Talia- KING PRINCESS FANFIC (finished)

Seven

Talia.

My chest was tight and my face was numbed from crying. My brain kept flashing the image of my sister standing in front of me, begging me to explain. The lump in my throat that I had experience when I opened my mouth to speak choked me as I cried. By now I knew she was already in Calabasas telling my entire family what she had saw. I wondered what Harry was doing, then realized that this was the only thing I couldn't tell him.

The image of the short haired girl who picked Mikaela up kept replaying in my mind. I wanted to know who she was and how the met. Was it an ex? Was she dating people while we played? Did I even have the right to be mad at her for it? It's just she looked so happy, genuinely happy as she drove away. It was a smile that had never escaped around me. It was so bright and natural, we weren't that.

I thought back to the first time I had seen my sister broken. She was lied out on her bed with tears streaming down her face. I tried to talk to her and figure it out but her sentences were so broken you couldn't understand anything. I had seen her cry many times growing up, but there was something about the look in her eyes as she did it. Her eyes were light like my own, but when she feels pain they seem to be the deepest blue, that's how you know if she's sincere. Tonight I had seen the ocean in her eyes and I've never been so scared of what's to come.

<who was that?> I sent my message to Mikaela, sliding deeper into the couch cushion.

<I don't want space Mik. Please come back to Santa Monica. I need you> I typed up immediately after and sent it as well.

<I did it, she's opening a few shows. I had to pay a lot of people off to get on board, but anything to make you happy. Hope you girls are having fun xx> I looked over Harry message and with everything with Jessie, I didn't even think about how I had asked Harry about having Mikaela opening earlier.

The sun was setting now, the house was dimming and I was still alone. I just wanted to rip everything from the walls and smash them onto the wooden floors. I wanted something else to be as broken as I felt. I wanted to scream and cry because it's all wrong and I don't know if I can do this anymore.

The older my Nona turned, the more my family did to please her. Just last year we canceled our Christmas vacation because she had to host her annual Christmas Eve party. She said that unless you're visiting family, Christmas vacations are a disgrace. She was so dominant anything she said went without question. I was scared I would be the next thing to go.

I shot up from the couch when I heard something fall to the ground in the room behind me. I quickly grabbed my phone and went to see what it was.

"You're still here?" I saw Jessie shake as my hands searched the wall for a light switch.

"Where else would I go?" My throat was dry from crying but I still squeaked it out.

"I thought you be on you flight back with her already," she snapped back at me. I could feel the tears burning under my eyes just waiting to fall.