Like My Mother

Chapter Five

Stomping across the hard wood floor, not giving a care in the world if I ruin it, I scream my lungs out for Stella. If I'm going to go through this hell, then so is she. There is no way I can do this all on my own... no way I can go through this torture without someone.

"COME THE HELL ON STELLA!" I scream at her up the stairs as my feet pound against the steps.

"I'M COMING, GOD!" She screams back.

Lately, we've had a love hate kind of relationship. I swear were sisters sometimes by the way we fight then make up. Kingston hates me even more now because I was all over the news for my accident, press has been following me nonstop and people actually think I'm attractive now. Its been two weeks since I woke up in the hospital and decided I needed to live up to my mums potential. When I told Stella my idea, she came up with a brilliant idea. Or it was at the time... Now I'm ready to kill her for it.

"Strut... STOP SHAKING YOUR BUM!"

"PICK YOUR FEET UP!"

"YOUR SCOFFING MY FLOOR!"

"YOUR PATHETIC, HORRIBLE!"

This person screaming horrible things at me... well he was Stella's brillant idea. When I told her about my plan, she said we needed to hire a coach to teach me to be proper. My coach is named Roger. Roger feels that in order to be proper like the Princess I am, I need to know how to walk in heels. So in todays lesson... I'm learning to walk in heels. And I'm going to kill my coach.

"Watch Stella, Izzy. She's doing fabulous!" Roger shouted in glee as Stella strutted her skinny ass across the hard wood floor, heels clacking and not scoffing the floor like mine were. I stand with my hand on my hip as I watch her walk back and forth, modeling for me on how I am supoose to be walking.

Smiling, feel like I actually might have it now, I start to strut like I'm the queen on the run way. Stella cheers as I actually am doing well. But then when Roger claps, I get over confident and pick up my speed. Just when I'm about to step on the rug, I trip and twist my ankle.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I scream in annoyance. Flopping my ass on the nearest chair, I yank the three inch heels off of my feet and chunk them at the wall and seeth as I watch them leave a small sent in it. "I AM DONE! I'M NOT MENT TO BE LIKE HER, I'M A FAILURE." I scream as I march up the stairs, to my room and slam the door as hard as I possibly can.

As I lay on my back and stare at the ceiling, I cant help but wonder why I'm not like my mom. I could never face the media like she did, never stick up for myself and my family. I'm an outcast and people only enjoy making fun of me. I'm the joke of the Royal family and I know I am. I just want my family to be proud of me for once and not because I graduated at the top of my class but because I'm pretty and good with the people of my country.

Maybe I should just move to America and start over, I can live with Uncle Jason and Aunt Stevie. I'm sure they'd help me out and make me feel at home. Aunt Stevie is so much like Mum apparently maybe she'd know what to do... But daddy would freak out if I left him and went to America. And then there's the problem of what I'd do when I move there? College? Job? I'd be lost in life.

"Hey, Izzy. Can I come in for a minute?" King calls thru the door.

Raising an eyebrow and my body off of the bed, I nod. "Yeah." I call as I head over to my desk to sit in my spinny chair. King walks in the room with his perfect blonde hair gelled to the side, black slacks and a navy vneck shirt. I roll my eyes at how he always has to look professional, even when just lounging around the house or going out with friends.

"What do you want? If you're here to lecture me about my being a complete failure, feel free to leave I've already lectured myself about it." I said with a bored tone as I spun in my chair, making myself sick and dizzy.

Kingston sighs and sits on my bed with his head in his hands. "I've messed up, Isabel. And I need your help." His voice sounds hoarse, like he's been crying or he's in pain. But it wasn't the tone that had be halting my chair to quick stop.

"If your asking for my advice, you must have really fucked up." I stated, as I sat still and started at my pain strucken brother. Everyone knows he hates me, though I used to not know why, and that we don't ever talk really. So for him to be in my room, showing me he is in pain and needs help from me, is telling me he's really screwed up.

He sighs and falls back on my bed and throws his arms over his face, I'm guessing so I don't see his face as he tells me what he's done. "I've..... slept with.... someone.... and some stuff..... came out of it." He mumbled.

My jaw dropped and I squealed, covering my ears. "EW!!!! I so do not want to hear this, King. Go talk to someone else about what 'came out of it'. God, why the hell would you talk to your sister about that shit? I'm scarred now, thanks to you!" I scream at him while my hands still cover my ears. King pops up and looks at me like I'm a crazy person. My eyes are about to bug out of my head that he thought he could talk to me about that stuff, EW. So gross.

I watched as realization dawned on his face and he busted out laughing. I scowl at him as I drop my hands and cross them over my chest. "This isn't funny, King. That is so disgusting!" I yell at him as I pout because he is laughing at me.

He smiles at me and chuckles a couple more times before he finally calms down. "Sorry, Izzy. I worded that really wrong." He said, shaking his head at the memory.

"Obviously." I snort.

"What I meant was.... something bad happened. And I don't know how to fix it." He said, looking at the floor.

Raising an eyebrow I ask, "What did you do? Your not like this... your usually cool and collected. Now you act... scared. What happened, King?" Now I'm seriously worried. He's not acting anything like my brother. He seems so fragile right now... so scared and worried.

He picks his head up and focuses his pained eyes on mine. It's almost like looking into my own eyes... just like our mums. I wanted to cry seeing all the worry in his eyes. "Izzy, I've really screwed up. Really, really screwed up. She's pregnant... I got a girl pregnant." He finally came out with it.

My jaw drops and my eyes widen. Kingston got some girl pregnant. My brother, the future king, who's only 18 - got a girl pregnant. "King... tell me you didn't." I whispered, getting up and sitting next to him on my bed.

"I did, Is. I dont know what to do. I didn't mean for it to happen... she said she was on the pill and I believed her. I dont want a kid, Izzy. I'm to young, Uncle Will is helping me train to be the King one day. I'm so scared. What do I do? You have to help me. Please, Izzy, please..." He begs me, tears now spilling over in his eyes. When I see my brother cry in front of me, I actually started to cry as well. I hug him as he cries and I tell him I'm going to help him through it.

For the first time ever in my life, I'm holding my big ( by a few minutes ) brother in my arms as he cries over something that could possibly ruin his life and future forever. But something doesn't seem right to me... Who was this girl? And why would she say she's on the pill if she's not?

I'll tell you right now, I'm sure as hell going to find out. No one hurts my brother like this, even if I hate his guts.

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