Princess Can Fight |✓

Chapter 38: What if I hurt you?

"This feels so weird?" I heard him whisper softly as he pulled away. "Princess, this can't be happening." There was this light in his eyes. Hope?

"Hey, it's okay, we need this." I kissed his cheek.

"No, no, I want you to be happy, this is not happy." He took my hand and kissed my fingertips.

"Brad, this is happy." I pressed a kiss to his lips now. He didn't see what I saw. If this meant that he got to be happy-- then this was happy.

"No, Princess-- this is not supposed to feel this way." He let go of me and got off the bed.

"Princess, we're not meant to be-- this... We're a mess. This is not right." He whispered.

"Brad it is three a.m. what do you want?" I passed a hand through my hair.

"I--I don't know-- but this is not it. Don't get me wrong Princess, I do love you-- I just-- I don't know if I'm ready to cope with this when it gets over-- and it will get over-- that's just how it ends."

"It doesn't have to end." I bit my lip. "And so what if it does? It'll be worth it Brad. I know I said I just wanted to be friends but I was wrong Brad. This-- this is what we both need. We don't fit but we can. If we just try-- we can fit together."

"I know you don't get it but Izabelle, I don't want to do this."

"Because you're scared?" I whispered.

"I'm scared." He nodded.

"So you won't even try to make this work?"

"This is really hard for me Princess."

"What do you want Brad?"

"I don't know." He was so scared. He wasn't supposed to be so scared but he was.

He put on a shirt and went towards the empty bed.

"Sleep." He said.

"I can't." I whispered.

He didn't respond.

Somehow my instincts told me what I had to do.

I got off my bed.

"Flynn. Maybe you should just listen to your heart for once."

"Flynn?" He whispered, confused.

I nodded.

"You don't want Flynn." He said passing a hand over his face.

"No, no, I realise now that I do want Flynn. I want the selfish, awful part of you who knows what he wants. I want the not so sensitive, arrogant part of you that won't be afraid to hurt me! I want Flynn. And you want to be Flynn. You want to be careless and-- and maybe even happy."

"I thought you said I shouldn't pretend to be someone I'm not."

"I was wrong. This person that you've become-- it's-- it's better if you pretend to be someone you're not if that's what it takes for you to let go."

He sat up now.

"Princess, Flynn would never love you. The truth is, Flynn wouldn't understand this at all--"

I pressed my lips against his before he had the chance to say anything else.

But he pushed me off of him.

"Don't you fucking interrupt me that way!" He paused for a moment and got up. He walked towards me. "Izabelle Carson, Flynn would've been more than happy to kill you. He doesn't believe in hurting. He doesn't believe in what he feels and he definitely doesn't believe in the faintest idea of what would generally be termed as love. Because he's not some twisted fantasy of yours, he's-- he's so much worse than you could possibly imagine--" I took his hand in mine and squeezed it until I felt his anger dissipate.