The Badboy Prince Just Can't Resist

Chapter 19- And There Was The Annalise Who Curses pt.1

Annalise

I spent the whole night crying and weeping into my pillow. My mother or Maria hadn't even heard me come in, Hazalen and I made sure to be extra quiet.

Hazalen was so drunk she passed out on the bed so I had time to myself to reflect.

After my encounter with Damien happened I just left the castle, it was sickening to even be in there. Thank goodness it was a masquerade ball or else you would see me crying until there was no more water left in my body. My mask hid all the emotions I was feeling on the inside.

I guess that's what you always do though, huh Damien?

Fury, sadness, betrayal, rejection and most of all stupidity.

How stupid was I to believe somebody like him could see something in me? I thought he actually liked me, that we had a chance at something great.

Also that he would stay loyal to me. He is the Prince of Deltora, he can have anybody he wants forever and always, yet he would want to settle down with me? Where was the logic in that?

The last thing I expected was Veronica, my best friend. We had shared so many great memories together the past three months... and she does this. Go behind my back when she knows the lust I bare for Damien. What was she gaining from this? From betraying me?

Or maybe the real question is, what was she gaining from being my friend. After the gossip of the prince being "interested in me" went around she became my friend. Veronica's advice rang in my head again... she warned me about Damien before we were even friends. About how it's all a game of cat and mouse.

Well then I guess I was the godsdamn cheese then, Veronica.

Your bait you so badly needed.

And it worked.
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"Um.... Mrz. Woodz?" Maria felt my forehead. I drenched a hot towel and warmed my face up with it, so that when Maria came in my face would be hot.

"I don't feel so good... I don't think I should go to school today Maria." I groaned out.

Dang I'm such a good actress.

"What if I made some of my cheeze gritz?" Maria bribed me, her hand propped up on her tiny waist. One of my eyes peaked open.

Oh how I loved her grits.

But no, I just can't face Damien. I need one more day to process everything and figure out where I go from here.

"No, I don't think that will just do it Maria. My head really hurts. I also have such bad cramps." I held my stomach. Maria gave me a pity look. That was always the guilty card, every girl has been there and done that.

And Mother Nature really was not helping me out with figuring out my emotions this weekend.

"I guez one day won't hurt Mrz. Woodz. Let me tell your mother," Maria rushed out of the room. I sighed to myself, propping my head up on my arm and staring at my reflection in the mirror across from my room.

My bedspread was in all different directions, completely messed up. My pillow was wrinkled and a little wet from last nights crying; not quite dry yet. My long hair was in knots and waves of frizzy brunette.