Once upon a Princess (Atypical Series #1)||✔️

40. I Promise

Her touch was gentle, almost as if I imagined it, but I was sure she had squeezed our intertwined fingers in response.

When I raised my head, the nurses had already stood back, the doctors stopped operating. They were all looking at the King who had resumed pacing.

Alexa's eyes were glassy as they emptily stared at the dimly lit bulb before us.

The pulse was no longer there.

"Alexa?"

The voice belonged to Isabelle who came bounding down the staircase along with the younger guard from earlier.

He was too late.
They're all too late.

When she came to a halt before her sister, she dropped to her knees and doubled over, letting out a hysterical, gut-wrenching cry.

She rose her head and narrowed her puffy eyes at her father, "You asshole! Scott played everything for me! First my mother now my sister?"

She blinked, and then her face crumpled as she sobbed again, slumping over her sister's body.

"Bring her back! Bring her back now. Alexa, you can't leave me, you can't leave me too!"
She cried, shaking Alexa's lifeless body.

The guard named Scott, lifted Isabelle away from Alexa, and the nurses began to unfold the stretcher to place her dead body.

She really was gone.

Isabelle finally spotted me, and with her hysterics I expected her to curse me too, but instead she just shook her head and sniffled.

"Go, go home. There's only so much I can do to save you now."

The King stepped forward and Isabelle narrowed her eyes, stepping towards him as well.

"I have proof of you admitting to your evil crimes and many witnesses that saw you kill your own daughter. I don't think you want to cross me." She snarled, pointing a him at him.

"He needs to pay for his crimes!" He bellowed.

He was yet to shed a tear for his dead daughter, he was still caught up in the fact that I was to be punished.

I felt someone untangling Alexa and I's intertwined fingers. It was the younger nurse.

She smiled weakly at me before helping one of the doctors roll Alexa onto the stretcher.

"No! Please! Come back!" Isabelle sobbed, as she threw herself onto her sister once again.

"C'mon," someone whispered from beside me. He was motioning for me to follow him up the stairs, but I was still filled with anger and so hurt that I wanted to punch him.

Why wasn't he faster? He could have prevented all this.

Then I realized. I was being a hypocrite. I was acting in a way that I had scorned the King for being.

It wasn't Scott's fault. It wasn't the nurses' fault.
Just a work of  twisted dark fate itself.

"I'm sorry," I murmured as I began following Scott. Away from a sobbing Isabelle and distraught team of nurses.