The Princess and the Punk

Amelie's POV
The smell of chocolate chips filled my nostrils as I walked into the kitchen. Drea was pulling out a tray of fresh, warm cookies out of the oven.
"Smells delicious." I said.
"Thank you. Harry called while you were away." She replied.
I had been avoiding his texts and calls all day.
" Okay I'll give him a ring in a little bit." I said.
"Your father is back also, Ms. Amelie." She added.
"Okay..." I sighed.
My father is less intimidating then my mother and mostly takes my side in our mother vs. daughter battles, but he's never home. He is always away on business meetings with other leaders. My mother is home more then my father, he left her to stay home and run the kingdom. Basically he is away because of my mother.The only reason I think that my dad is less forcing on the whole "you must marry Harry blah blah blah" is because he got stuck with my mother through an arranged marriage. You can't exactly have a divorce when your in a royal family.
"I'm gonna go upstairs and take a shower." I said.
"Take some cookies!" Drea said pointing to the plate of previously cooled cookies.
I Walked up the back staircase to my room.
"Amelie can I talk to your for a minute." Said my father from his office.
"Boys you can leave." He said to his guards.
"Yes sir." They said in unison.
"What did you need?" I asked.
"I just wanted to talk to you about your... your relationship with your mother." he sighed.
"What about it?" I asked.
"I think that you need to work with your mother, and try to be more cooperative." He said.
"Cooperative?" I asked bluntly.
"Yes lately you've been quite um... argumentative." He replied sternly.
Well maybe if the two of you wouldn't force me to marry an arsehole, I wouldn't be so argumentative.
"Okay. I will try to be more cooperative." I said mocking him.
"Thank you. Harry and his parents are coming over for dinner you need to be ready." He said.
Fucking great. Just great.
"Okay I'll be ready." I said exiting his office.
...
I turned on my shower and stripped my clothes off. I started washing my hair, working the shampoo, then the conditioner into my long brown locks. I began washing my arms and breast. Suddenly I felt arms wrap around me. I gasped.
"Did you miss me?" He said darkly.
No.
"Yes." I said.
"Why didn't you call me back." he said tightening his grip around my waist.
I hated the way his rough hands felt against my bare body.
"I'm sorry baby. I left my phone at Jennifer's while we went shopping. I was just going to call you back when I got home." I said quietly.
He turned me around, I took in his bare body. I'm in no denial that he was attractive but its his dark vile side that I can't deal with. He gripped my neck roughly.
"I thought something may of happened to you. I was worried." He said.
Yeah right.
"I'm sorry, I'm okay." I replied.
He leaned in kissing me. It wasn't soft and gentle. It wasn't rough and passionate. It was constricting and aggressive.
"Mhmm." he moaned.
I pulled away gasping for air. He pushed me up against the glass shower door. he pressed his lips against mine. He began groping my breast and bum with his free hand. He worked his lips down my neck.
"Harr-y, please wait." I moaned.
I wanted him to stop, I didn't want to lose myself to a abusive man in a goddamn shower. He grabbed my neck and shoved me harder against the wall.
"Don't tell me what to do." he said into my ear, he gripped my neck tighter.
I began to get light headed from the lack of oxygen and the hot steamy water.
"Harry your hurting me. Please stop." I begged.
"How many times do i have to tell you don't tell me what to fucking do." He yelled.
He shoved me one more time, but let me go. He left me to gather my self alone in the shower.
I slid down the wall and began crying. How do you even get out of this kind of situation? I got up and turned off the shower I dried off my body. I slipped on my fresh under garments. I picked out a maroon dress that came just above my knee. I paired that with a pair of black pumps. I put on light make up and a diamond necklace.
Once I got down stairs Harry, his parents Jacqueline and Jarrod, and my parents where already sitting at the table. Harry acted as if nothing had just happened. That he hadn't just got into my shower, and forced himself onto me.
"Hello, sorry I'm late." I said quickly sitting down by Harry.
"Would you like some red wine, ms. Lewis?" Drea asked.
"Yes plaese, thank you Drea." I replied as she began filling my glass.
I'm gonna need this tonight.
I jumped slightly as Harry suddenly gripped my thigh. He laughed at my reaction.
"Drea more whisky." he demanded.
"Yes sir." He said.
She quickly poured his drink.
"So Amelie, have you and Harry set a date for the wedding?" Jacqueline, Harry's mother asked.
"We haven-" I started.
"January 12." My mother said cutting me off.
I raised my eyebrow shocked at her response.
That's less than seventy days till I have to marry that monster.

Notes

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