Once Upon A Royal Love

Chapter 59

Alexandra's POV

The next morning, I woke up to the lamp I left on from last night blaring in my face , I yawned stretching after sitting up in bed.

I rolled over to other side of my bed getting my phone, opening the lock screen to see I have missed messages from both Luke and William.

I rolled my eyes, realizing what I did yesterday was stupid. I mean after the argument with William.

What they didn't know was I was sleeping in the panic room in the basement.

I grabbed my phone and got out of bed, walking out the panic room, going upstairs, to the main floor.

I heard multiple conversation.
"She couldn't have gone back to America", a voice say.

I turned down the hallway, to noticed Victoria, Chuck, Luke and William himself was standing there.

"Oh thank god", Victoria said.
"Alexandra", William said.

I walked past him, rushing up the stairs with him following.
"Alexandra, wait", he said.

I ignored him, I was basically running away from him, trying to get to my room without saying anything to him.

"Alexandra, please", he said inches away from me.

I rushed into my room, slamming and locking the door shut, before breaking into tears.

I walked into the bathroom, turning on the hot water to take a shower.

After a long hot shower, I changed into a pair of sweats and a tank top. I threw my hair into a messy bun, and walked out the bathroom.

I walked to door, before opening it, I took a deep breath. I inhaled and exhaled.

As I unlocked it, I opened it to see William slowly getting off the ground, but I pretended as if I didn't see him.

I walked down the long large hallway with him following me.

"Alexandra", he said.
I simply ignored him.

After sighing, William began to speak again

"Just talk to me, please", he says with a unrecognizable tone. Meaning I've never heard him like this.

He sounded like he was crying.
I walked down the stairs, basically ignoring him.

I walked pass the family room which Chuck and Victoria we're boo'd up watching a movie, walking into the kitchen to find myself something to eat.

I was pretty hungry.
"So that's it? You're just gonna ignore me?", he asked.

I walked towards the cabinet, getting a bowl out from the first self. I then walked to the fridge opening it to see the green grapes, I had been craving for.

I took them out and placed them on the counter with my bowl.

As I began hand picking grapes and placing them in the bowl.

"What do I have to do to make you talk to me?", he asked.

"Nothing", I finally spoke.
"What?", he asked trying to understand.

"You don't have to do or say anything, William", I say.

"Yes. I do. Because we have to talk", he said.
"We did. And I'm done talking", I say.
"Alex, just let me explain", he says.

"Explain, What? There's nothing you have to explain that I don't already know", I say.

"I shouldn't have said what I said yesterday", he said.

"But you did", I said placing the grapes back in the fridge.

"I didn't mean it.", He said.

"Then why'd you say it? Do you really want me to leave?", I asked him trying to understand this point of view of this situation.

"No, I— I was just mad", he said giving an excuse.

"At what?", I asked him.
"You— that Guy— myself to be honest", he said.

"You asked me what I was still doing here, you out of all people should already know the answer to your question", I say.

"I'm trying to understand you. I'm trying to figure that part out", he said.

I shook my head.
"That's the thing. You shouldn't have to question why I'm in your life or not. I'm pregnant, William. When will you understand that after this it's only gonna get worst. And your not helping if your too busy living two life's", I say with tears forming in my eyes.

"What are you saying?", he asked.
"I'm saying maybe your right. I should leave and go home, but you know why I won't. It's because I love you, William. And I love the idea of us being a family together. But we can't do that if we're acting childish. So you do what you have to do. And I'll do what I have to do", I say.

"And what's that supposed to mean?", he asked.

"It means my child and I are going to be fine regardless if you in our life or not. So hook up with as many girls as you want to, smoke your lungs, drink you sense away, see if I care. Because I'm done trying to build a bridge for you, William. When all you do is knock it down, each single time", I say walking away turning the corner, leaning against a wall, breathing heavily, and breaking down all over again.

I was referring to every-time we get together he does or say something that makes it all screwed up.

And it wasn't fair to me.
Or our baby.
They didn't deserve this.
And neither did I.