The bottle spins in a circle for the fourth or fifth time, but this time I'm no longer a bystander in a game I don't want to be in.
The bottle lands on me.
Hayden was the one who spun it.
He and I lock eyes and the other stare eagerly. "Kiss," they chanted as we both rose from our seat and leaned over the table to reach each other. This would be my first kiss, to a boy I don't even like. In a place I don't want to be in.
As we both lean in to kiss, he whispers, so only I can hear, "I know you hate me. Just close your eyes and imagine I'm someone else."
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine being away from all these people, living in the place again, never meeting Sonya, never being here. I just want to go home.
When we pull away from the kiss, the blond girl claps and smirks. "How long have you been dating?" She asks me.
I smile and look at Hayden but he doesn't provide an answer. "At least a month now, right?" I ask Hayden.
"Yeah, we're new to each other."
"Have you guys had sex yet?" The lady asks.
What? Why does she need to know that?
Before I can respond, Hayden does.
"No, she got into a bad scandals with a certain mafia," he says pointing to a random group behind him. "And they chopped up her, well. You know."
What the h*ll.
The blond girl bursts out laughing. "That's a good one!" She says as she slaps her knee. "Just say no next time" she says in between breaths of laughter.
The rest of the players follow suit and laugh along with her, so Hayden and I do too.
"You guys make a good couple, how come you haven't had sex? Not feeln it with him?"she asks me.
I shake my head. "He's too much of a jerk, he wouldn't even care how I felt durning it," I say.
"Woowww, that's tough. Better get that fixed," she says raising an eyebrow to Hayden. He smiles and nods.
We play a few more rounds before the meeting is called.
It's time.
We all gather in the large ballroom. The people talking are on the second floor, at the landing of the double stairs.
There's a tall man, one with black hair, tattooed. (Basically like all the other men here) A short woman with brunette hair and green eyes, she's wearing a beautiful black dress, short and revealing. Her mask is like mine but black. Next to her are multiple other men and women of power. They're all probably the ones who run this place.
"Hello everyone and welcome," she begins. "As you all know this meeting is to discuss the royal family." Huh? "The one year anniversary for the death of Alexander Palmer, Crown Prince of France, is coming up." The crowd cheers. Why is the crowd cheering? "But what do we have to show for it?" She asks. The crowd no longer cheers. "NOTHING!" She yells loud enough for everyone to hear. "The second heir to the throne is still alive, her parents are still alive. Surely it's not that hard to kill someone, right?" She laughs magically.
The room is dead silent. My head is spinning, racing. What's going on? Are they planning on killing the rest of the royal family?
Hayden puts his hand on my shoulder. I look over at him and he's frowning. "I'm sorry," he mouths. I nod. I don't care how much I hate him, the confusion weighs more than that right now.
The woman with the brown hair continues, she talks about future plans for what they're do "once the Royal family is deceased"
Morbid.
When she's finished, everyone disbands onto their own little groups again.
Hayden and I walk around like chickens with no heads. I have no idea where I'm going but I'm holding Hayden's hand and I'm leading him wherever I'm going.
I stop when I reach a circle of men in black suits, Hayden doesn't realize I stoppered and he bumps onto me. He says sorry but I'm not listening, I can hear a voice inside this circle of men, and he's saying my brothers name.
I push past all the men, Hayden grips my hand tightly.
"Did you say Alex Palmer? Alexander?" I ask trying to hide the desperation in my voice, I think I failed but he doesn't seem to notice.
"Why, yes I did. Does he make your blood boil just as much as mine?" He asks. How could Alex make his blood boil? Alex was the best human being in the world.
I nod. "Hate him, he deserved death," I say. The words cut a hole in my stomach, I feel like everything I've eaten is falling into my feet, weighing them to the ground so I can't leave.
"I'm glad I was the one to do it, such a thrill to feel his life slip away."
What.
What?
He killed Alex? No. No, that can't be right. Alex killed himself. Right? He did, right?
I smiled. It was a bitter smile. But I forced it to be sweet.
"I just wish I could have been there," I say. Feeling vomit creep up my throat.
Before he can say another word, I excuse myself to the bathroom.
Hayden follows closely behind. I don't stop him because the feeling of picking is getting closer and closer and if I turn around to tell him to go away, I might just release it all over him.
I practically run to the bathroom and shut the door before Hayden can get near it. I lock the door quickly and run to the toilet.
I throw up.
Again.
And again.
And again.
When I'm done, I put my back against the wall and I can feel the cold under my butt. Rage fills my eyes with tears.
My whole world is collapsing under me.
Word count: 1001
7-17-23
10:15 am
I finished a physical book yesterday, yayyyy!!
Now I'm reading a different one 🤭
HAVE A GOOD DAY❤️
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Royal love
RomanceAdeline Palmer, the crown Princess of France, was sent to a boarding school after someone attempted her life. Suddenly, a few months into her stay at the school, people start going missing and turning up dead a few days later, tortured to death. Wh...
