Her Highness h.s

Chapter 40 (Proof)

Song for this chapter: Maps - Maroon 5&Radioactive - Rita Ora

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"I came to tell you that I accept your suggestion about going to the therapist." I utter to my parents, looking at my fingers as I take a seat on our living room's leather sofa. I cross my legs, brushing my hair off of my shoulder.

Both of my parents smirk, satisfied with the words that left my mouth. I need to co-operate with them if I actually still want some of freedom in my life. This can't go on, me acting like a rebel and all.

"That's great hun, we already have booked a meeting for tomorrow." My mother admits, sipping her favorite green tea, flurttering her fake lashes. Oh, really? Already booked? I inhale, don't blow it now, Lilly. Just calm down. These two people can really be a real pain in the ass, espeacially my father- who is, oh so silent now, - readjusting his striped tie.

I take a moment to observe them both, how can these two people live with themselves. There's gonna be a day, when I'm going to take the information I'm needing out of them.

I don't give them a proper verbal answer, nodding as I excuse myself. I can't believe them, they actually assumed that I would go to a therapist. Like I don't have a say in anything, little by little, they're going to make me lose my patience and actually leave them or something - but the truth is, I couldn't survive without their money.

My stomach makes weird noises as I lay down on my comfy bed. - now what?

I make delicate circles on my stomach with my hand, feeling little sore. I can't be hungry again, I just ate. Maybe, I could go to the store and buy some sweets.

Nothing will fix my moods and aching stomach better than nice chocolate.

Say hello to fat, baby.

I grab my jacket, telling my parents that I'm heading to the store. Wow, they actually let me go out. Guess, I'm not grounded, anymore. Hah. How surprisingly fun.

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I hold the plastic bag firmly in my hand, as I walk back to my car. Remind me, why again I bought this much sweets?!

Oh yeah, because I'm so stupid that I couldn't decide which one I wanted so I almost bought them all. Very nice of me, huh.

I place the bag down, searchig for my keys that were supposed to be in the pocket of my black leather jacket.

"Why, if it isn't the devil herself." Someone spits, clearly referring to me but I ignore the sound and pull my keys out, quickly opening the lock of my car.

"I was talking to you, hey!"

Ignore, ignore, ignore. I need to repeat those words because now isn't the time.

"Bitch." That's when my attention turns to her, well look who it is, my dear ex-bestfriend.

"Hello, to you, too." I snap, rolling my eyes, holding the door of my car open.

"Back from your glorious vacation, huh?" I utter, crossing my arms, holding a distance between us.

"It went fine, I'm just thinking about how you didn't go with my words. I clearly said to stay away from my boyfriend. Do you want me to scare you off?" She states, locking her burning eyes with mine.

I take a moment to gaze down, slowly lifting it up and chuckling. "I think, you're the one who should be scared." I start, my mellow lips flashing a smile," with that little pregnancy trick you pulled on Harry."

"I bet Harry wouldn't like it that you've been lying all along." I smile, satisfied with my words that are helding her down.

"What do you mean? It's not a trick." She says, eyes twiching. So, she's really lying, huh.

Sometimes the person you know the best turns out to be the person you actually know nothing about.

I shake my head, laughing. "Sure, whatever you say."

"I have proof," She suddenly announces, making me glue my eyes back to her.

"What?"

"You heard me. I have proof, and you're going to be the first person a long with Harry to see it." Jess remarks, flipping her hair and starts to walk away from me.

Proof? No, it can't be. She's just bluffing so that I wouldn't say anything to Harry. It must be, it has to be. She can't be in our way, again. It's just too much. Ugh.

I finally get into my car, starting the engine. This has been an exhausting day.

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I lay on my bed, but this time, I'm holding 5 bags of candy, and chocolate. My problem with eating sweets are that I actually feel bad after it, I know that I shouldn't but I can't help it. It feels so wrong to eat sweets when I tend not to eat them. I haven't even been working out, you could say that I've gained almost 4 pounds. And, something tells me that I'm going to gain more, but I don't feel like caring. Life shouldn't be about counting your pounds and calories. Honestly - I'm so sick of that lifestyle.

If I keep on going like this, I won't be able to enjoy life. Sweets may be bad for your body but they're good for your soul.

After I'm done eating almost everything, I rush to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I pace back to my room and cover myself with my warm blanket. This weekend has been too long, and I've almost forgotten about school. But, mostly I'm excited about what tomorrow will bring.

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I can't believe I wrote the 40th chapter already! But, this story still has maany many chapters left.

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