Trapped (Maxon and America Love Story)

Chapter 19

Maxon's POV

She sleeps so peacefully. God she's so beautiful. I don't deserve her. I never did, I especially don't after what I did. I wish she would just say something to me besides a few words. I wish she wasn't afraid of my touch or to be near me. Every moment I'm with her, I can tell she's afraid I'll hit her. I don't know what to do to regain that trust.

I realize I have to get up for meetings. I touch my lips to her forehead and head up to my room. Aspen passes me on the stairs. He just glares at me. Him and Marlee are the only ones who know, but nobody knows that I beat America. That I killed our baby.

Everyday I'm overwhelmed by guilt. I just want to stay in bed. But I always think that there could be a chance that America would forgive me. Or she might just walk out of my life.

I let the water wake me up. I get into black dress pants and a maroon dress shirt on. I don't feel like wearing a tie or a jacket. My stubble has grown. I'll have to shave it tomorrow. And tomorrow is the report.

I head to my first meeting. All the advisors send their happiness towards me that America is awake. They don't know a thing either. "We have some intell that someone in the palace is a rebel. So far we've interviewed half of the staff. We are still in the process of getting through everyone. So far no bells have dinged. But on the bright side we have a spy in the rebel camp. Our intell tells us that we are looking for a man in his early forties. Bald a little faint beard. Could be a full beard right now. But he has been trained specifically by their best leader in combat. He is dangerous and deadly."

"What do they want from us. All we're trying to do is help the country," an advisor says.

"They want America," I say not realizing I'm thinking out loud, "That's what that guy said when we interrogated him. He said they won't kill her but I highly doubt it."

"Shouldn't we have someone watching her? Someone that we trust until we find the spy."

"I've been watching her," I say.

"You're not right now," an advisor says.

"That's because I'm in this pointless meeting. When I could be comforting my wife through her pain," I snap.

"We just wanted to update you on what's been happening."

I could be with America right now. But instead I'm in here doing nothing. They could figure this situation out on their own. They don't need my help. I block out the rest of the meeting. I just see their mouths moving, and I just nod and smile. Once the meeting over I grab some work and head to the hospital wing. If I'm going to get work down it'll be with America.

I get to her room and Doctor Lander switched out the liquids again. The old one was half empty. That was a waste. "Your majesty," he says greeting me as I sit in the chair with my folders. "She woke up with pain this morning. She's on a high dosage of medicine. She might be a bit wonky," he says then leaves. I set my folders in a little table. All I have to do is sign stuff.

America tosses and turns as she sleeps. She sits up and looks at me. "How are you feeling today?" I ask. She just turns her head slightly looking at me. Then her eyes widen. "Your hair," she says in amazement, "it looks like gold!" Her words are a bit slurred. She must be on a high dosage. "And your's looks like a fiery masterpiece."

"Your eyes are chocolate," she says reaching her hands out. I laugh at her silly actions. "Is that all paper?"

"Yes. It's part of my job to do this and your's too."

"Really? I sing for a living," she says then shouts off key notes. "Don't let the puppies in. They'll jump all over me and lick me," she says very seriously. I nod holding back my laughter. "But you can let the dolphin in. He's my friend. Are you my friend?" She asks.

"Yes, I'm actually your husband." Her jaw drops in shock. "Really?!" I nod slowly. "Where's my ring?" She asks. "I don't know. Where did you put it last?"

"I don't know. I think someone took it off." I look around and spot it on the little side table. "I found it," I say. She looks intensely at it. I hold my hand out for her's to rest on. She puts her hand in mine and I slide the ring on. "Wow! It's beautiful," she says. "It took me a while to pick the perfect one out for you," I say, "I always knew you were the one. From the first time I saw you that night, you always filled my thoughts. I knew when you offered to be friends I wanted to be more than that. And we are more than that. I hope you know that. But at the moment, you probably don't want to even see me. And I'm sorry for that. I hope that you will forgive me one day."

America has tears in her eyes. "If I knew what you were talking about I would forgive you right now," she says. She reaches for me and hugs me. "I feel like I should know what you're talking about."

"Its okay. You're just on heavy medication."

"I forgive you. You seem like you really needed a hug."

"Yeah. Once the medicine wears off this event won't appear in your memories," I say sadly. America pulls back and sits up against her pillow. Doctor Lander walks in. "Evening your majesties."

"Woah!" America yells, "you're bald!"

"Yes I am," he says chuckling to himself, "That's the medicine talking. It should be wearing off soon. She will fall asleep for a little while. It's an indication that it's wearing off." I turn to America and she's bundled herself up in the blankets. She lays on her side and sleeps. "I'll just replace this bag and be out of your way."

"Doctor Lander, you just changed it. Why do you keep changing them?"

"To keep the fluids fresh. No medical reason. I'll be back when she wakes up." He shuts the door and I get back to work. It looks like a page full of words I don't understand. I start to sign papers then eventually finish. I lean back in my chair and shut my eyes.