The Truth

Chapter 4

Word Count: 650
POV: America
Quote: "Some of you cared, none of you cared enough." -13 reasons why

It's funny how people tell themselves what they want to hear. For example right now I'm rotting in a cell for doing absolutely nothing wrong. I know deep down I'm in a dungeon, but my mind can't seem to want to believe it's true. My minds telling me I'm in my bed, with Maxon. So when I wake up in a minute I'm not gonna have this ache in my back, or my head pounding to my heartbeat but I know it's not true because it's the middle of the day, and Maxon and I never had the time to take a nap together. Which means it's not a dream, I'm going to wake up in a dungeon cold.
Like I said we tell ourselves what we want to hear and refuse to believe the truth because deep down it hurts to much to face.
I hear a clanking of keys. I open my eyes and face the reality in front of me, the dungeon guard that's been watching me creepily all night opens the door that belongs to my cell and says
"Here she is your majesty. Would you like me to close the door or leave it here?" He asks Maxon who steps into the cell with a file in his hands and a paper.
"Leave it this will only take a second." Maxon says and the guard leaves us alone.
I don't see sorrow or regret, sadness or anything in Maxon's eyes. I see hate, rage, and no emotion. Then I know what the file is in his hands is. Then I know why his hatred toward me is still here.
He still thinks I cheated. He wants to divorce me. He slams the file on the table making me flinch.
"Sign this and you'll be free to whore around with whoever you want." He says coldly and I feel a burning in my throat.
"Max" I try to finish but he interrupts me,
"I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses out of your mouth. God you've been sleeping with Aspen. In our room! Our bed! Tell me America, when did you realize you wanted him? After our wedding? Honeymoon? Or did you know all along but you just wanted the crown?"
I start to cry and Maxon breaths hard letting his anger out.
"Just sign the paper and It'll all be over." He says quietly.
"I love you Maxon I've always loved," he interjects again.
"America if you've ever loved me or care at all just sign the papers." He says sighing. I pick up the pen and sign the sheet.
I refuse to look at him because I know I'd be bawling and I want to be strong in our last moments even if I'm not. He leaves and shuts the door and I hear a mumbling of voices. The next thing I know the perverted guard opens the door and tells me I'm free.
I was about to head back upstairs to my room when he told me my car was waiting for me, ready to take me to my family. I felt my heart crack. I shouldn't be shocked. I know Maxon wouldn't want to sleep in the same room with me but I guess I didn't expect to leave the palace.
I realize when walking to my car I didn't want anything or need anything from inside except Maxon. All my clothes, jewelry, the food, I didn't need it. It was only ever him.
I get in the car and it drives me away and in the corner of my eye I see Maxon on our balcony watching me go. I look forward and watch as the only world I loved slipped away because of one hug.

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