Chapter 7: Emily is screwed.
I glanced furtively over Eloise's shoulders like something was out to get me. My heart hammered in my chest and adrenaline rushed through my veins.
I fought the urge to run but where to? Tears rushed down my cheek and it worsened my respiration.
I broke.
Emily Sanders, broke apart and into little tiny pieces.
I crumbled to the floor and curled up like a ball. The tightness in my throat worsened while my hands trembled. I couldn't differentiate if the fluids all over her body were tears or sweat but I knew I couldn't get dry.
The chest pain surged through me leaving me even more breathless, I was sure now that I was going to die.
Eloise was on the floor with me by mere seconds. Spasms of worry crossed her face as she gathered me into her arms.
"What is wrong Emily? Are you okay? What is going on?"
"I... can't....breathe.... Mama" I was wriggling in Eloise's arm.
"You are okay.... everything's just fine...breathe for me, baby....come on, slow breathe" Eloise continued to sooth my hair and she whispered reassuring words to me.
"Breath sweetheart.... repeat after me. 48, 32, 90, 6, 45, 1 Come on; count with me" She urged me.
"Just count for me, sweetheart…don't think about anything else, just keep counting"
"48, 32, 6, 45, 1" I counted severally and just like magic, I was able to breathe again but my mother didn't stop holding me.
"You forgot number 90 but you did a good job, sweetheart. See you can breathe again" She was kind and patient in her dealings with me.
"What is happening to me mama?" I asked in a low tone.
"You had an anxiety attack Emily. Don't worry, I have had a fair amount of my own and it is very difficult to remember random numbers and panic at the same time, there is only so much our brain can handle" my mother stroked my hair.
"Don't go.... don't leave me, Mama" I whispered to her.
"I am not going anywhere. I am here, Emily. I am here, my sweet girl. Mama's here"
I nuzzled in her arms and slowly I returned to my normal steady self.
"I am screwed, Mama, aren't I?"
My mother didn't answer me. I feared it was because she didn't have an answer for the question I asked or she agreed with my assessment.
I was screwed six ways to heaven.
That evening, I didn't do anything much. Strangely the pain of the severing felt like a prick from a needle, it wasn't too big a pain that it required my screaming or too little to not notice that it was there.
I was nonchalant. Living somewhere in my head when Eloise and I were showed to our separate rooms.
Mine was at the eastern corner of the palace with a killer view. I look around the room trying to take in as many details as I can about the luxury I just sold my soul to the devil for, just to know if it was worth it.
The huge king size bed was at the centre of the room with bed pillars that allowed white veils to fall gently to the floor giving the bed a sensual and beautiful look.
The other furniture was scarce but expensive. a golden color gaint wardrobe stood by my left. Then there was the single beautiful glass table and my personal favorite, a mini bar. I don't know how many seventeen year old that have unlimited access to alcohol but I do. my life might be in shambles and my mate may have ripped my heart to shreds and rejected me but Emily Sanders has her own goddamn mini bar.
I went to the window and open the curtains, I was surprised to see that I had my own balcony with a view to the king's garden. I took out my phone, I checked my social media and found one message from Owen.
I didn't read it
Reading it meant caring about what the traitor had to say and exactly was he going to tell me - I screwed you and now your life was basically over because you are also with my. cub.
No, hell no!
I wasn't going to let Owen win. I took out my phone and made a video of my new room and I posted it on Facebook with the hashtag - you can't keep me down.
I waited until Owen saw it before I placed my phone back into my bag.
I opened the bathroom and It was one of the most beautiful bathrooms I had ever seen. it was almost the size of my new room with marble floor and golden ornament everywhere I turned to. The bathtub was by a window with a view of the city.
I sat down in it.
Strangely, I was comforted by the cold feel of the tub but it didn't stop me from pulling up my legs and burying my face in them as I sobbed even more.
Who says Princess Supreme doesn't cry?