Trapped (Maxon and America Love Story)

Chapter 2

I head to dinner. I don't know if I should confront Maxon about their conversation or not. My mind thinks the worst of things. He's going to leave me or he's cheating on me. Or he doesn't love me at all.

I take my seat at the table. Maxon comes in a tad late. He plants a kiss in my cheek before sitting down. "How was your day today?" He asks.

"Good," I say softly.

"Anything interesting happen today?"

"Marlee asked if we could be the baby's God parents. I said yes."

"That's amazing. I'll have to congratulate her when I get the chance."

"Yep."

"Are you okay? You seem a bit off tonight. Are you coming down with something?"

"No I'm fine. Just tired," I lie. We sit in silence. The sound of silverware hitting plates fill the room. "I have to get back to work," Maxon says, "love you," he says pressing a sweet little kiss in my cheek. I want to tell him I heard him with a mystery girl. And that if he's cheating on me tell me. Instead of trying to hide it.

As I walk back to our room I glance at the clock. Maxon shouldn't be working unless it's an emergency. But I would've been informed. I run back to our room and collapse. Tears run down my face as I face plant into the sheets. He's probably with that mystery girl. Mary runs over to me. "Your highness? Are you alright? America?" I wipe my tears off of my cheeks but they keep flooding out. Mary sits next to me comforting me. Her hand rubs my back. "May I ask what's wrong?"

"I'd rather not talk about it," I say sniffling through my tears.

"Should I get Maxon?" She asks. I shake my head violently. "Would you like to be alone your majesty?" I nod softly. Once the door clicks I bury my face in my hands. I love Maxon and I thought he loved me. We both love each other. Was I not good enough? Am I a terrible wife? Was I not giving him enough of me? I bawl at the thought of Maxon.

The sound of a door knob turning alerts me. I don't look up. I already know who it is. "America, what's wrong?" He says approaching me on the bed. He holds me to his chest and strokes my hair. I jerk out of his grasp. He looks shocked that I did that. I walk out to our balcony outside.

I rest my elbows on the railings. I cover my tears with hands. Maxon follows me out. "America, please tell me what's wrong. Have I done something wrong?" He asks. He gets right next to me and looks at me. I finally get the bravery to face him. "I heard you Maxon. I heard your little discussion with some girl. 'She doesn't know a thing' and 'she won't find out'," I say getting more rage in me as the seconds go by. "Please explain what I'm thinking wrong," I say outraged.

Maxon looks flabbergasted. His eyes are large pieces of chocolate. He takes a step towards me and reaches for my hands. I yank them away. "America I- I- don't know what you mean?" He says starting to panic. "Maxon if you're cheating on me, just tell me. You don't have to keep it a secret!" I say flailing my arms around. I start to pace putting my hands on my forehead. "I would never cheat on you." He says. I stop then turn on my heels and look him straight in the eye. "I thought you would be honest," I spit out. I'm too distracted by my fury to cry. Not a tear fills my eyes. My face is on fire and ready to erupt.

"America please explain," he says generally calm.

"There's nothing to explain! You are having an affair! I know about it! You've made this a million times worse by trying to hide it!" I yell, then back down. Hoping nobody heard that. Maxon looks at me baffled at my words. "I would never do that America. I love you."

"And I love you. But apparently not enough," I snap and stomp off. I walk out of the room with Maxon not far behind. The guards and maids know we argue a lot, and that we make up the next day or so. I don't think this one will ever be made up.

Guards' eyes follow me as my eyes begin to fill with tears. I walk towards the queen's suite. We've been staying in the King's suite lately. I bounce between both of them.

The staff always knows when we're in an argument, because we sleep in separate rooms. Maxon and I can't sleep without each other, but at the moment I can't bear to see him. Especially sleep with him.

Before I turn the knob two strong arms stop me. They turn me and make me face him. I look down holding the tears in. His eyes are glossy too. He stares at me. My eyes never meet his. If I do I'll burst into a million tears. "America-" he starts but I cut him off.

"Goodnight Maxon. I will see you in the morning," I say opening the door and he let's go of me. I shut the door softly and tell my maids to not let him in.

Once they put me in my silk night gown, and wipe my tears off they leave. When the room is silent I fall on my bed. My eyes spill the rivers out of my eyes. I sob as they fall onto my cheeks. I hold my knees to my chest and weep into them. My night gown has droplets of tears stained on it. I look at the picture on my nightstand. Maxon is carrying me bridal style down the beach. As the sun goes down, he kisses my cheek. I veer my eyes away. I rest my head on my pillow once my tears subside.

I toss and turn in the dark. The bed feels lonely and so do I. I pat the empty spot, knowing there's nobody there. I take my extra pillows and push them under the sheets. I snuggle up to the cluster of pillows and shut my eyes. I eventually fall asleep into my dreams.