Princess Can Fight |✓

Chapter 23: That's what you get for treating me like a princess

It was nearing midnight and Brad was nowhere to be found. I refused to so much as look at Austin Prince.

"Where the hell is he?" I turned to Ace.

"Probably on the roof." Ace shrugged.

"When will he be back?"

"I don't know." He passed a hand through his hair.

"Why don't you and Austin start? I have to see what you know, what better way than to watch you use your skill on Austin?"

"Look, I won't hurt Austin. He's the closest thing I have to a best friend and I don't hurt my best friends." And honestly if I started, I don't think I'd be able to stop. Considering how Austin didn't want anyone else to know that he had told me his secret, I didn't think it would be a good idea to break his bones.

"Touching. Stay here, I'll go look for Brad." Ace rolled his eyes at me and left the house.

"Thanks." Austin whispered. "You could've taken the opportunity to beat the crap out of me--"

"Austin shut up, we're not friends."

"Right. Sorry."

I don't know how long the awkward silence lasted before Ace walked in with Brad.

"You said we start at midnight." I stated.

"And it isn't midnight yet, is it?"

"Before that I was some answers Brad. And I want you to be perfectly honest with me because I've had one of those really really long, exhausting days and I refuse to do anything else until I get some explanations."  I couldn't be nice about any of this. I was pissed. I was tired. I was ready to fucking fight.

"Go on, I'm listening."

"What the hell are we doing here? Why am I not home? Where is James? Who the fuck declared you king? And how exactly do I get out of this mess?"

"Okay, you're pissed. What did Austin do?"

"Last I checked that wasn't the answer to any of my questions." I crossed my arms against my chest.

"But as you said, I am king, so you answer my questions first."

"If this is how it's going to be. Austin has nothing to do with my rotten mood. That's on you Brad. First someone punched me in the face in my own home, then I woke up in a safe house, then I was forced to go on a date with you and somehow after that we had to move to another safe house? And there was a body we had to go check out because there was a slight chance it was my sister? I think I'm forgetting something... Right, I've had two dinners and it isn't even midnight. So yes, I'm pissed. And I want answers. And after that I want to fight. Because out of all of you, I think I'm the only one who's has a bad enough day to impart knowledge on how exactly to throw a punch at someone to make it hurt most--"

"Is she drunk?" He looked at Austin and completely ignored me.

"Brad, I'm not fucking drunk. I'm about to rip everything I see to shreds if I don't get some answers. I've had enough of all of you! You especially Brad. You have some serious issues and no I do not want to discuss them. I just want to go back home and not be scared. And you can start by giving me some answers, because just as I reminded Austin some time back, I have a knife and I will not hesitate to use it." I felt good. After a very long time I felt like I was in charge and I loved every bit of it.

"I'll tell you something Izabelle. As you said, I am king. I do whatever I want and giving you answers is not something I want to do. Go ahead use your tiny little knife on me, but I'm not telling you anything. I'll do whatever I see fit. And I'll keep you safe my way. It doesn't matter who crowned me king. Because for now you're stuck with me. Now we're going to fight. Actually Ace is going to fight you. I have Austin duty." He walked up to Austin and grabbed him by the collar, dragging him out of the house.

I pulled out my knife.

"Place that on the ground and kick it to me, no knives."

"Why? You're afraid I'll tear an eye out?"

"No, I'm afraid you'll end up hurting yourself."

"Making it easier for you to win, I don't see why you have a problem with that?" I smirked.

"Fine whatever use your pathetic knife." 

I was ready to have some fun. Finally.

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"You used a knife!"

"He said it was okay."

"You never ever use a knife in practice--"

"Why the fuck not? I have to learn how to fight with my knife! I know how to use my fists. You said it yourself. I have the skills I need."

"And what if you're left without a knife with no-one to protect you?"

"I don't need anyone to protect me. If I can't defend myself then I deserve to suffer. To learn how to get out of a difficult situation on my own! Get it through your thick fucking skull. You're here to help me. Not protect me. If you want to protect someone, go protect Austin Prince. That guy's going to need it." I smirked.

"Did you patch Ace up?" He let out a sigh.

"Couldn't let him bleed out, so I fixed his wounds and made sure that he understood what he was dealing with." I smiled.

"Good. Come on." He said getting up.

"What for?" I raised a brow at him.

"You're fighting me now. You want help, I'm giving it to you. Can't promise this won't hurt but I figured this doesn't count as hurting you." Brad smirked.

I got on my feet.

"Winner gets to choose breakfast." He said.

I nodded.

He always seemed to aim for my stomach. Never the face. Never. He made a conscious effort to not touch my face at all. My blows on the other hand were all over the place. I was a little out of practice considering how I was currently being treated as a princess who just wasn't allowed to do what she wanted to do.

"Ouch!" I heard him groan as my fist made contact with his ribcage. Punching someone was no less than an art. With the right technique and the right amount of force it was possible to injure your opponent with little or no pain to your own fist.

And today I didn't care if I hurt him. That was it I guess. I had a tendency to go soft on him and Austin. I knew I was capable of so much more.

He managed to wrap his fingers around my wrist and use it against me as a barrier between our bodies. If I couldn't get close enough, I couldn't fight. I kicked him in the shin and got tackled to the ground for it. I was really out of practice.

I kicked around a little and managed to get one good shot at his ribcage even with my wrist still in his grip.

He groaned. "That doesn't sound very good." I smirked.

"Don't be too confident." He shook his head and I received another sharp blow to my stomach. I winced in pain. I couldn't move my legs with him on top of me and with only one hand I couldn't really punch him either. So I did the only thing I could come up with. I took my free hand and grabbed his neck. I knew my hands weren't weak.

He let go of my wrist and I managed to flip us over. Now I was the one in control of the situation.

I shook my head and let go of his neck. Threw one last punch at his gorgeous face and I was done. I got off him and waited for him to get back up. In the little time that I had been fighting them which was about forty-five minutes so far, I had realised that I enjoyed watching them ache to get up. I liked watching them struggle. Groaning and wincing.

It gave me some sort of sick pleasure. But you know what? I guess I'm fucking allowed!

That's what you get for treating me like a princess.

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A/N

Tired.

Love you.

See you soon.