell you NOT TO DO! What do you want from me?” She hits me on my legs, I jump as I can’t handle the pain. Another one on my back. I think I felt my skin tearing.

“I am sorry. Mama, you are hurting me, please! I won’t do it again, please. Don’t kill me!” I fall and curl myself in defeat. I will have to endure the beating and the kicks in between. I am weak to fight her back.

“This is how you will learn! Maybe if I give your body some bad tattoos, my men won’t have to look at you twice. You ruined my life you piece of s**t! I hate you, maybe if you did not exist, my life would have been the happiest but you chose to come when I didn’t ask for you! rhaa!” She opens the door and hits me on the side of my face without caring. I lie down on the cold cemented floor and sob loudly. I wonder why my grandmother didn’t come out but, I am glad she didn’t. I don’t want her blood pressure to rise and send her back to square one.

I pick myself up slowly in pain. This physical pain is nothing compared to the pain that is in my heart right now. Hearing my mother say all that felt like a sharp knife that cut right through my chest to my heart.

As soon as I made it up, I notice little blood spots on my dress. I drag myself to the single bed that is very much old. It is balanced with bricks, just to keep it at a level.

I wince as I lay on the bed and cry myself to sleep. My mother said a mouthful and I don’t even think I will recover from that.

***

I couldn’t sleep well last night. I kept waking up now and then due to the pain; I ended up sitting up until morning came. My tears are still falling out of my eyes, the dress on my chest is damp wet from them.

The door slowly opens, and my grandmother walks in and stands for a while by the door, looking at me in pitiful eyes.

“Maybe I should just go away, for good. Far away from her,” I sadly say. Where would I go to though? She walks closer to the bed and sits next to my feet, not saying anything. “Why does she hate me, ma?” She sighs.

“During Getty’s high school years, she was in a boarding school. She only visited during the school holidays. In her last year, she was eighteen years old, and as a mother, I could tell that something was wrong with my child. She used to be so happy, but she was different at that time. I tried making her talk to me, but she was just too angry. I believe something happened then, but until today, she hasn’t said a word to me. And then I learned, Getty was pregnant with you. I was very disappointed, but I accepted and supported her throughout. But, your mother-”

“She is not my mother. You are my mother.” I mumble my protest. “I don’t care what happened then, but it wasn’t my fault. IT WAS NOT MY FAULT! I HATE HER!”

“No, you don’t. You are just angry,”

They call it anger, but I call it hate. It is hate that I am feeling inside my heart.

“Are you trying to tell me that my mother has been angry at me for years and can’t even forgive me for God knows what I did?”

“She doesn’t hate you; she is just upset that her dreams got ruined, just like that,”

“Ma, you also think it’s my fault?” I swallow the mucus in my throat.

“Never! I would never think like that of you, my sweet Angel. I am very sad about what your moth— of what Getty did and said last night. I am very sorry my baby. You don’t have to go anywhere; this is your home and if there is anyone that has to go, it’s Getty. I couldn’t come and stop her last night because she would have pushed me back with anger and you know that I am too weak. Your screams and pain pained me. I am so sorry my love,” She holds my legs, making me flinch. I silently cry.

"Are you not mad at me that I went to the Royal House?"

"I wish you could have trusted me enough to tell me what you were doing, but I am not disappointed at all. I used to attend the ceremony and join the dancers back then, but my health is taking a toll on me. The ceremonies are nice, I always wanted you to attend one and I am glad that you did,"

“Ma, who is my father?” I ask out of the blue.

“Your mother came back from boarding school, and till this day when I asked her about your father, she tells me that I should mind my own business.”

Later on, my grandmother helped me bath. It stung so bad but, it had to be done. Again, I can’t be around Getty for too long because it never ends well.

“Ma, I am going to get fresh air,” I say to grandma.

“Are you sure? You are hurt so much, you should be in bed for the wounds to heal,”

“No, I will be fine. I need it Ma,” My grandmother nods. I limp my way out to the door, Getty makes her way towards me, I look down. She clucks her tongue and walks into the house. I have an urge to cry but, I will go on and pretend as if it doesn’t hurt.

I get to Logan and I’s spot and just stand, leaning on the rock as the sun bask and penetrate my sensitive skin, making the wounds sting here and there. I am not waiting for Logan because I know he is on duty and he will be knocking off late.

After a while of waiting, a see a car approaching down in my direction. It is a black BMW SUV, from the Royal house, I guess, but what makes them drive down here because it is a long way to the Royal house.

The car stops in front of me, the window from the back rolls down.

“Greetings, young lady,” My heart skips a beat. As painful as it is, I manage to slightly bow in respect.

“Prince Edward,”

Memories of what happened yesterday in the royal house flash in my head. I did not get the chance to think about it last night when I got back home since Getty decided to make my beautiful day end in a night of terror.

“You look troubled. What is the problem?” The prince asks.

“I am alright. I just needed to get some air,” I have my eyes to the ground. Just only his voice is intimidating, now imagine his serious face.

“So, you are troubled. Hop into the car and tell me all about it. I 'just' needed to get some air too,” He says, sarcastically.

“No, thank you. I prefer standing here all by myself,” How can I trust him not to do anything to me, especially after what happened yesterday.

I felt his demeanor when he held me so aggressively in his hands. He was hot and demanding like he wanted something in me. His brown eyes were glowing, which got me very scared. I did not understand what was happening.

“Are you going against your future King’s word?” He asks, firmly sending shivers to my body. I shake my head as I remember not to oppose the royals or, I might be demolished myself. One guard from the passenger seat gets off to open the door for me on the other side of the backseat. I limp my way to the car, I struggled with getting in but I eventually managed to.

“You do not look well, what happened?” I am going to cry. I don’t want to talk about this, it hurts.

“I was running and then I fell and rolled over on the gravel road,” I lie right in front of the Prince of the Kingdom. I am going to be crucified.

“It must have been a very steep gravel road, I see,” What’s with the sarcasm now? “Max, drive us to town.” I assume he is talking to the driver.

“I can’t… my mother will throw a fit. I have to go home, please.” I panic.

“I am not going to do anything to you, relax,”

My tears roll out from my eyes.

“You don’t understand! I am not supposed to be in your car, get me off!”

“YOUNG LADY YOU BETTER STOP RAISING YOUR VOICE AT ME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?” He murderously looks at me, I stare back at him. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” I nod, vigorously.

“I am sorry,”

“Don’t get cocky with me, little one. Max, to town please,”

Lord, help me.

***

When we got to town, we were not going for some sort of getting fresh air, but it was a doctor’s visit. The doctor was very busy with patience but, as soon as the prince stepped into the hospital, everyone automatically stopped doing what they were doing to give the prince serious attention. Only to find out that it was all for me. I can’t believe that I am going to get into more trouble because of the prince. Here I am, in the doctor’s office, lying down on the bed, half-naked as my wounds are being treated. Can the doctor also heal my heart?

Before driving back home, the prince decided to stop at the McDonald’s drive-thru and order food for me and my family, IMAGINE! There was actually no point in trying to argue with him, but what I know is that Getty is going to throw a fit at me.

“Is that all you want? No Milkshake, Ice cream, or McFlurry?” I don’t even have all the appetite for all of that. Getty is going to throw everything in the bin.

“I’m okay, thank you. Are you not going to order anything for yourself?” I ask.

“No,” He blankly says.

After we collected our order and paid, he gave me what looked like ice cream but crushed with… oh, it is the Oreo McFlurry. Wait, I told him I was okay. Why did he buy it?

“Thank you,” I say. Now I am worried about all this food. From who will I say I got them from?

“So, tell me. Why are you not at the Royal house today?” He breaks the cold ice in the silent car.

“I was only there for yesterday’s ceremony,” I scoop the spoon of the McFlurry in my mouth. It tastes good.

“Oh? What do you do then? What are your academics? How old are you?” The way he talks makes me nervous.

“I am 18 years old and, I…” I breathe.

“Don’t be scared, breathe,” He says, I nod and breathe.

“I graduated from high school a year ago and ever since then, I am home,” He nods.

“Did you not want to further your education?”

“I wanted to but… can you please drop me off here. I will walk back home,”

“Where is home? We will drop you off there,” I swallow hard. What is the point of fighting with someone who won’t listen to me, anyway?

I direct them to my house until we get there. The guards open the door for us and he helps me get off. He takes the medicine and the food and walks me to the gate. Just when I thought he was going to turn back to the car, he walks in with me.

“You can’t come in with me, you will get me into trouble, Prince Edward,” He gives me a death stare without saying anything. I limp, slowly following him to my house. We get to the only door in the main house, and he knocks. I open it so we can get in. We find Getty in the kitchen, holding a transparent glass of some golden liquid, probably alcohol. Her eyes land on the prince and the glass drops to the floor, the glasses shattered all over the floor. The fear in her eyes, couldn’t miss it. I was really shocked to see Getty looking so scared for the first time. It is like she was seeing a ghost.

“Greetings at home. I have brought the beautiful young lady back home,” Prince Edward walks in and stands in the middle of the kitchen. I am trembling everywhere in my body, and don’t even know what to say.

“His Royal Highness, Prince of Moon Valley Kingdom,” My grandmother walks into the kitchen, respecting the prince’s presence that is grazing us in our home. Getty is still at aghast.

“Hello, ma’am. You must be this young lady’s mother,” He stretches his hand to my grandmother.

“Oh, no,” My grandmother smiles. “I am her grandmother, and this is her mother, Getty,” Oh, no, grandma. Getty does not look like she is interested in any of that.

“Oh, really? It is a pleasure to meet you. And, you young lady; what is your name?”

“Angela Ajax,” I say, humbly.

“I am very pleased to know you all. I have to take my leave now, and I will send someone to fetch you tomorrow morning at eight. You did a great job on Saturday, and we would like to have you back at the Royal house,” He puts the doggy bags on the table. “Oh and, you must report to the Royals tomorrow of what happened to your body; no gravel road would tear a person’s skin like that. I am not stupid, young lady,” With that being said, he walked out of the house and his expensive smelling cologne lingers in the house. He smells good, looks good and he is just perfect to be someone’s wife. If I wasn’t this young, I would die to be his princess, any day.

I walk him out of the house. I did not realize how close I was walking behind him when he stopped and turned to me. He touched my hand and I felt that thing again, the same thing that happened yesterday at his house, but it is different this time. It feels right and I do not want him to let him go, yet I am scared of him.

What are you doing to me, Edward? My boyfriend will not like it at all.

As if he read my mind, he gently pushes me aside and our eyes make contact.

“I hate it when someone walks behind me, Angela,”

I nodded. I watched his structure of a body walk away to the car and I closed the gate before going back to face the demon in the house.