Not So Cliché After All

Princess

Trigger Warning: Abuse

-Paris' POV-

My head fell back against the wall, sending a sharp pain all the wall through it. He kicked me in the gut numerous times. I groaned in pain as he dragged me off of the floor by my hair. He punched me in the jaw then tossed me on the front porch.

''I TOLD YOU TO NOT FUCKING LIE TO ME!'' He yelled before slamming the door. My head was pounding and the taste of blood was in my mouth. I knew he would come back if I didn't leave. I pushed my self up using the pillar of the porch deck. I stumbled down the front steps nearly face planting. I half walked, half crawled down the street until I got to the corner of Lakeview and Queen. I knew that if I went any further I would pass out or throw up. I pulled out my phone, finger lingering over Maya's contact. I let out a sigh, if I messaged her, she would ask to many questions. I scrolled through, deciding to message Alyson.

Paris: Hey, so I kinda need your help. I got into a bad fight and I'm stranding in the side of the road. My head is pounding and I can't walk any farther. x -Pari

Alyson: Oh my god- are you alright? Where are you?

Paris: Not really if I'm honest- I'm on the corner of Queen and Lakeview.

Alyson: otw

I sat down, leaning against the street sign. My head was spinning and stomach felt like a taffy stretcher. I closed my eyes so that I wouldn't cry. I heard a car pull up a few minutes later but stayed where I was.

-Third Person POV-

Alyson pulled up, stopping when she saw Paris. Paris was sitting with her back to the stop sign, he head laid back. Her legs were up to her chest, probably from pain. Alyson jumped out and rushed over, once she got a better look at Paris her breath hitched. She had a huge bruis down her jawline, a bloodied lip, and a gash on her forehead. Alyson rushed over not sure what to do. Paris opened her eyes, seeing the worry on Alyson's face.

''Don't give me that look, I'm fine. Just need someone to help me clean up.''Paris muttered, wincing from the pain when she moved her jaw.

''You aren't fine.'' Alyson retorted, helping her up and into the jeep. To avoid questions Paris turned on the radio. Girls by Girl In Red came on. She turned it up a bit more and they both jammed. Alyson decided not to question the fact that Paris knew every line. Once they arrived, the song had ended.

''jeez- you didn't tell me you were a millionaire, Princess Aly.'' Paris teased.

''And you didn't tell me you were a trouble maker, Par Bear'' Alyson retorted. They both laughed it off and Alyson helped her inside. She led her up to her room to avoid questioning by her parents.

''I'll be right back with an ice pack and flannel, don't do anything stupid.'' Alyson said, joking about the last part.

Paris walked from the bedroom to the bathroom which was attached. She looked in the mirror, scowling at the sight of her jaw. She lifted up her shirt slightly, her stomach was black and blue. She groaned letting the the shirt drop back to its original place. Alyson walked back in, carrying a flannel and ice pack. She handed Paris the ice pack to put wherever she felt it was needed.

'' Up.'' Alyson said, signaling for Paris to hop onto the counter to sit. Paris did as she was told, Alyson standing in between her legs. She put the ice pack on her jaw. Alyson gently dabbed the blood off of Paris' forehead, earning a few muffled swear words. She placed a bandage on the cut.

''Lip ring?''Alyson asked. Paris took it out so that Alyson could get the blood off of her lip. They locked eyes as Alyson dabbed Paris' lip with the cloth. Their faces inches apart, Paris leaned down. Her lips just barely ghosting over Alyson's. Alyson's breath hitched in her throat.

''Alyson!'' She heard from downstairs. They both pulled back, Paris muttering a sorry.

Alyson hurried downstairs to see what her mum wanted. She wanted to know who was up there with Alyson. Alyson explained about why Paris was here then returned upstairs. After they finished cleaning her up, they sat on Alyson's bed watching Netflix. Sitting turned to laying and laying turned to sleeping. Paris woke up during the night to Alyson's head on her chest and their legs tangled together. She miles softly looking down at the sleeping girl then mentally scolded herself. She events fell back asleep. Alyson woke up first that morning. Her alarm blaring, she groaned and reached over shutting it off. She felt her pillow shift under her- wait pillow? She glanced up and remembered what all had happened. She mentally freaked out because she had been cuddling Paris.

''Can we skip?'' Paris muttered, still half asleep.

''No, Pari Berry. Now come on, I have the perfect outfit idea!'' Alyson said getting a bit excited about what she had in mind. She slid out of bed, skipping over to her closet. She got out two Freddie Mercury tees and two pairs of black skinny jeans. Tossing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt to Paris.

''Are we queer-code matching?'' Paris laughed looking at the shirts.

''No- we are famous gay icon matching.'' Alyson corrected with a smile.

''Fair enough.''

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''Did y'all plan to match?'' Jade asked, once Paris had sat down at the lunch table.

''We did.'' Alyson smiled.

''Why Freddie Mercury?'' Phoebe asked.

''Why not?'' Paris replied, eating chips.

''Anyway, what happened to your face, Paris?'' Daisy asked.

''A fight, what's with all these questions?'' Paris chuckled.

''We are trying to get to know the real you. Aly was right about you. You aren't who people say you are.'' Jade spoke up.

''aww, thank you Princess Aly.'' Paris said, earning suspicious glancing from the group and a small 'shut up' from Alyson.

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