My Incomplete Fairytale

Chapter 4 - Excuses

Chapter 4 – Excuses

I woke up to the sound of sobbing. I opened my eyes slowly to find Lana's head rested on my bare chest. She moved her hands through her hair, and in the dark she wiped at her eyes. I moved a little, causing her to sit up off of me. She stared at me, dark circles under her eyes and tears staining her cheeks. "You should leave," she whispered, "I have to work in the next ten minutes."

I bit my lip, not wanting to take my arm off of the small girl. I ran my hand across her bare shoulders, stopping once I reached her chin. I held her cheek in my hand, wiping away her tears. She sighed as she pushed my hand away, "You have to get out of here, before the mistress comes back."

I shook my head as I pulled on my pants and tied up my shoes. I ran my hands through my black hair. "Lana," I said softly. She looked up at me, her green eyes pouring into my soul. Just her look made me feel safe, made me feel comfortable, made me feel in love. I bit my lip, "I can't just leave you here," I whispered as I tugged my shirt down over my body.

Lana gave a slight shrug, her small shoulders going limp. "There's nothing you can do, I am fine. This never happened, Jayden." She shook her head, "This was a mistake."

Her words were like daggers in my heart, and I thought about the fist two years that we had known eachother. The only girl who had become my friend, yet it had spiraled out of control from that. I loved her, and I could see the undying passion in her, as well.

She seemed to be fading away each day. She was no longer the bubbly fourteen year old girl I had met when I first came here. Her eyes no longer had that sparkle, her hair no longer glistened, her face no longer glowed. She was sixteen, yet she looked as though she had already lived an entire life. Yet she still managed to look beautiful.

"I'll be back," I whispered, leaning forwards to quickly kiss her on the cheek. She closed her eyes, getting to her feet as I raced towards the door. Lana crossed her arms over her chest, and I nodded at her before I fled from the room.

I sneaked down the hallway, looking back over my shoulder to where the love of my life stood. It killed me knowing I couldn't have her. Correction; it killed knowing that I never could.

In three days I would be married to Jennifer. The absolute bitch who should be the one fading away. Not Lana. I wanted Lana. No. I needed Lana. I didn't want to think of where I'd be without her. Probably a jerk, probably a egotistic Prince that cared for no one but himself, probably clueless as to what love and compassion even was.

I would probably have no reason to live.

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The Prince took her hand, smiling as he kissed the top of it. She grinned with love, hugging her Prince as he dropped to one knee. They wed the next day, and they soon had children who they could pass their love on too.

And they lived happily ever after.

I sat up in my bed, scratching my head as the old fairytale replayed in my head. My mother used to read that to me when I was little.

What bullshit.

Everyone knew their was no such thing as fairytales. Whether you were a Prince or a peasant, no one got their happily ever after.

"What the heavens are you doing up?" Jennifer whispered, her voice whining even behind her sexy tone. I sighed as she leaned over me. She licked her lips, and in the dark I could see the evil grin on her face.

"I know you hate this," she said softly, running her hand down my chest. I stiffened at her touch, not wanting her anywhere near me. She smirked at my reaction, and she only moved closer. "But guess what?" she said into my ear. I bit my lip, shrugging lightly at her question. This made her smirk, and she only placed her hands on my chest as she spoke. "You don't get a choice, and neither do I. But in and out of people's views, we are a couple. Deal with it, Jayden Jackson. I'm yours," she purred, running her hands up and down my thighs.