Becoming Prince Maxon

Shot Through the Heart and You're to Blame

Hi everyone! I've decided to end this story. I have been super busy with everything right now, and have been wanting to work on new stories. I feel like this one has been set aside, so I don't want to torture you guys, waiting for a new update. This is going to take place during the rebel attack at the end of The One, and then I will end it. A huge shoutout to Runninglover2309 for commenting on almost every single chapter, and an enormous thank you to everyone who has taken their time to read this. ☺️

•Katt•

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Age: 19

•End of Selection•

I couldn't believe it. America had been in a relationship with Officer Leger? Why wouldn't she tell me? I couldn't do it. I couldn't take it.

I sat there with America and Kris on either sides of me, lost in thoughts. I tried so hard not to look at America. It was killing me. I didn't want to marry Kris. I wanted America. I loved America. But I couldn't do it. Not after what I saw in the hall last night.

I looked up just in time to see a gun pointed at Celeste's head. I tried to yell at her to duck, but the man pulled the trigger almost instantly, and the girl fell to the ground, dead.

Gun fire rang free in the giant room and screams ricocheted from the walls. It was all such a blur of confusion.

America.

The next thing I know, I'm under a table, a bullet in my side, America sitting over me.

"America," I choked out. "Go."

"No," she shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I won't leave you."

"Officer Leger," I said as forcefully as I could. "Get her out of here. Now."

Almost instantly, Aspen pulled America off of me and ran to the hall. I just laid there bleeding, my vision becoming hazy. My thoughts stayed on America; the first night I met her, when she kneed me- every moment I had with her. And then everything went black.

••••

I woke up in the hospital wing, a bandage around my torso and an IV in my left arm. The doctor came in and smiled. "Hello, your Majesty."

"Hello, Doctor- Wait. Majesty?" I asked confused.

The doctor looked down at his feet. "I'm sorry, Maxon. They didn't make it through the  attack."

I inhaled sharply, sending a wave of pain down my side to where the bullet wound was. I didn't want to believe it. I waited for the tears, but none came, and a lump was stuck in my dry throat. I only nodded. I couldn't say anything. It was too unreal.

The doctor sighed and gave a sympathetic smile, or tried to at least. "You have about a week to recover, and the wedding will-"

"Stop," I cut him off. "Where is America?"

"America?" The doctor questioned.

"Yes," I nodded. "Where is America? America Singer."

Doctor Greyson nodded in understanding. "I can send for her, if you would like."

"Please do," I nodded back my approval.

A few minutes later, America came into my room. "Maxon?" She said quietly. I could hear the pain from behind her words.

"Hey," I said wanting the world to just stop so I could get out of bed and kiss her. I just needed to hold her. I needed her. And that's who I was going to have. America Singer.

"I was shot," I said managing to smile a little.

She scoffed. "I can see that." She smiled sweetly and then ran to my bed side and wrapped me in a hug. "Thank God you're okay. I was so worried-"

"America," I whispered, stroking her hair and holding her to me. "I love you. I will always love you."

America Shreave sounds pretty good, doesn't it?

•The End•