The sun was peering through my black curtains, telling me that it was way past the time I usually got up. It was not normal for me to sleep this late, I noted as I seen it was 11:30am. But as I stretched my aching limbs, I remember last night’s events. My eyes widen and I shoot out of bed and run to my brother’s bedroom door.
“KING!!!” I yell as I bang on his door.
When I get no answer, I shove open the door to find the room a mess and empty. Narrowing my eyes, I head down the stairs in search for my brother, when I make it down the stairs and round the corner to the den, I run into my father. My eyes widen as I take a step back and look up at his angry face. Oh boy… He’s obviously not gotten over his anger at me from last night…
Dad narrows his aging eyes at me and turns his back to me, retreating to his study. “Follow.” He calls in an ice cold tone. Shit. I’m really in some big trouble. But what did I do that was so bad? Jeez, I acted my age for once. I went to a party, drank and danced with a gorgeous boy that I happen to like a lot. I even protected my brother from that slut!
Entering dad’s office, I sat down on the plush leather couch across from the fire place and the chair my dad had taken a seat in. Tucking my feet under me, I study my father. His red hair is gelled neatly; he is wearing a pair of grey slacks with a maroon polo. He had his left leg resting on the knee of his right leg. His face was hidden behind a pop culture magazine he was reading… strange. Cocking an eyebrow, I squint to see what made the hide lines today.
“PRINCESS GONE WILD: NOT SO INNOCENT ISABEL” was printed in giant, bold faced, red letters. Underneath was a picture, from last night. Oh hell. My eyes widen as I starred at the picture of my backside pressed into Jase’s front, grinding to the music. My eyes are closed; my left hand behind me pulling his head down to mine and my right hand holds a red cup. Jase’s hands are planted firmly on my hips. This is not good, not good at all.
My dad lowers the magazine into his lap and our eyes meet. He’s pissed, beyond pissed, he’s livid. Slowly, he slides forward on his chair and puts the magazine, open, in my lap. I look down and if possible, my eyes get even wider. All over those two pages are picture after picture from last night.
My arms around Jase as he plays beer pong, me in his lap, dancing, my laughing at Anna, Anna slapping me, me drenched in her drink, Jase and I kissing outside the house, me swinging alone at the park, Jase pushing me, Jase lying ontop of me on the mary-go-round with his hand sliding up my thigh, Jase and I walking hand in hand, then finally Jase helping me into his car to take me home. Someone captured every moment from last night, every single damn moment. But who? And why?
Tears prickle in my eyes. For one night, I tried to let loose and have fun for once in my life and this is what happens. Can’t I be a normal teenager for once? No. I can never be normal, all thanks to my family. I don’t want to be Royal. I don’t want to be the daughter of Sofie and Prince Harry. It’s not fair. My life was chosen for me before I even had the chance to live it.
“Anything you want to say for yourself?” My dad asked anger evident in his tone.
I look up at him through my tears and his face softens. “Izzy, don’t guilt trip me with those tears. What you did last night was completely irresponsible and unforgivable. You have extremely disappointed me and I honestly do not know if I will ever be able to trust and forgive you. I expected more from you.” He lectures, shaking his head. He grabs the magazine and holds it up in front of him so that I have to look at the pictures. “This is a disgrace to the family name, Isabel. At this moment, you are a disappointment to us all. Now, go to your room, and do not come out until someone has come to tell you dinner is ready. I’ll have your lunch sent to your room.”
Starring at my dad with wide eyes, I see that he is 100% serious. He honestly thinks all those horrible things about me. All I did was make out with a boy! I’m 18, for gosh sake! Most 18 year olds are out having sex! All I did was kiss!
“Did I stutter, Isabel? GO!” Dad shouts.
Tears spill over my eyes as I stand and head for the door. But before I leave, anger flares up inside of me and I turn around and face my dad, who is watching me warily.
“I’ve always been your little girl daddy, even before mom died I know I was your little girl. But you know what? It’s time to realize that I am 18, I am an adult. I’m not your little girl anymore. You need to stop treating me as if I am. So what I made out with a guy I happen to really like? Sue me. I bet you didn’t know, that at that party last night, I saved your sons ass.” I said, which caused my dad to raise an eyebrow. “Ask him about how his sister saved his ass last night, and then I’d like an apology from you. But until then, I won’t be in my room because I am not some child you can punish anymore.”
Dad gapes at me as I shake my head in pity. “And as for the comment about the family being disappointed in me, I don’t really care. I never asked to be a Royal. I honestly do not want to be one. I hope that one day I can marry a commoner, and finally live the life I feel I was meant for. I’m like my mum dad, I was not meant for this Royal life.”
With those final words, I turn on my heel and walk out. That will give him something to think about. As I head upstairs, I happen to pass grandma. One look at her, and I know she heard everything. She smiles at me and pulls me into a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you, darling.” She whispers as she hugs me.
When she lets go, I kiss her cheek and head upstairs to my room. Sighing, I head over to my ipod dock and turn on my sad songs play list. Whiskey Lullaby comes on as I move around my room, packing my most prized possessions. I packed a few weeks’ worth of clothes, a few different pair of shoes, my mother’s locket and a picture of my mother. Double checking to make sure I have all my necessities, I sit on my bed and look around the room as the soft and sad lyrics of Dreaming With A Broken Heart plays in the background.
Picking up my phone, I scroll through my contact list until I find the name I was looking for. He picks up on the second ring. “Izzy, have you seen these pictures?” He asked as soon as he picked up. I smile sadly, at least he is not running for the hills.
“Yeah, I have. Hey Jase… I need a favor.” I whisper, not wanting any prying ears that may be outside my door to hear. Silently, I am praying that Jase agrees to this. But I also know, it is a very low possibility that he will. He’s only known me for a few days.
Jase is quiet for a moment. “Sure, what do you need?”
Slowly, I run through my idea with him. He stays quiet the entire time, listening and registering every idea. In the end, he agrees. He says he will be over in an hour tops, and for me to be ready when he gets here. While I wait for him, I lie around and think of all the times my dad and I have talked about my future. He always thought I’d grow up to be successful and good role model and I just nodded and pretended to agree. I’ve always known I was different.
I am my mother’s child. I will not let people control me because they have certain expectations of me. I will be myself, no matter what. Where in the world, does it state that because my father is Prince Harry, that I too have to follow through with the Royal protocols? It doesn’t.
This is why I presented Jase with my idea. As he said, he’d be an hour tops and as it was rounding the 50 minute mark, I got a text that said he was waiting outside. Sure enough when I looked out of my window, I saw his red mustang idling outside. I grabbed my bags and my cell phone and headed out of the door.
When I came out, Jase jumped out of the car and took my bags from me and loaded them in the trunk of his car. I smiled at him as I watched. When he finished, he came over to me and pulled me into a swift kiss. “Ready?” He asked. I nodded and he opened the car door for me.
Once my door was closed, he jogged over to his side and slide into the seat. As he put the car in drive, I glanced back at my house long enough to see my dad stepping out of the front door, looking ready to kill someone.
Sorry daddy, but this life just wasn’t for me. You said so yourself.
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Like My Mother
FanfictionSEQUEL TO WHEN HARRY MET SOFIE: Princess Isabel of Wales was born into the Royal family by her american mother and father, who happens to be Prince Harry of Wales. She and her twin brother Kingston were raised by their single father. When Isabel tur...
