Princess Can Fight |✓

Chapter 11: Bullet

"Don't." I muttered as I saw Prince take a step in my direction.

He raised his hands in surrender. "It's okay, I know how hard he can be on people."

"He's done this to you?" I asked looking down at my body.

"Gosh I wish I had a picture of myself after I took my first beating from him."

"And you're still friends with him?"

"As fucked up as it sounds... I enjoyed it. I enjoyed being beaten to pulp. It was a pleasure just watching him use his fists, the speed and precision can't be felt or understood if it doesn't land straight on your body. And today with everything he's going through, feeling his punches would've been a treat. Emotions fuck him up and then every bit of energy consumed has so much emotion running through it, it's beautiful to watch. It's like watching something break slowly."

"So I guess you enjoy watching me this way too then? Breaking slowly..."

"You're not breaking Belle. You feel like you are but really you're not. You're just hurting. There's a difference. Brad on the other hand. He's crumbling- which is worse than him breaking but still beautiful. When people break... It's beautiful if you're there to witness the right parts of it. It's rare to see people that way and I suppose that's where its beauty lies. The fact that it's so pure and natural."

"What the fuck have you done to Austin Prince?" I glared at him.

"I'm trying to impress this girl who really likes my best friend." He licked his lips.

"Consider her impressed."

"So you'll go out on a date with me then?"

"Uh- I don't think so Prince." I shook my head.

"Why not?"

"Because you're Austin Prince." I smirked.

"That hardly seems like a good enough reason to blow me off!"

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Don't give me that look, I wasn't actually asking you out."

"Wow... Even Austin Prince doesn't want me anymore! How the fuck did this happen?"

"Hey! I never said I didn't want you. If you're up for it we can do it in my car right now."

"Still the jerk face on the inside." I shook my head.

"Can I sit with you now?"

"Prince we've not reached that stage yet." I smirked.

"And here I thought we were making progress." He sighed, sounding defeated.

He shook his head and sat down next to me anyway. "Will you let me?" He asked cupping my cheek. His thumb wiped away the blood that trickled from busted lip.

"It hurts." I whispered lowering my gaze from his dark brown eyes.

"I know, but if I don't clean it up, it's just going to hurt more." He explained as if I were a two year old. "Hey, look at me." He said bringing his face closer to mine.

I shook my head.

"Please?"

I refused.

"Belle... It's going to be okay. Talk to me."

"Why do you suddenly care?" My voice cracked.

"Because I'm your only friend right now."

"I'm not your responsibility." I said bringing my hand to my face.