The Princess's Affection

Chapter Fourteen

Bianca Shiola's POV

Things started taking shape when James started treating me differently and would bring several ladies of different races, shapes, and sizes, and I wouldn't be able to say or do anything about it. There was a particular day when I spoke out about what he was doing to me. He gave me the beatings of my life.

And the next day, he came with gifts that he had gotten for me, and that didn't end there when he began beating me up at every chance that he could get. For example, there was a girl he had brought from a clubbing and he beat me up when he saw that there wasn't any food prepared for him and his guest.

I thought that he did all this as a sign of love for me, but things took a drastic turn when he began locking me in the house while he went out. I would only go out when I went to buy some groceries for the house, but other than that, I couldn't go out. My hair hasn't been made since I began living with him.

I was tired of the abuse, both physically and emotionally, from him. I never knew that love was like this and always wondered if I was the only one who was in love. A day came when I begged him to listen to what I wanted to ask him about.

What do you want, Shiola? He asked me. Please make it snappy, as I have a place to go.

Please, James, can you sit down for a minute? It wouldn't take much of your time. I pleaded with him.

He commanded me to make it quick. And if you don't have any important information to ask me, I promise you that I will give you the beating of your life. And when he said that, I flinched.

James Please, I wanted to ask you if you did love me or if you do love me. Or does it mean love to you by hurting the one thing that you claim that you love?

And immediately, he got angry at me, and the next thing I knew, he slapped me so hard on the face that I knew it would leave a bruise on it.

Are you very stupid to ask me that kind of stupid question in the first place? he asked me. Answer me, stupid dumb girl, before I slap more sense into you, screaming at my face to answer him.

Yes, I said. So scared of what he might do next
and had to be mute until he was done before I could ask him more questions about our relationship with each other.

Should I be truly honest with you or should I lie about it? He asked me harshly by gripping my arm so tight that he could break my bones.

Honestly, I shook and said,

Such a good girl, he said. To be very honest with you, I don't really love you. I just wanted to date you so that I could hurt you the same way that you did to me while we were in school.

And my mouth was agape, and I was deeply hurt when he said those words to me. I couldn't believe it and wished that I had listened to Ola and hadn't hurt the people that I loved so much, especially Princess.

I couldn't love such a low life like you, he continued to say. I never knew that you were such a dumb and naive little thing to have fallen into the trap that I set for you years ago when you refused to date me or even give me a chance.

You left Princess and those who truly loved you for a man that you felt was good. Such a stupid fellow human that you truly are. I can't believe that you were very easy to manipulate, and you will just accept that hook line and sinker.

I sat down there while he spewed all those words to me, and all I could do was shed tears while I listened to those things he had said to hurt me. I was emotionally and psychologically exhausted and tired from all that he had done. I wasn't sure if I would ever date anyone again after all that he had done to hurt me, because I would have so many scars and wounds that I knew wouldn't be healed by someone else dating me.

If you excuse me, you stupid idiot, he said. While standing up and moving towards the door, you know what my foolish words that came out of my mouth said.

James, please tell me that all these are not true, and I know that you are pretending that you don't love me. What can I do to show you that I can be whatever you need? I pleaded and cried for him to tell me that all he had said to me wasn't true.

I knew that you were very stupid, but I didn't know that you were very desperate for love from me. I can't give you that because now you're extremely useless to me, and now I know that you're nothing without me. I am extremely happy and grateful to have met you.

I kept pleading and begging him to stay and don't leave me. He walked to me and beat the shit out of me to the point that he hit my right eye till it became a pulp and kicked my stomach and the whole of my body. I was bleeding and nearly on the verge of passing out.

While I still begged him to help me, he left me alone and panicked as he saw how unconscious I was. Then he proceeded to pack all his stuff and leave instantly, as he was scared of being framed for murder, which he is.

When he left, I didn't know how long it took, and I slept for a while, woke up, did my best by treating my wounds, and managed to fetch a cab, which the man was nice to have helped me out with getting to Princess's house.

As I got to Princess's house, the cab driver helped me to Princess's house and helped me press the doorbell. And he waited until Princess opened the door and saw me in the condition that I was in. She went in and came out afterwards and paid the cab driver, thanked him as she took me from him, and carried me upstairs to her room.

Luckily for me, I was happy to apologise for what I had done before dying of a good life. She scolded me to remain calm while she contacted her doctor and told him to be at home in three minutes before she counted to it.

And before three minutes, he had arrived and recuperated me to be a little better, but I was still getting worse when I kept getting unconscious from all he had done to me. Princess begged me to stay awake at all costs, but I couldn't due to how extremely tired I was. I was happy and willing to die, as I have been to apologize to one person who I had hurt and wished to plead for their forgiveness. The doctor had managed to sustain me for a while as he stitched me up and made sure that I was okay before leaving.

He had promise to come tomorrow to check how far that I was doing. And told Princess to change my bandages and clean my wounds if it was still bleeding. Princess stayed all night, while I was unconscious until the next morning, when the doctor arrived and checked my vitals.

He said that I was a fighter and that I was better than I was yesterday, and I thanked him for his help. He even told me that most people couldn't survive what I had done and I knew instantly, that I was healed by God. I had noticed that I was changed into something better than what I wore when I came here, like the body of a death sac. Princess came to me with a tray of food and my medications and asked me how I was feeling now.

I am very much okay, and I thank you for asking and changing me into a better outfit. Princess I just wanted to apologise for the gaslighting that I had done to you. I am truly sorry that I did that to you; I couldn't even stop James from insulting you. I promise that I wouldn't repeat such behavior again if it does occur.

Shush, Princess said. You don't need to apologise to me when you are in a critical condition right now, but when you are okay and strong enough. We are going to have a serious conversation about who the fuck did that to you, and you must let me know every bit of it. Don't make promises that you know that you wouldn't keep, love.