the royals ✅

chap 18: everything hurts

Day morphs into night, and night back into day. Time means nothing to her. It passes quickly, flying away before she can snatch it back, or make any use of it. She cannot leave the house. It physically hurts her to even think of it. If she were to see Adonis, a smile on his face, she would break down within minutes. She knows it. Her fever has risen over the last few days, and her body constantly shifts temperatures. She can barely go down to the kitchen on most days.

 Besides, her body rejects any food she attempts to force into it. The last time she had ate was yesterday, for breakfast- she had forced a protein shake down her throat. And now, it is night again, as the sky dulls in front of her. Even as she hurts, she is filled with rage. Indescribable rage. She is so, so, very furious. Her eyes burn at the mere thought of people she once considered her friends. She wants each of their heads on a platter. She wants them to feel her pain, the way she can't eat, the way she can't breathe, the way she can't sleep.

 She knows they would do the exact same to her. Destroy, the game she had been playing for years, is something she is finally ready to move on from. She wants a life for herself. She wants to run her father's company and look herself at the mirror and know she deserves it. She wants to prove Ares wrong. Prove that she is more then a privileged girl that abuses her power. But first, she wants to watch every single of one of them fall. The world would be a better place without them.

 Each one of them have hurt countless people without thinking twice. And she has too, but she has already paid. They have not, and she can not wait until they are in the same amount of pain as her, as angry as her, as bitter, as upset. She envisions each of them, falling at her feet. Her eyes glow, and her smile grows. This is all she wants. This is her perfect, her satisfactory. This is what she needs. Each of them, at her feet. Her body is warm again, and she shifts against the cold pillows, her face burning with heat. Her stomach is so utterly empty that she can move.

 Forcing herself out of bed, she feels her heart ache. She forces Adonis out of her thoughts. Focusing on her vengeance is much, much easier then focusing on her pain. Her pain does nothing but eat her alive. Her vengeance makes her stronger. The thoughts return against her will. Adonis remains on her mind, not far from her thoughts, even as she tries to constantly push any thoughts of him away.  Her and Adonis had a great love you couldn't possibly put labels on. The kind that people put in books, over and over again. The powerful, emotional love that tears people apart. The kind of love that authors described vividly.

Another memory plays out in her mind, and she curls into a ball. Her pain is endless.

 His fingers on hers as he twists her, catching her as she falls against his body. His warm, chiseled body. She presses a hand on his abs for support, and she watches as he stiffens under her touch. She knows she has the same effect on him as he has on her. Her breathe is slowly, coming out in gasps as they switch partners. He passes her to someone else, who quickly passes her on. It feels like a minute has passed before she is returned to Adonis, who she gratefully hugs.

 "You do not know what you to do me" He hotly whispers, his breathe tickling her ear. She lets out a shudder she did not know she holding in. Her breathe thickens, and her back is stiffened. He does wonders to her.

Relaxes her.

 She slowly gazes at him, eyes burning with lust, "I do" She murmurs slowly, a smile gracing her pink glossed lips. She is dressed in a simple blue dress, yet, he looks at her as if she the most beautiful girl in the entire world. Her heart burns. This is how she has always wanted to be treated. Eric had never wanted to spend any time outside, just exploring. He preferred getting high with her and fucking, then talking, and then repeat. Both were perfect to her, but she would rather do both with Adonis. Maybe he didn't know any better. He was stuck in his cycle.