Princess of the boys

Chapter Three - Hatred

*Two years later*

“Princess, get up.”

I opened my eyes to find Milo staring down at me coldly. His eyes were dangerous and they held a lot of anger. “What’s wrong?” I whispered. Taking these three boys was the worst decision of my life. I could never admit that to mother, or to them, but they were a handful to keep up with.

“Your mother is—infuriating.” He growled viciously.

I sat up and yawned, stretching my arms. He started to walk out of the room and I called him back. “Milo?” He turned to me angrily. “Why are you limping?”

“Why do you think?” He spit out the words.

I sighed and got out of my bed, dressing quickly. The faster I could get out there the safer the world would be for the next five minutes. Give or take those five minutes. I walked out to the front room and I saw mother and Zane fighting. Again. I closed my eyes briefly as mother struck him. Again. Do you see where I’m going with this? Zane didn’t even flinch. He only turned his head away.

“Mother?” I called, walking up to them.

She turned to me, leaving Zane fuming, and she smiled. “Kalyla!” She said, still smiling her fake smile. “Come, come. It’s your birthday! We have to celebrate.”

I looked at her warily. “What do you want me to do to Zane?” I asked.

She laughed, her eyes sparkling. “I want you to cut him. It’s not that bad. You never can do it, but today is a special day. You’re ten!”

“Yeah, and he’s fourteen.” I muttered, looking him over warily.

He did not look happy.

She laughed again. “So?” She asked. She was oblivious to what they put me through. Their kind of weapon wasn’t pain, it was emotional and mental. They scared the crap outta me.

“So, he’s a lot bigger than me.” I pouted. That still got me whatever I wanted. However, it didn’t this time.

“I don’t care, sweetheart. He has to pay for what he said to me the other day.”

“Can’t you do it?” I whined.

She laughed again and tossed me a knife. Yeah, chuck a knife at a ten year old. Real smart. But I caught it anyway. I fingered it and looked at Zane curiously. He always got this weird look in his eyes when I hurt him. By now it made no difference to me whether I hurt him or not, I was more concerned about what he did to me afterwards.

Like he said the first day I met him, he’s not a passive person.

I walked up to him lightly and watched him as his jaw tightened, as his teeth clenched, and as his eyes flashed. Every little signal was important. I walked around behind him and saw his entire back contract, and his shoulder muscles flex. His fingers clenched to fists and his back straightened.

With one easy movement I cut down and across his back. Then, by reaction, I jumped back and ducked as his fist went to hit me. I knew what to expect by now. Now it was just a game. Still, he did something different this time. Something I hadn’t prepared for.

He spun around to face me, his teeth bared and his eyes violent, and he lunged for me. I ducked again and ran a couple paces away, thinking he would stop after that. Well, he didn’t. So I ran down a hallway while I heard Eliza screaming her head off at the guards to stop him from hurting me. But I was faster and he was faster. They couldn’t catch up to either of us. So I ran.

I looked back and my eyes widened and the ferocity in his eyes. I started to run faster, realizing that maybe he was going to hurt me bad this time. I felt my breath beginning to rasp, and my escape route dwindling. I desperately tried to go faster, but I heard him catching up. I ran into a room I didn’t know and locked the door tightly, running to the closet and locking that as well.

I heard him break down the door and he didn’t even pause. He walked straight over to me and bashed on the door, making me jump fearfully. My heart was pounding. My breath trembling. My hands shaking. Zane was going to kill me for this. “Princess?” He growled through the door.

“What, Zane?” I asked, my voice small.

“Come out.”

“No way.”

“Come out and I won’t hurt you so bad.”

“It still doesn’t sound like any fun.”

He snarled in rage and I cringed. “Life is no fun. Now come out.”

I turned my head toward the wall and closed my eyes, hugging my knees to my chest. I heard him growl faintly, then bash on the door again. And again. And again. Where were the guards? With one final smash he broke the lock. The door slowly swung open and my eyes widened when I saw him. He stalked in and I scrambled back against the far end of the closet. He grabbed me by my forearms and hauled me up, then shoved me back against the wall.

“Kalyla, do you remember when Xeno hit you?” He whispered, his voice deadly soft.

Oh, I was in for it. He only called me Kalyla when he was furious.

“Yeah.” I said quietly, looking up at him with a glare. “Of course I remember. It hurt.”

“So why do you insist on doing it to us?” He murmured, putting his head beside my ear. He had to bend down ‘cause I was so short.

I looked toward the wall again. “Because it’s your fault my life is like this. It was just fine until you people came.”

“How is it our fault that you picked us?”

“You were ignoring me. This is why you don’t ignore a princess.” I hissed back, shoving him away.

 He struck me, hard.

I turned my face to the side and gritted my teeth. Then I shoved past him and walked away. “It’s all your fault, Wild.” I muttered. “All of this is.” I walked back out to the main room and shrugged at mother, then glared at the two other boys. They glared back. I went to my room and sat down on my bed, leaning back and sighing quietly. “This isn’t my fault.” I said to an empty room. “My life was just fine until they came.”

I rolled over and stared at the wall. Closing my eyes I just rested for a bit. I wasn’t allowed outside, so most of my time was spent in my room. The only place I could get away from them all. Though, every time I go into the other parts of the house the boys are there, waiting for me. I hate them so much.

I hate everything to do with them. Mother is right. Boys are now in their rightful places. Below us. Slaves. Dirt. I groaned and rolled back over, staring at my door now. But I didn’t used to think that way. I used to think that everybody was nice. But I guess every child is that naïve. I know I’m still a child in the sense of years with my few ten to hold up, but I had to grow up fast.

Zane and Xeno made sure of it.