章 13: Crazy Ex-Boyfriend
Princess Vittoria Olympia of the Romana family of Olympus
"Campbell," I hissed as I spun on the heels of my feet to look back at him, "Have you no decency to leave me alone after you kidnapped me?"
"You hopped into my car Tory."
"Princess!"
"You hopped into my car Princess," he let a sigh then pinched the bridge of his nose between the pads of his thumb and finger, "Can we just talk about this and you can let me explain myself before you go jumping to conclusions?"
"I rather cut my hair," I frowned. He knew extremely well the severity of my statement. My hair was my everything. My soul, my ego, my pride, and my dignity. If there was a day I even lost just a simple centimetre I feared I would have lost my mind. "I wish to go back to my brother."
He followed me back to his bedroom which was the path I was originally going to but also had no idea why. Once he shut the door behind us and locked it, I felt my stomach fall to the pits of the earth as I realized I was now trapped with the very person who had pictures of me whenever I left the house.
I had watched way too many crime and investigation shows to know where this was leading. His profile made sense. The ex-boyfriend who became obsessed after he cheated and now wants to claim his territory.
Campbell did always have that look in his blue little beady eyes. Plus in the beginning I never understood his accent. Maybe he was claiming me like an object the entire time and my little love sick teenage mind was absolutely clueless.
"If you take another step close to me," I pointed, "I will have no choice but to leave you breathless."
"Tory," he sighed, "If you could give me a second to explain then you'll understand why. You haven't talked to me since that night."
Just the mention of the night Campbell had stabbed me in the back brought back painful memories as I felt my body become violently cold. It was a memory I had spent months obsessing over and cross analysing to make sure my eyes had not deceived me in any kind of way.
I had been so broken hearted that for nearly a month I had been so shell shocked that I had locked myself up in my bedroom and refused to speak to anyone. Everyone thought Campbell and I had simply broken up and that was the end of it.
I had hoped he would take accountability for his actions and tell everyone the truth but he simply played it off like we had just not worked out. That was what enraged me. That to the public it was made to look that I was too young for the future king and that was the biggest reason why we could not be together.
That my name was tarnished and the media made all kinds of scenarios to show why I was not good enough for him, whilst their precious prince was looser than an overused elastic band.
"You've never taken accountability for anything you have done to me," I snarled, "Not once have you picked up your phone and genuinely said 'Vittoria I'm sorry for lying to everyone. For not telling them how I broke your heart and cheated on you but simply told them we grew apart a week before our wedding'!"
"Vittoria-"
"No Campbell, you don't get to come to tell me to calm down or to listen to you. I had to scrape myself from the floor and build the person I am today, so you don't get the chance to come and tell me that I haven't given you a time of day since that night.
I don't care whatever excuse you have for those pictures. I could honestly care less. All I'm asking for is for you to call my brother and let him pick me up. I rather be locked up in the Palace than have to pretend like I'm so grateful to you doing absolute bullshit."
It was the first time since I had ever met Campbell that I had finally managed to get the courage to yell at him. Not once had I ever raised my voice at him and I could tell it had shocked him. No one ever dared to yell at the future King because everyone treated him like a glass figurine.
As if he was some innocent bystander and just had to be preserved for the future. Yet at a point the line between the Campbell I knew and the Crowned Prince had gotten extremely blurred as he had changed to be something I had no longer recognized.
"You have no idea what I went through," he frowned, "You have no idea the amount of pressure it took for me to be a King one day Vittoria and never have a choice on who I could become.
Vittoria our engagement was planned from the day you were born. I had the choice to not want to marry you. I could have never proposed if I did not want to but I love you so damn much I did not want to see anyone else be my Queen."
"You don't get to say that," I shook my head as I let out a bitter laugh, "You don't get to stand here in this room and tell me you love me after everything you've put me through. Look at me," I screamed, "I've turned into something I never thought I would be all because of you. All because of you Campbell."
He opened and closed his mouth as he looked at me with a torn expression on his face. I could not even bare to look at him anymore as I sat on the couch nearest to the window and stared out of it. Everything in me wanted to burst into tears but he was not worth it. I would never waste another tear on Campbell again.
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