Royal Blood

Cyrus

God, what the hell is wrong with me? A+ plus for being the worst best friend ever. I can't explain it, that t-that feeling that came over me when I saw her with Aaron. That feeling of possessiveness that washed over me, sudden thoughts of him hurting her plagued my mind. I couldn't bear it. And now I am the one who hurt her. Way to go, Cyrus.

I groan as I press the button to my floor in the elevator and rub my hands against my eyes. The elevators open to my penthouse and the scene in front of my wretches my heart open and fills it with grief, sorrow and much more.

Allayah is on the sofa, her eyes filled with tears and dried staining her cheeks. She's clutching a pillow with her right arm on her lap. My mother is on sitting on the carpeted floor tending to Allayah's wound. My two favorite women in the world, in front of me and now one of them hates me. *sighs* 

I quietly step out of the elevator, trying my best to not make any sound as I enter.

"Anddd done!" my mother says tying the bandage on her hand and getting up. She dusts her knees and grabs the first aid kit that was on the floor next to her. My mother turns, her eyes landing on me, her face lights up. She says hi to me and I try my best to give her a smile despite of what I am feeling.

"I am going to my room." Allayah says as she walks towards the stairs to go to her room without looking at me. I didn't miss the icy edge in her voice just now. My eyes follow her figure up the stairs until it disappeared into the second floor where all the rooms are.

Allayah had been living with us for almost 2 weeks now after her parents sent her here as their new house was undergoing renovations and they didn't want her near all those workers.  Since that day she has been everywhere, her scent on the sofa, the kitchen, my room, every fucking where and it drives me crazy that she is only my best friend. I know she feels nothing for me aside from being her friend and I will change that but now it is more important to mend the stupid mistake I made.

"Care to explain, son. Why is my beloved daughter behaving like this" My mother says, she considers Allayah her daughter now after all the time we've spent together. I've known her since she was six and I eight. I remember the first time I saw her when she was sent to the castle, that look of innocence and confusion. She was holding a teddy bear in arms that looked massive next to her, her tied in two pigtails and at that moment I swore that I would protect her, but I am clearly failing in that prospect. *sighs*

"I made a mistake mom; one I shouldn't have done considering how sensitive she gets" I said rubbing my hand over my face.

"Everyone makes mistakes son, but you should learn from them and fix them"

"I know mom, thanks" How does she always the best words to say, well she is my mother and one of the best people in the world. I walk up the stairs and go towards her room. I stand in front of her door and knock.

"Allayah, can I come in. I just want to talk to you. Please." I say begging her, but no answer. I knock again, no answer.

"Please, Allayah, open the door, I am extremely sorry. I know I hurt you but let me make up for it. Please."

"Please, let me in, Allayah. Please." I knock again this time a bit harder, still no answer. I slowly turn the doorknob and open the door and step in. I see her on the bed sleeping, one of her legs is dangling of the side while her other leg is on the bed. One of her arms is on her stomach, while the other is dangling of the bed. 

It pains me to see her tear-stricken face, she looks so relaxed, devoid of anything I am feeling. I put her leg and arm back on the bed and lay the blanket carefully so that I don't make any noise, it's rare for her to sleep this deep, usually she wakes at the slightest noise, but she didn't when I knocked on the door. Guess all that crying made her tired.

How I so damn wish I could tell you what I feel for you. How much I wish for you to be mine. One day. But right now, the only thing I want to tell you is how sorry I am.