The Princess From Hell

Chapter 21

(A/N: I AM SO SORRY!!! THIS UPDATE IS SOOOOOO LATE!!!! I'M REALLY SORRY GUYS, I'VE BEEN BUSY FOR LIKE A WEEK STRAIGHT!! AND NOW THIS IS A SHORT UPDATE, UGH! I'M SO SORRY!!)

Michael's point of view:

This is all my fault. Why did I hit her?! What is wrong with me?! "KING MICHAEL!" Jessica's voice screamed. Worried, ash ran down the stairs; I followed. She was holding a passed out zala.

Fire was everywhere, and guards were all laying down, thrown across the room. I looked back at zala, and she had blood on her head. "Get her in the clinic. She can't die." Sierra said. "Well duh!" I said.

"No, if she died, hell would gain 2 souls, not one." sierra said. I froze. "What?" I asked. She glanced up at me as Luke picked her up. She just nodded, and ran after Luke. Slowly, I walked after them. I'm going to be a dad?

Why didn't she tell me? I hit her...while she had our baby in her stomach...so basically, I not only hit the love of my life, but also my child...I let out a frustrated scream, and punched a wall. Calum turned around, and slowly walked to me.

"Michael, come on. Let's just go to the clinic, and wait for zala to wake up." he said softly. I nodded, and followed him. I feel numb. "I'm..." was all I could get out, before I saw black spots flow across my vision, then a cold hard floor come in contact with my body.

Zala's point of view:

When I woke up, people were surrounding me. "Oh good." Sierra's voice breathed out. "What...what happened?" I groaned.

"You exploded again, and hit your head when you passed out. Then, on the way to the clinic, Michael passed out. The kingdom is freaking out." calum told me. I groaned. "Where is Michael now?" I asked.

"Oh, he's in the other room-" "good. Keep him there." my voice was dripping with venom. "Sweetie, you can't just ignore him forever. He really didn't mean it." sierra said. "Yea. And trust me. I've known him his whole life.

He really didn't mean to hit you, and he really regrets It." calum said. I shook my head, and sat up. "Ugh, get me food. I feel like bingeing." I muttered, standing up. "You can't-" "Watch me." I cut Luke off.

I walked right out of the clinic, and to the dining room. I walked into the kitchen, and found chefs washing dishes. "My queen!" one exclaimed. "Make me food. Normal food." I commanded. "Yes, your majesty." A woman bowed, and ran to the stove.

I walked out into the dining room, and went to my chair. I sat down in front of it, and stared at it. I then looked at Michael's. Tears collected in my eyes as I thought about what he did. A sharp pain came to my stomach, and my hand flew to it.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "You're not supposed to have feet to kick yet." I muttered. I rubbed my stomach when the baby kicked again. It wouldn't stop kicking. Suddenly, the door flung open. A man came to me, and gave me a plate of food.

I thanked him, and he walked back inside. I looked down at the food. Oh, this looks so good! I leaned in to smell it, and got a sudden urge to throw up. I threw the plate away from me, and started throwing up.

Someone came up behind me, and rubbed my back and held my hair back. "Shh, it's ok." he whispered. Michael. I flinched at his voice, making him sigh. When I finished throwing up, he swooped me up.

He kissed my forehead. "Come on, baby. Let's go back to our room." he whispered. "The three of us." He added. My eyes widened. "Mike-" "it's ok. I understand." He cut me off.

I let out a breath, and relaxed a tiny, TINY bit in his arms. He kissed my cheek as he walked upstairs.

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