Lina, England :) This blog is where my stories will appear, and where you can see where my daydreams lead me to. Mostly based around The Vampire Diaries and Ed Sheeran, oh and then there's my own story. Anyway, here you go Heather ;)
As soon as the royal family leave, Dad turns to me. “Sophia, that was completely and utterly rude of you to speak to Edward like that. I do not care if you’re angry, he is your father and even if you don’t care about that, I do and I have taught you better than that. At least I hope I have.”
“Dad, that is not the point. How do you think I feel? To find out your whole life is a lie. To find out that you’re part of the royal family? To find out that you’re meant to be leading a normal life? How is this even normal? Please explain to me how I’m meant to go round day to day, surrounded by my friends and not telling them? And even if I did they probably wouldn’t believe me! Do you not get it? My life is a freaking goddamned lie Dad! And you expect me to be okay with that? Well FYI I am not okay with that. I am completely and utterly not okay with that!” And with that, I exit the room and slam the door behind me. I run upstairs and leave the rest of my family to ponder over my feelings. They should’ve known this would happen. How else did they think I would react?!
The rest of the weekend passes by extremely slowly. I read, I listen to music, I pace up and down my room, but not once do I decide to leave my comfort zone. I wonder what the girls would say if I tell them? Would they even believe me? I suppose they wouldn’t unless it gets broadcasted across the whole world, then maybe they would. Thea might believe me, although she could just be pretending and thinking that it’s some sort of game. Leigh, with her long blonde hair, she won’t she’ll think it’s a story, or laugh it off. Although, Abigail just might be the only one to believe me. I’ll tell her first if I’m ever allowed to tell anyone, which I doubt because I’m meant to be leading a ‘normal’ life. Ha. Ha. Ha. This is nowhere near normal. I lose myself into overthinking what all my friends would think, will they hate me? Disown me? Laugh at me? What if they tell the rest of the school? What would all the other students think of me? Perhaps I should just leave the country, no one will care though right? I sigh and sulk in my bedroom, which is only for about 5 minutes because my stomach grumbles. I haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday and it’s now dinner.
I decide to skip dinner too, and pick up Looking For Alaska, and eventually fall asleep. “SOPHIA, SOPHIA IT’S 7 O’ CLOCK ARE YOU GETTING UP! YOU HAVE TO LEAVE IN AN HOUR!” Shit, shit, shit. Oh shit. I run to the bathroom and thankfully it’s free. I quickly shower, rush out grab a pair of black jeans, put on a red top and wear it with a stripy black and white waterfall cardigan. I grab the necessary books for today grab any jewellery I can find and don’t bother with any make up. Quickly checking that my phone and ipod are charged, I put them in cardigan pockets and rush downstairs just in time to steal a piece of toast from Matt and have a mug of tea. “Erm.... Lil sis, do you really want to go to school with your hair like that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Take a look in the mirror.” I go to the nearest mirror I can find, scream I run all the way back up the stairs, with my mug, carefully and skilfully not spilling it on the floor and most importantly not on myself either. I brush my hair, put it into a ponytail, but take my hairbrush downstairs with me just in case I change my mind. I check the time, gulp down my tea and grab Matt off of his chair as it’s ten past eight and we really are running late this time. Mum and Dad shout ‘bye’ just before the door shuts and Matt speeds down the road, leaving me with 5 minutes to spare to rush into school, and heading into form. Leigh gives a cheeky smile while I wipe my forehead. “How was your weekend Soph?”
“It couldn’t have been any worse than it was, that’s all I have to say.”
“Aww, why was it bad?”
“Chores, chores, chores and more chores. Plus schoolwork, I was so bored and this morning was a rush!” With that, I realise I’d forgotten to finish writing my English essay on Midsummer’s Night Dream.
“I feel you girl, I really do.” We carry on talking and reply ‘yes’ when our names are called and as soon as the bell goes we rush out and I bump straight into Tyler. His folder drops and we both reach down to grab it. “I’m really sorry, I was just in a ru-“
“Did you even look where you were going?” I’m shocked, normally Tyler’s pretty cool, but he must’ve got out the wrong side of bed this morning. I debate whether to argue back but instead I quickly apologise again and head straight to class. This day is definitely not going well. By lunch, the whole year had heard what happened, which is not even gossip worthy, I mean really? I have other things to worry about. I find the girls sitting at our usual table and they give pitying smiles. I roll my eyes at them and to distract me we talk about the latest Fashion trends and then they start talking about the Prince Wren. My brother Wren. “Earth to Sophia, hellooo?” I gaze up at Abigail, and she repeats her question, “Don’t you think Wren is hot, like really hot?” I shrug my shoulders, because what else am I meant to say? He is my brother after all, and normally I would’ve agreed with her, but things have changed. “Oh come on, you always kept saying he’s hot, what’s wrong with you? It’s not like he’s your brother!” I gasp, and then remember none of them know. I just about cover up my reaction and yawn. I debate about telling her, that he is my brother, but I suppose that really wouldn’t go down well with them at all. I’m saved by the bell, wave bye to them and leave to go to the library. Just as I’m outside the library, I hear Tyler speaking down the phone.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there. This Saturday at eight? Of course I’ll bring a date! Mate, just stop talking shit. Cya.” This will be news for the girls, I text them all and before I even enter the library, someone taps me on the shoulder. I twirl round, just to be staring into the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. “Sophia right? I’m really sorry about this morning, I was in a bad mood.” My cheeks flush, and my heart flutters. Instead of thinking of a witty come back my mind races as it repeats the fact that Tyler Evans knows my name.” It must’ve been at least a good 10 seconds before I replied, I just nod my head and say, “Th-that’s fi-fine”, smile and enter the room as quickly as possible before he can think of anything else to say to me.
I'm really sorry that I haven't updated any of my stories, but now that I'm on summer break for months I'm starting to write again! So hopefully there will be a chapter up tomorrow. I really really am sorry.
Saturday morning I wake up and glower at myself in the mirror. More like it’s aimed at Dad, but he can’t see me. I am not in the mood to meet my real father anytime soon. In fact I don’t want to meet him. He shouldn’t have put me up for adoption and he shouldn’t have kept it a secret from me for 17 years. 17 YEARS I didn’t know and now it’s all too much. And I can’t even talk to the girls. I really want to talk to them all and explain what’s happening, but I can’t, and that’s not fair.
“SOPHIA THEY’LL BE HERE IN AN HOUR! YOU BETTER BE READY!” Dad shouts from downstairs. Great, just great. Brilliant in fact. Not. I drag myself out of my bed and head towards the bathroom. I try to spend 10 minutes in the shower, but as soon as the hot water touches my skin, I feel relaxed and calm, so I decide to spend another 15 minutes. I decide what to wear, I mean I have to make a good impression on the royal family. Skirt? Jeans? I choose my black skinny jeans, with a white flowery top and wear a black cardigan over it. I look down at my hands and notice the rings, but I don’t take them off. I put on Matt’s necklace. I comb my hair quickly and leave it natural and rush downstairs to have my morning tea and bowl of cheerios.
“How nice of you to make it on time”, Dad says sarcastically. I know he’s mad at me, but he also knows I’m mad at him. So starting my day off with sarcasm is not the right way to go about it. I ignore his comment and continue to finish my breakfast. I take a quick glimpse at Matt, who has a sly smile on his face and I share a small smile with him. He chuckles and Mum spins round to view what’s going on, but I recover myself and go to the sink to wash up.
“Hey Sis, do my washing.”
“Hey ‘bro’, do it yourself.”
“Please.”
“No.” I check the time and notice I have 10 minutes to spare, so I go upstairs and start another book to read. As I try to decide, Mum comes into the room. “Hunny, you look nice today.” I turn around from my bookshelf and reply quietly, “Thank you, mum.” I walk over to her and give her a hug. I’ve missed her, I’ve missed talking to her. I can’t bear this anymore. She wraps her arms around me so tightly and whispers in my ear. “I love you so much Sophia, I always have and nothing will change that.” Tears stream down my face, and mum wipes them away for me. “Stop crying sweetie, they’ll be here soon.” I nod my head, go to the bathroom and wash my face. I glance in the mirror and notice that my reflection doesn’t show puffy eyes, I smile and walk out the bathroom just as the doorbell rings. Shit, they’re here. And right on time.
“Come on in Edward. How are you?”
“I’m good thanks, Lucas. These are my sons, Wren and Tobias. Boys, this is an old friend of mine from college.”
“Nice to meet you Sir.”
“The same for you boys too. Come in to the living room and meet everyone.”
I stay standing on the stairs before I make my way to the room. You can do this Sophia, you only have to say hi and run back upstairs if you want. Dad can’t hate you forever. I quickly head downstairs, before dad shouts for me, and stand by the doorway next to Matt.
“Edward, Wren and Tobias. This is my wife Evelyn, and this is Matt and Sophia.” Matt replies and I just stay quiet as I take in their appearance. I can see the small similarities between us. The brown hair, and how Wren and I both have hazel eyes, and Tobias has blue like Edward. All three of them are tall, and Wren and Tobias are definitely good looking, but being their sister rules out the possibility of dating either of them. I try not to make eye contact with any of them, but I do and realise they’re all staring at me. Like literally. “Erm, hi,” is all I say to clear the silence and I take a seat.
“Sophia, you look just like your mother,” Edward surprises me with.
“Thanks?”
“I’m sorry, it just shocks me that you appear exactly like her.”
“Well, she was my mother after all.”
“Sophia! There’s no need to be so rude!”
“I wasn’t being rude dad, I was being honest. I mean what else do you want me to say?! You all have kept this a freaking secret from me and you expect me to be nice to everyone?! You know that’s not going to happen. Edward, Tobias and Wren, it was nice to meet you and all, but I don’t know how I can keep this act up. Firstly, it’s given I know I can’t tell anyone, but what I really want to know is why you gave me up?”
“Sophia, apologise to Edward right now. You shouldn’t talk to him like that.”
“Mum, you have kept this from me my whole life and I want answers.” Everyone looked so shocked at my response to mum, except Edward. I look at him, waiting for an answer, but he doesn’t, not even an apology from himself either.
“Sophia, please try to understand that no one knew that your mother was pregnant. She fell ill when she was pregnant with you, she never left the palace grounds. No one knew she was pregnant except from us, we promised not to tell anyone. That’s why letting you having a normal life was easier, rather than explaining to the rest of the world.”
“They were going to have to tell the world eventually! You can’t expect me to believe that this was going to stay a secret this whole time now?”
“I wasn’t going to keep you a secret at all. I was going to tell the world but I couldn’t do it by myself.” It was the first time Edward had spoken to me, his voice tainted with sadness.
“That’s not fair or a valid excuse. How can you tell me that? You only ever sent birthday cards, no visits or anything. That’s not fair.”
“I know Sophia, but you are my daughter and I am your father. You don’t have to call me Dad, but I want to get to know you. I want to be part of your life.”
“It’s a little late for that don’t you think?”
“Sophia, stop talking to Edward like that!” Dad shouts.
“No no, it’s fine. I can understand she’s upset and angry. We should be going now anyway. We’ll come back on Saturday. Hopefully things will be better.” And with that Edward, Wren and Tobias got up to leave, until Wren’s phone went off.
“Hey Tyler, nah we’re just in town, but we’re heading back now. We can meet in an hour. That good for you? Mm-hm, yeah sure. Nah just some family stuff that needed to be dealt with.”
Tobias stands next to me and whispers, “Look I know you hate everyone right now, but give us a chance, well Wren and me. I don’t know what you’re going through, but at least you have us to talk to. Ok?” I look upto him and share a smile. I know we’ll get along. “Bye Sophia”, Wren and Tobias chorus. Edward smiles at me, but I wave him off and head upstairs. Now what do I do?
Over the weeks, it was hard, really hard to stay out of the spotlight. Wherever I went the press wanted to know who I am, what I wore, why I was wearing a frown on my face. They just wouldn’t give up. And as they persisted and pushed to know who I was, it got harder for Ed and I to spend five minutes with each other- alone.
I took it in my stride to wear a smile, and I always did when I was with Ed or with Carolina or with Rochelle. It got difficult when I was by myself and the press would ask the public ‘Why is Isabelle all alone? Are they going through a difficult time?’ Neither Ed nor I would answer the press online, there was no point. We both wanted to keep our life private, and we that’s the way it stayed, and before you ask if there’s a but... there isn’t. We kept it private, only because I never let anyone in and I knew high time that after being with Ed for about 2 months, he needed to know the truth. He made me, and still does, so happy that it was hard, but I got through it.
The truth spilled out one night I was round Ed’s. I had fallen asleep, but I must’ve been murmuring something to make Ed wake me.
‘Isabelle? Belle? Wake up? You’re kinda scaring me? Belle?’ He nudged me slightly and then again. I spurred and looked at Ed. ‘Everything ok Isabelle? Lately you’ve been really tired. Have you been sleeping ok?’
I ponder for a moment. Now do I tell him the truth and tell him that no I haven’t. That lately I’ve been having nightmares that Brody’s been let out of jail and has started something in the press? How do I even explain who Brody is? Ed would probably hate me, probably even won’t want to stay with me. I snap out of my thoughts and turn to Ed. ‘Erm, yeah I’m fine. Just haven’t been sleeping well, been having a few nightmares, but it’s ok’, I smile to reassure him, but I know I haven’t fooled him.
‘Who’s Brody?’ Sorry what. How does he even know the name Brody.
I stutter, ‘Br-Brody? No one, don’t know anyone by that name.’
‘Belle, don’t lie to me. You were murmuring his name in your sleep. You kept saying, Brody don’t. Don’t.’ He raises his eyebrows, but gives me an angry look.
‘Ed, honestly just don’t worry about it. It’s nothing, he’s no one. Not anymore anyway.’
‘What do you mean not anymore?’
‘Ed, it’s to do with my past. I told you, I’ll tell you when I’m ready.’
‘Isabelle, we’ve been together for 2 months, and I’m not going to lie to you, but you’ve been different ever since the first time I asked you about it. And then even more when I asked you only a couple weeks ago. I get it, I need you to know whatever it is doesn’t change the fact that I want to be with you. Please just tell me. I can tell you’ve been suffering, but I didn’t want to push you, only because I can tell whatever it is, that it haunts you.’
‘If you can tell that by looking at me, then you’d know that I mean it that I need time.’
‘Why won’t you tell me?’
‘It’s not that I won’t, or that I can’t, it’s more I’m not ready. Like I told you before.’ He got up and walked away from me into his kitchen. I stare at the empty space next to me on the beige sofa. I hear something bang and I quickly rush to the kitchen. ‘Ed?’ I find him slumped against the fridge and carefully walk towards him. ‘Ed?’
‘I feel bad that I’m pushing you to tell me something you don’t want me to know, but I don’t know how to be there for you when I don’t even know what’s wrong.’ I sit next to him and lean on his shoulder. It’s time I stopped being distant with him. He’s right, I’ve been trying not to fall too hard, I need to stop being afraid he won’t be here to catch me.
‘Edward, you’re always here for me. Even when you don’t know it, you’ve helped me. These past two months of my life have been great. Yeah it’s been tough with the press always wanting to know who I am and what’s happened in my past. I’m just too embarrassed to tell anyone. I didn’t even tell Carolina, she was never meant to know.’ A tear rolls down my face and I can feel Ed watching me. ‘My past is my secret, it’s a burden, it’s something that I never want anyone to know, and I don’t want to put it on you when you’re at this amazing stage in your life.’
‘Belle, whatever it is, I will be here. Always.’
‘Are you sure you really want to know?’
‘Yes, yes I really really do.’
‘Brody is my ex-boyfriend. My first boyfriend. Now in jail.’ I hear Ed take in a sharp breath, but I continue. ‘He’s in jail because of what he did to me. He’d done it for months, and I didn’t know how to stop it. I’m okay though, well most of the time. I don’t always have nightmares, but I do sometimes. The past haunts me because my past is what Brody did to me. Before I continue, I want you to know that I know that you would never do anything like this to me; I know that you’re not like him. I’m just really scared of what you’ll think of me after. Anyway, Brody abused me, a lot. For anything and everything.’ Tears start to stream down my face and I don’t know how to continue. I gulp down the lump in my throat, and before I say anymore, Ed takes my hand and pulls me close.
‘I am so sorry Isabelle. He should never have done that to you. Shh, shh, I’m here for you,’ he whispers. ‘Shh, you don’t need to continue, I am so sorry I pushed you into this. I was wrong to have done that.’ His hands run through my hair, and he holds me tight. As if he’s trying to protect me from the past. I cry and cry and slowly, I don’t know when I fell asleep in Ed’s arms, peacefully.
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