The Princess Can Kick Ass

CHAPTER2- IT STOPS NOW

TWO YEARS LATER

So its been exactly two years and three months since Marcus died. All I have done is sleep, eat, cry and work out in the gym. I don't even leave my room. My mom has servants who bring me food and check up on me often. Since there is a bathroom in my room I survive just fine. I have no intentions to work ever again in my life or to even do anything since my life died two years ago with my brother. My parents tried talking to me but it was absolutely pointless seeing that all I did was shut them out.

Suddenly my door banged open and there stood my mother looking pissed. This was a usual she always came in my room like this bragging about me wasting my life and oh how Marcus wouldn't want me to be like this. Ha what did she know? Nothing.

"It's time to get up Sophie. You have a visitor" she stated irritatedly. I thought my family would have blamed me for Marcus' death but they did the absolute opposite. They blamed themselves. They had been very supportive and tried understanding how much I was mourning my big brother's death.

"Tell them to go away" I muttered closing my eyes again.

"Kristin, I don't believe I can just go away" a soft concern voice reached my ears. The President?

I raised up quickly to be face to face with the man himself.

"Sir! I -" I muttered surprised but he quickly cut me off raising his hands in the air.

"I recently found out your name was really Sophie. That a beautiful name but I like Kristin more. What's really going on huh?" he whispered moving the blankets that were covering me.

"I - I " I stumbled to find words. The President of the US is here ? In Spain? Did my mom call him?

"It's been two years Kris. It's time to move on. Marcus would hate to see you like this " he whispered while fixing my disheveled hair.

"What am I suppose to do? Forget?" I asked disgusted.

"No. You can't forget but you can grow some balls and over come all of this" he said moving his hands around to imply my room.

"I cant" I muttered defeated.

"You can and you will" he answered back firmly.

"Starting from tomorrow! I got you a job as the personal body guard for the Prince of Spain" he informed me .

"What ? I cant go" I stated while watching him with steamy eyes. How dare he? I am perfectly fine with saying here. In my bed.

"It wasn't a question it was a command" he stated standing up now.

"You are scaring your mother Kris. She wants to know what she did to get you so cold with her" he whispered not making eye contact.

"Maybe it's the fact that she never called or visited me in D.C. " I spat at him. I knew I was being disrespectful to him but he was being unreasonable. My brother died damn it! Don't they get that.

"You start from tomorrow, 8 o'clock at the palace. Walk with ID to enter. Be on your best behavior because I put in a good word for you, don't make me regret it" he spoke to me like I was a child. I was twenty eight not five years old.

He just turned on his heels and left.