"If this is what love feels like, why does it hurt so much?"
A girl suddenly has all the spotlight on her. Can she stay true to herself? Will she be able to deal with all the stress that comes with being famous? What happens when a guy from a popula...
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PRINCESS POV:
"You sure you're okay?" King ask. "Yeah I'm fine, It was just a little scary doing that alone" I say while looking at my brother.Anyone who looked at my brother would be intimidated. They had to be. He was 6'2 while I was 5'4. His hair are in braids that flopped down. He was more lean that muscular. He had silver grills on his perfectly straight bottom teeth.
He had a lot of tattoos. He had two full sleeves on both arms and his chest and a little crown on the top of his eyebrow to match the crown tattoo on the middle finger on my left hands. He had chains and big rings on.
Most people think he started wearing all this jewelry when we became famous that's not true. He always wore big rings. It protected him.
"Okay I'm going to go back home then to the studio" he said. We were both really talented. He could rap while I could sing. Even though we released Loyalty together, we wanted to make our own music. "Okay bye" I said back. We never really say I love you to each other. We just know we do. Considering all the stuff we went through. King was as good he as expressing feeling as I was. And I was horrible.
We both recently bought a house in LA wanting to make a fresh start. Our grandfather moved back to Trinidad in a nice home we both bought for him. We have a house in Toronto that we all share but my brother and I wanted to get separate houses here in LA. We don't need to spend that much time together.
It's about 10pm so I decide to get ready for bed. I have a meeting in the morning so I want to be fully rested. Right as I lay down on the pillow I waste no time in falling asleep.
"This is your fault" my dad tells me as he slaps me across the face. I didn't understand why it was my fault. I was only seven. "If it wasn't for you your mother would still be alive" another slap and another. "I-I'm s-sorry" I stutter. "Sorry doesn't bring her back" this time he pushes me to the ground and takes his belt off. I always hated the belt. It hurt so much with the metal parts. I would rather the ruler. As he whipped me and shouted out all the reasons he hated me, finally my brother came home. He went to school when I was sick at home. But now I wished I went to school. "Hey! Stop! Don't touch her!" He screamed at our dad. Without saying anything he grabs 11 year old king by his collar and drags him into a room and locks it. All I could hear after that were screams and kings pleas to stop. He never told be what happened in that room. He refuses. I quickly run into my room and go in my closet. I crouch down and pray that the screaming would stop. It was a horrible sound. It sounded like he was being killed. The screams were so loud but they never stopped . I prayed that the pain would stop. Pray that my dad would love us, want us. I would pray that my mom would comeback and say that everything would be okay. But it never happened.
It was just a dream. I don't even know if it counts as a dream because it actually happened. It happened many times I can't even count.
