Betrayed

☾Chapter Seventeen☽

(Edited 10/17/15)

Vladimira's P.O.V

I've tried to stay away from my father the past six days, and, so far, I've succeeded.

But the consequence of staying away from him is basically staying away from my duty of being queen, and it's not like he has actually confronted me about my absence from his office.

Even though I'm neglecting my title, my time has been taken up by indulging in my worries and wonders about my unborn child.

Over the course of six days, I have discovered so many pros and cons of being pregnant that I wouldn't have even paid attention to if I were still buried in my queenly duties.

For example, the heartburn that overcomes me when I eat too fast.

As for other symptoms such as morning sickness, which has almost depleted completely, I don't really worry about them.

One thing I'm looking forward to though is my sixteen week ultrasound, that is when I'll find out the gender of my baby.

'We're starting to show, Vlad,' Greer says fearfully.

Shrugging, I stand up and walk into the large bathroom in my room. I pull my shirt up when I get in front of the mirror.

'It's not that bad, Greer. It's simply a bump that... couldn't really play off as excess fat,' I huff unhappily.

Greer laughs but then suddenly stops. 'Are we just going to continue to ignore Father?' She asks.

'Yes, I g-guess. I mean we've already disgraced him enough, right?' I reply as tears sting my eyes.

And here we go again, my heart breaking as I think about my father's... disgust for me. It makes me feel as if my whole heart has been sucked into a black whole, the black whole I call Xavier.

'I didn't know Xavier and Father felt that way about us. Maybe we should run, it would suffice us in our situation,' Greer whimpers.

Bringing my hand to my cheek, I release a low sob. My hand drags along the claw wounds that are still healing, displeasure with myself swirling within my heart and mind like a hurricane.

'For our child, that would be our best bets, but Father has spies everywhere. If one of them sees us and brings us to him... our punishment just might be death.'

Greer and I fall into a silence, our minds running over all the escape tactics and ideas to escape the thick air we call a "father-daughter relationship."

'He abused us verbally and physically, Vlad! We can't just stay here! We have to run or something!'

I release another sob. 'Like what? Go to Titus? We might have an actual friendship going on, but all we are doing is raising a child together,' I cry.

'We haven't heard from Titus ever since Father did what ever the hell he did to him in his office. Do you think he killed him?'

I furrow my eyebrow. 'No, he wouldn't do that. Plus, we just need some time away from him, maybe we could stay with Lilli,' I suggest.

Greer shakes her furry head. 'We snapped at her, remember?'

Right. Everybody in my life has basically abandoned me, and if it weren't for Greer's apology just recently, I wouldn't be having this conversation with her.

It's like everybody is getting on my last nerves or doing something that irritates me, and when I've had enough, I snap at them.

Maybe I did deserve what my father did to me. I haven't exactly been the most loyalist daughter lately and it was a matter of time before he himself lost control.