Denial

ch. 33

I'm woken up by the sound of rattling blinds being opened.

"Time to get up princess, your mother wants to speak with you" Regina informs as she's so kindly picking up my mess from the floor.

I nod, yawning and rubbing my eyes ever so gently. There's nothing more id want in this moment of time, than to repair my relationship with my mother; I know my father would be very upset seeing the kind of relationship we have obtained since his passing.

"By any chance do you know why she wants to see me?" I ask, wanting to know the situation I'm going into. I make my way to my closet to choose the clothes I wanted to wear today, which I don't see the huge deal in since I barely leave this suffocating castle.

"Actually, she mentioned something about your birthday this weekend" She says wiggling her eyebrows sending me a taunting wink. I giggle and shake my head, I haven't celebrated a birthday of mine in ages. I doubt she'd offer any sort now.

"As lovely as that thought would be if it were true, she seems too busy to worry about a celebration here at the castle. Let alone for my birthday." I state finally settling on a nice black long sleeve body suit with high waisted jeans and my black Gucci heels. Casual.

In all honesty, I had totally forgot about my birthday. July 4th. Independence Day, ironically I was born on the day that signifies freedom when I now feel the most trapped and shut down. My father though would make a huge deal of the fact, saying that me being the next Queen would be good luck.

"My little Ariel being born on such a free holiday as this, how lovely. Must mean you'll be a great Queen one day, I expect nothing but excellence from you my dear"

His voice rings through my mind as the sad memory fills me with such taunting emotions. If he were to see the situation I'm in today, he'd be entirely disappointed and I fully acknowledge it.

As I excuse myself to Regina from my bedroom, I walk past Harrys'- well Harry and Kendalls' room and I hear a bit of loud rummaging coming from their bedroom; Being the nosey person I am, I slowly press my ear to the door to try to listen into any conversation I find myself poking into.

"Whats wrong with you Harry?!" I hear Kendall stressfully yell out, totally catching me off guard. Second day and they're already throwing tantrums with each other?

"Absolutely nothing. Can you just calm down? Your causing a commotion over nothing and your giving me such a huge headache" Harry mumbles out, I can already see him rubbing his temples remembering all those times he'd do it to me every time we'd argue.

"Your so passive with this situation! I want to be with you, I really do. But your so confusing on an entire different level. I need you to talk to me" She says now calmly slowing down her words. What can she possibly be talking about? They seemed perfectly in love last night at dinner.

"Kendall! You make me sound like a fucking lunatic. Everything is fine, I have no idea where all this shit is coming from honestly" He bites back not so softly as Kendall had spoken moments before.

"Every time we're around the Queen or Scarlett, it's like you put on this show and your suddenly in love with me. Then when we're here alone together, it's like you want absolutely nothing to do with me" Her voice now shaking and stumbling.

"Your delusional, your just taking this all out of proportion" He huskily mumbles out clearly hearing the exhaust on his voice. I hear Kendall huff and surrender the conversation, her footsteps become shockingly close to the door and that's when my body sprints into the direction of my mothers office.

By the time I make it to the front door I'm leaning my hands on my knees huffing to try and regain my breath. For someone running in heels, that was pretty impressive if I do say so myself.