Under Her Mask

Chapter Seven

Y'all I'm baaack. I wasn't really gone for that long but schools been doing better so I decided to write a new part yaaaaayyayY. Ok now on with the story.

America pov

"What??¿¿¿ Noooo nonono- well I mean yes! We were just... um... close childhood friends? Yeah... childhood friends." I sputtered out accidentally.

Fudge, fudge, fudge, fudge. I'm gonna be dead. And to make my situation even better- note the sarcasm, Maxon heard me say that once he caught up with me. DOUBLE FUDGE.

"Wait, you were childhood friends with America? Why didn't you tell me this before!?" He exclaimed.

Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. WHAT DO I SAAAAY???

"Well, uhm... I g-guess i-its cause uhm I'm a b-bit-" I tried to speak but failed miserably. Lucky for me, Kriss cut me off.

"Maxon, can't you see you're making her nervous? It's obvious she didn't tell you cause its a touchy subject for her. Also, she's busy with her own life, do you expect the girl to take time out of her probably really busy schedule just to look for and tell you about her deceased friend?" You could tell Kriss was really annoyed by the way she was speaking to Maxon.

After hearing that from Kriss, Maxon's eyes widened, finally realizing his mistake.

"Oh my lord, I am so sorry Amelia I can't believe how rude I just was I'm such an idiot. please forgive my horrific behaviour." Maxon apologized profusely.

"O-oh! No no, it's ok, I know you were quite fond of Mer. I don't blame you" I said and gave him a small smile. And then there was an awkward silence.

I look at Kriss and she had a poker face but I could tell by looking at her eyes that she was mad. I wanted to leave before Clarkson found us so I broke the silence.

"Aaaanywaaay, as much as I would love to stay and chat, I have to get going. So I'll see you both later! Bye!!"

I curtsied real quick and started quickly walking to my room. I glanced back to see Kriss glaring at Maxon and Maxon watching me leave. Completely ignoring his wife.As I walked away, someone called for me.

"UGH NOW WHAT!!!" I groaned.

Whoever this is better have a good freaking reason why they're calling me to cause I AM IN A REA-

"What did you just say?" Oh. Great. Why has my life come to this? I turn around and am greeted by the one. The only, King Clarkson!! -note my fake enthusiasm

"I'm so sorry your highness, I didn't know it was you." I dipped down into a curtsy.

"Follow me," he said as he walked towards his office. Please no.

***

"Sit" Clarkson ordered and I obeyed. See here's the thing, this douche of a king doesn't scare me anymore. Sure there may be times where I feel intimidated by him but that's not an often thing that happens. Well, I just so happened to feel that way right now.

"Are you out of your damn mind!? Why the hell were you thinking? ' we're childhood friends'. You're basically trying to reveal your identity!!" He yelled as he sat in his chair, but not so loud that anyone outside could hear him.

"I'm sorry your highness, it was a dumb mis-"

"SORRY ISNT GONNA CUT IT! But I know what will." He interrupted.

He stood up abruptly and stomped to his cabinet, taking out his whip. "Strip." He said in a low, intimidating voice. I think we all know where this was heading. Slowly I pushed the bodice of my purple knee-length dress down to my waist. I was really scared but I still stood tall. "Lean against the table with your back facing me," he said in the same low voice. I did as he asked, knowing that defying him would only make this worse.

As soon as I felt the leather of the whip collide with my back, I did everything I could to not scream. I can't let this idiot baboon see me in pain. Each lash was harder than the last. I lost count after 20 lashes and was barely conscious.

After about three more lashes, it was finally over. My back was burning with pain. But I wasn't gonna let him see me cry so I blinked the tears away.

"Put your clothes back on and go clean yourself up, I better not see this happen again." He said putting his whip away.

I slowly put the top of my dress back on. The fabric touched my back, making the pain even more unbearable. I held onto the wall as I limped back to my room. Thankfully I made it without anyone seeing me.

I took off my dress to wash the blood out later and put on some sweatpants. I took off my bra and put it beside my dress. The first aid box was under my bed so it wasn't too much of a hassle to get.

Slowly I tended my wounds, and finally, I was done after about an hour of pure pain and torture. I removed my contacts, makeup and finally my wig, putting it on the bald mannequin head. I put on an oversized sweater then brushed my fiery red hair with my fingers.

Once I was done I sat at my vanity, staring at the girl who was staring back. This is me. But I'm dead. The girl I'm looking at is now just a memory. America singer is just a memory now. Tears were flowing down my face and I didn't even realize till I touched my face.

Suddenly I heard a knock at my door. Shoot my wig isn't on!

"Who is it?" I said, wiping the tears from my face and frantically looking for something to cover my hair with.

"It's me, Maxon." He said. Oh god, this is bad.

I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped my hair with it to make it look like I just showered. Slowly, I opened my door to see that it really was Maxon.

"Oh hi," I said a little tiredly. "What's up?"

"Well um, you know when you said that you and America were close friends, I was wondering if we could talk?" He asked.

Oh no.

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