Trapped (Maxon and America Love Story)

Chapter 16

America's POV

I wake up curled up into a ball and warm. All I remember is going to sleep. Having an awful nightmare. Maxon was beating me again. This time almost killing me as I'm awake. Then I remember waking up screaming crying. Maxon trying to calm me down. Then mourning our baby. Our innocent, unborn, beautiful baby. I don't think I can get over it. I never will.

I manage to flutter my eyes open. We're still in the safe room. It must've been pretty bad out there. I look around and find me cuddled up against Maxon. His eyes open, arm around me. I slowly sit up trying not to pop a stitch open or anything. Maxon helps me. I sit against the wall. He sits up and sits in the chair next to the bed. He stares at me, trying to read me.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine," I say trying to avoid conversation. I can't look at him. But it's so hard not to. My heart still belongs to him. I want to forgive him but I can't get over everything this quick.

I poke at my legs. They have more feeling in them than before. But still not the best. "Are you hungry?" He asks. I shake my head. He lets out a big and long sigh. I don't feel like eating. I wish I would've been able to celebrate that I was becoming a mom. It's hard to hear that you were pregnant then told that your child is dead, murdered. I know not to blame Maxon. It wasn't him. He would never kill anyone.

If only I got to hold him or her. There's nothing in this world better than holding your own child. Knowing he or she is a part of you and always will be. Thinking about it makes me more devastated. I need to get out of this room. "America."

"Yes?"

"Do you remember what happened last night?"

"Yes."

"I was wondering if you're okay."

"I'm fine," I say plainly. Maxon scoots his chair so he's facing me now. "America I know I've been apologizing all the time. I'm truly sorry and I hope you see that. Please at least say I'm forgiven or not. Please don't leave me guessing."

" Maxon-" I'm interrupted by the safe room door opening. "Your majesty," a guard says, "I found them!" He shouts. "It's all clear you are free to go." I get up off the bed. I start to walk then tumble over my own feet. Maxon scoops me up bridal style.

He takes me to my room. Surprisingly it's not trashed. He sets me on my bed and tucks me in. I can feel he wants to kiss me. If he did I might want to rip his head off. Or might miss the feeling. I shake the thought out of my head.

Maxon leaves then Mary and Paige come in. "America, we were so worried about you. It was about two weeks but felt like eternity. The whole palace was down," Mary says hugging me. "It was very boring without you," Paige says flashing a smile. I smile back at them. "Lets get you freshened up and get into some comfortable clothes. I know hospital gowns are not the best."

They help me get there as I walk one step at a time. Once we get there I get in the shower. Dried blood washes down the drain. I put a towel around me when I get out. I walk over to the mirror.

My face has faint bruises. A long stitch on my forehead. I turn around and look at my back. Long scabs and stitches cover my back. They go from my shoulders to my lower back. I flinch at them. My entire back is mangled.

I walk back out. Mary and Paige have sweat pants and a t shirt layed out. I throw those on and lay down. I shut my eyes and fall asleep.

Maxon bursts through my door. I sit up. His face is red, pure rage burns through him. "You told," he yells. He comes to me. I can't run away. "I told you if you said a word to anyone, severe consequences are ahead. I guess they are." His breath smells like pure alcohol. It burns my nose.

"Maxon I didn't tell anybody," I say.

"You lying bitch," he spats. He slaps me across my face. I roll across the bed trying to get away from him. He grabs me by my ankles and drags me to him. I flail my arms everywhere. I scream but nobody comes. "Maxon don't do this," I cry out. "I told you what would happen if you told. But you didn't listen," he spats. "I didn't tell anyone anything. Please don't do this. You don't have to."

I feel the heat radiating off of him. Rage covers him. I tell myself this isn't him. He wouldn't do this. Does he know he's doing this? "It's too bad you told. I thought I wouldn't have to do this," he says emotionlessly. He walks off into his room. I try and get up. I roll onto the floor. I grab my bed side table and lift myself up. I know I can't run. I start to walk towards the door. My legs get tangled together and I fall to the floor.

Maxon's cold eyes look at me on the floor. "Are you trying to get away?" He lifts me up by my hair. Then slams my head into the wall. He lets go off me and I fall onto the floor. I feel blood run down my head. He picks me up again and throws me on the floor. My whole body is powerless. I can't do anything to stop this. My vision is blurred. The whole room is spinning.

He flips me over on my stomach. His foot kicks me. I'm gasping for air. My lungs might collapse at any second. At this point I just want to die. It would be less pain. "Maxon please," I say sobbing. He rips my shirt off. I sob even more, knowing what's going to happen. The crack of the whip as it hits my back is deafening. I cry out when it strikes. "Maxon. Don't do this!" I say. I don't know how many times he's hit me. My whole back stings as it's covered in blood. I hear him slam my door. I'm on the floor crying my eyes out.

I hear my door open. He comes back with a gun. Just shoot me already. When he pulls the trigger I jerk up.

I'm screaming. I'm covered in sweat. My eyes are flooded with tears. I won't stop screaming. I see Maxon's eyes. His lips move but I don't hear a thing. When I process that his hands are on my cheeks, I get away from him. I kick and scream more. "Get away! Get away," I yell. "America it's alright. You're safe," he says. He sits on the bed next to me. The screaming has stopped. Now tears overwhelm me. "It okay. You're safe. Just breathe," he says calmly, "it was just a dream."

He holds me to his chest. I find comfort and safety when I'm near him. I can see guards and my maids in the room. My family is in the room. I can barely remember talking to them when I woke up.

Maxon rocks me slowly stroking my hair. "Shhh, it's okay. You're safe now," he says. I don't feel anything. I know I'm still crying. I see the room start to clear out and leaves just me and Maxon. I'm out of breath but still manage to cry. I take a deep breath trying to calm myself down. The tears start to slow. My mind races to every memory from the past day. It stops at my baby. I didn't even know that I was pregnant. I never got the joy of holding my baby in my arms. The thought makes me sob more and more. "My b-" I can't say the rest. It makes it feel all too real. "I know," Maxon says softly, "I know." He kisses the top of my head. I'm too depressed to do anything. I fall asleep missing my child and in Maxon's arms.