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A Tower Without A Princess
M I L A
The ride with Harry has been peaceful, mentioning I haven’t talked to him since he saved me. I looked out the window as the scenery passes by me. I was emotionless. My face baren. Ridden of all feelings. I stay in my motionless and mute state until he breaks the ice. “So, do you wanna go home or…” He trailed off looking from me to the road a couple times.
“I’m not going home.” Home. Where that… monster and I shared the same roof. I didn’t want to face him. To have the same outcome again. What if it’s worse? I was in fear. Pure utter fear. I felt betrayed and hurt, physically and emotionally. The pain in my cheek was gone, but I could feel his hand’s imprint lingering. “Harry?” I croaked out.
“Yeah, Mila?” He looked at me and I looked at him. Our eyes connecting.
“Thank you.” I owed him that and much more.
H A R R Y
It’s strange. I know I shouldn’t be happy getting Mila all to myself, but I was. I felt guilty because of what just happened and now I was being selfish. Her dad put his hands on her. Something I would never do unless in the name of love. I wondered if it ever happened in closed doors, but she looked surprised when it happened.
She was laying in the seat motionless. You could see her chest rise and fall every now and again but other than that, she was dead-like. She still looked perfect to me. Her skin was glowing, making the car illuminate off her heat. Her hair fell perfectly as if every strand was in the right place. Her lips were ever so kissable and a luscious pink. It was all the evidence of being alive, but you wouldn’t know it.
“Mila?” No answer.
As I finally arrived to my place, she was still asleep. I looked at her. Still perfect. I smiled before getting out the car and opening the passenger door. I undid her seat belt and carried her graciously inside her house. My mum heard me through the door and immediately came from the kitchen ready to talk but I quietly shushed her. She looked at me and to Mila in my arms, giving me a questioning look. I mouthed that I would tell her later as I began my descent up the stairs and into my room.
I placed her carefully upon my unmade bed while pulling a blanket over her and silently creeping out. I went downstairs meeting my mother in the same place I found her.
“Who’s the girl and why is she here, Harry?” My mum crossed her arms over her chest. I don’t know how many insane scenarios are running through her head of what I possible could’ve done, but none of them were right.
“Her dad, my coach, got into today during practice and…” I trailed off remembering the forceful slap knocking down Mila to the ground. I balled my fists in anger as I wanted to give him what he deserves. “He-he hit her,” I spilled out looking down.
“Is she going to alright?” She asked, now voice full of compassion. She knows the pain Mila has felt and they now shared that in common.
“Yeah,” I said gripping the back of my neck. “She just wants to give him time to blow off before she goes home.”
“Okay, if-if there’s anything she needs, you call me.” I saw her eyes remembering the pain inflicted on her not long ago. I gave her hug without thinking about then she pulled away shortly after, kissing my cheek, and going back into the kitchen to work on dinner. I went back into my bedroom and saw Mila up reviewing my old trophies.
“You’re up,” I said leaning against the wall as she held the trophy in her delicate hands.
“Yeah, I can’t sleep in strange places.” She was preoccupied in my trophies. “Wiffleball?” She asked in a confusing tone, holding up the miniature trophy.
“It’s a manly sport,” I said defending myself as she gave me a weak smile. At least she can still smile.
G R A Y S O N
“Hey, Mila. It’s Grayson. Please, call me back. I’m really worried about you.” I ended the miss call from Mila as I got her answering machine instead for the fourth time straight now. I was getting worried because I didn’t see her leave and her car is still in the parking lot at school and she’s not answering her phone.
I felt guilty knowing that I’m fully responsible for what happened. If I had just asked Coach for his blessing first and talked to about my strong feelings for his daughter, this would’ve never came to be. I wouldn’t be worrying where she’s at, who she’s with, or if she’s alright, but no. I didn’t think of my actions and how they would come to punish her. I thought about the amazing time I would share with the girl of my dreams and how I could possible capture her heart.
God, do I miss her. I miss her smile. The way her eyes would glimmer with excitement. I missed her sarcastic ass comments. Thinking of her makes me smile to myself.
R I C H A R D
I felt horrible. As if a truck ran through me and left me suffer. I pushed one of the only people I have left in my life and I’m afraid she would never come back. I’m more than afraid. I’m scared shitless. The look on her face exuded pure hate and betrayal. Her sparkling, dazzling eyes that looked so much like her mother’s, turned to black stone. Her jaws became set and her petite fists went white from squeezing them so hard.
So far, this is the second mistake of my entire life. It’s something I can’t take back and something she’s going to hold over my head until the day I die because she’s just like her mother. Holding grudges. I wouldn’t blame her. I deserve it. I deserve every backlash from her and I wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t talk to me ever again.
My life without Mila? How is that even possible. She’s the best part of my day every day. I want to wake up and see her prance down the stairs without knowing how beautiful she looks. And every day it’s amazing. She looks more and more like her mother that it shocking. I learn so much from her. She’s my inspiration to keep fighting. The life in her gives me life and without her… I wouldn’t know how to live.
I don’t know how to live without my princess…
The ride with Harry has been peaceful, mentioning I haven’t talked to him since he saved me. I looked out the window as the scenery passes by me. I was emotionless. My face baren. Ridden of all feelings. I stay in my motionless and mute state until he breaks the ice. “So, do you wanna go home or…” He trailed off looking from me to the road a couple times.
“I’m not going home.” Home. Where that… monster and I shared the same roof. I didn’t want to face him. To have the same outcome again. What if it’s worse? I was in fear. Pure utter fear. I felt betrayed and hurt, physically and emotionally. The pain in my cheek was gone, but I could feel his hand’s imprint lingering. “Harry?” I croaked out.
“Yeah, Mila?” He looked at me and I looked at him. Our eyes connecting.
“Thank you.” I owed him that and much more.
H A R R Y
It’s strange. I know I shouldn’t be happy getting Mila all to myself, but I was. I felt guilty because of what just happened and now I was being selfish. Her dad put his hands on her. Something I would never do unless in the name of love. I wondered if it ever happened in closed doors, but she looked surprised when it happened.
She was laying in the seat motionless. You could see her chest rise and fall every now and again but other than that, she was dead-like. She still looked perfect to me. Her skin was glowing, making the car illuminate off her heat. Her hair fell perfectly as if every strand was in the right place. Her lips were ever so kissable and a luscious pink. It was all the evidence of being alive, but you wouldn’t know it.
“Mila?” No answer.
As I finally arrived to my place, she was still asleep. I looked at her. Still perfect. I smiled before getting out the car and opening the passenger door. I undid her seat belt and carried her graciously inside her house. My mum heard me through the door and immediately came from the kitchen ready to talk but I quietly shushed her. She looked at me and to Mila in my arms, giving me a questioning look. I mouthed that I would tell her later as I began my descent up the stairs and into my room.
I placed her carefully upon my unmade bed while pulling a blanket over her and silently creeping out. I went downstairs meeting my mother in the same place I found her.
“Who’s the girl and why is she here, Harry?” My mum crossed her arms over her chest. I don’t know how many insane scenarios are running through her head of what I possible could’ve done, but none of them were right.
“Her dad, my coach, got into today during practice and…” I trailed off remembering the forceful slap knocking down Mila to the ground. I balled my fists in anger as I wanted to give him what he deserves. “He-he hit her,” I spilled out looking down.
“Is she going to alright?” She asked, now voice full of compassion. She knows the pain Mila has felt and they now shared that in common.
“Yeah,” I said gripping the back of my neck. “She just wants to give him time to blow off before she goes home.”
“Okay, if-if there’s anything she needs, you call me.” I saw her eyes remembering the pain inflicted on her not long ago. I gave her hug without thinking about then she pulled away shortly after, kissing my cheek, and going back into the kitchen to work on dinner. I went back into my bedroom and saw Mila up reviewing my old trophies.
“You’re up,” I said leaning against the wall as she held the trophy in her delicate hands.
“Yeah, I can’t sleep in strange places.” She was preoccupied in my trophies. “Wiffleball?” She asked in a confusing tone, holding up the miniature trophy.
“It’s a manly sport,” I said defending myself as she gave me a weak smile. At least she can still smile.
G R A Y S O N
“Hey, Mila. It’s Grayson. Please, call me back. I’m really worried about you.” I ended the miss call from Mila as I got her answering machine instead for the fourth time straight now. I was getting worried because I didn’t see her leave and her car is still in the parking lot at school and she’s not answering her phone.
I felt guilty knowing that I’m fully responsible for what happened. If I had just asked Coach for his blessing first and talked to about my strong feelings for his daughter, this would’ve never came to be. I wouldn’t be worrying where she’s at, who she’s with, or if she’s alright, but no. I didn’t think of my actions and how they would come to punish her. I thought about the amazing time I would share with the girl of my dreams and how I could possible capture her heart.
God, do I miss her. I miss her smile. The way her eyes would glimmer with excitement. I missed her sarcastic ass comments. Thinking of her makes me smile to myself.
R I C H A R D
I felt horrible. As if a truck ran through me and left me suffer. I pushed one of the only people I have left in my life and I’m afraid she would never come back. I’m more than afraid. I’m scared shitless. The look on her face exuded pure hate and betrayal. Her sparkling, dazzling eyes that looked so much like her mother’s, turned to black stone. Her jaws became set and her petite fists went white from squeezing them so hard.
So far, this is the second mistake of my entire life. It’s something I can’t take back and something she’s going to hold over my head until the day I die because she’s just like her mother. Holding grudges. I wouldn’t blame her. I deserve it. I deserve every backlash from her and I wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t talk to me ever again.
My life without Mila? How is that even possible. She’s the best part of my day every day. I want to wake up and see her prance down the stairs without knowing how beautiful she looks. And every day it’s amazing. She looks more and more like her mother that it shocking. I learn so much from her. She’s my inspiration to keep fighting. The life in her gives me life and without her… I wouldn’t know how to live.
I don’t know how to live without my princess…
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10/5/16