Princess
Love - Chapter 8
"This is only getting worse." Jen mumbled to herself as she walked
around her room in total
bewilderment. She was sure that she was going to loose
her mind pretty soon.
"No... This is NOT happening." She said and cried to herself. She
couldn't believe it, it
was the last person she thought she would see on the television.
Not only that, but he killed a Royal Prince. He had made the
life of another individual
end and had ruined the life of the Princes' family.
Elizabeth was in the same bewilderment that Jen was in, but more so.
She stood on the bridge,
looking down at the clear water. She wasn't going to
jump, just think about it for awhile. There she stood, on the bridge
on a chilly
English night without her husband to hold her. Not only that, but
there was going to be
another Prince or Princess on the way and there was no one
to tell, the day of joy had turned into a day of sorrow.
"Why are you standing here all alone?" She heard a male voice say
behind her and she turned
around. It was late, the day after the murder. She
was standing there in pitch-black with nothing to cover her freezing
body. Not only from
the cold air but from the chills that pulsated up and
down her body, her
nerves were on edge.
"I don't know... I feel better out here." She said turning back to
look out at the water.
She couldn't see the man that stood behind her, only the
shadows of the water dancing on his face.
"Aren't you cold?" He asked again and stood next to her on the
railing.
"No." She lied, her eyes not moving from the water, she watched the
reflection of the moon.
"Aw.. you got to be kidding me." He said and took his jacket off and
put it on her.
"Thank you." She said, not looking him in the eye. "Where are you
from?" She asked, hearing
the voice of an American and the ring of an southern
accent.
"The United States." He said and smiled at her, but she didn't see it.
"Yeah, so am I." She said, it was the truth, partly.
"What is your name?" He asked her, he strained to see her face but he
couldn't see it.
She paused for a long moment, not sure what to say, she didn't want
him to realize who she
was. "Liz." She said, hoping he wouldn't pick up on the
fact that Liz was short for Elizabeth, the Princess. "What is your
name?" She asked.
"Brian." He said and she turned to face him, her face still hard to
see.
"It is nice to meet you Brian." She said and shook his hand.
"It is nice to meet you too, Liz." Brian said, wondering if she was
not telling him something.
"Thank you, I must be going now." She handed back her jacket and
quickly walked up the
street.
"Um... Was that who I think it was?" Brian asked as he looked down at
the water and frowned.
"Nah." He said and went in the opposite direction that she
had taken.
"Do you have any family sir?" The heavyset man in his mid-thirtys
asked James.
"Yes." He said without thinking, then regretting it.
"Who?" He asked sitting across from he tired man.
"I don't." He said, looking at his hands.
"What?"
"Have a family." He said, still looking down at his hands.
"Yes you do, you just said you did." The detective said, writting
everything down on a notepad.
"I made a mistake." He said, slowly looking up at the detective who
had everything but compassion
on his face.
"According to this," the detective said, looking down at a thick
file, "you had a wife
and two daughters." He said, he was fishing for a clue to
the other murder that he had commited.
"Oh yeah, that's right., I forgot." He said, turning red.
"You forgot!? You forgot that you murdered your wife in front of your
daughter? You forgot!?
Your daughters almost died! You almost killed your entire
family, but you forgot." He said, not able to control his anger.
"No-" James began.
"Yes! You are wanted for two counts of murder. You killed your wife
and you killed the Prince
of England, or did you forget that too?" He asked and
signaled to the officer standing outside to come in.
"Yes sir?" The young deputy asked.
"I want an all out search for Jennifer Thompson and Samantha
Thompson, in the United
States." He instructed the deputy.
"But we will have to call in American forces." The deputy, John, said.
"Do whatever it takes." The detective said, eyeing that criminal with
hate that was visable
even the deputy was getting uncomfortable. "And throw
this guy into a cell."
He said and the deputy led James to the holding cells.
"I feel so bad for that guy's family." Nick said as he stretched out
on the hotel bed.
They had just heard on the news about the search for the
killer's family.
"So do I, can you imagine how they feel?" Howie said and frowned.
He was sitting
next to Valerie, who was quiet, but began to speak up.
"I know, their lives are almost over, everyone will probably hate
them because of what that
guy did."
"I know... I wouldn't though." Nick said. They were told that the
could finally leave the
country since the murderer was found. They were planning
on leaving that night.
"The strangest thing just happened..." Brian said as he walked into
the room and looked at
the group of people that were lying all over the room.
"What?" Kevin asked, his arm around Kim.
"Well, I went out for a walk and I saw this girl, I could swear that
she was the Princess."
He said.
"Brian, forget it." AJ said, sitting on the floor with his arm around
Jasmine's waist.
"Forget what?" He asked, sitting down in an empty chair.
"You can't go chasing after the Princess, can you imagine what she is
feeling? The same with
that guy's family." AJ said.
"I know..." Brian had just heard the recent report on the radio.
"Just forget about it." Kevin said, he didn't want to see his friend
get hurt.
"Fine." He said and went into his room for a nap before they left.
Elizabeth left the building in tears, she knew she shouldn't have
done it. It would
have been to hard if she kept it, she would loose it anyway,
this was just easier. In some ways more than others.
She went to the palace and cried, but this time she had no one to
comfort her. She
was planning on moving out soon and starting over, she wanted
to abandon the life of a Princess, she just wanted to be a regular
person, if that was possible.
Maybe she would find someone new, but she wasn't
sure that was what she wanted.
She told her mother-in-law that she was going to leave and she was
saddened to hear it, but
she agreed that it was the best thing that she could do.
She would be sorely missed in England.
"Hello?" Jen said, the hours of crying visible in her voice.
"Ms. Jennifer Thompson?" A voice asked. The voice was English and
sounded official.
"Yes?" She asked, sitting down in one of her two kitchen chairs.
"We have your father here, in England, we were wondering if you could
come over here and answer
some questions." The man said.
"No." She said, without even a moment's thought.
"Well, I am sorry but you have no choice." He said.
"Yes, I do." She said and hung up. "Damn it." She said, sitting by
the phone. She just couldn't
escape her past. She nearly jumped out of her seat
when the phone ran again.
"Yes?" She asked, irritated.
"You have to come here, you really have no choice." The English voice
repeated.
"Leave me alone!" She screamed and hung up the phone. The phone rang
again but she didn't pick
it up, it stopped after ten rings. Jen ran to the jack
and pulled the cord out. She ran to the closet and got her jacket
and ran
to her friends on the corner.
"Hi!" Harry said and smiled at her. She handed him a sheet of paper
and he ran it through
with his bandmates. The began to sing and Jen smiled, that
was what she wanted to hear.
"Yeah." She whispered.
At the same time the guys were in their limo and passed the corner on
their way home.
"STOP!" Nick yelled to the driver who stepped on the brake and Nick
jumped out of the car
and stand on the street and listened to the song.
"I love it." He said to the girl next to him.
"Thanks." She accidently said, not realizing what she said until
after she said it.
"Huh? You wrote it?" He asked, smiling at her.
"Yeah..." She said, embarrassed.
"I'm Nick." He introduced himself.
"I am Jen." She said and shook his hand. She stood on the corner
and looked
up and Nick. He looked over her shoulder as she felt a pair of hands
on her shoulders.
She turned around and looked at a man with a full police
uniform on.
"I am sorry Jen, but you are going to have to come with us." The
police officer said.
"No, I don't know anything, you have to talk to my father. I have
nothing to do with it!"
She yelled and Nick looked at them in horror.
"I know, but they still need to talk to you. Please be quiet, we are
in public." He said, the
last thing he wanted was for the commissioner to find
out that the girl had told the entire city of Orlando what they wanted
her for.
"Why!?" She screamed and turned around, looking at Nick. "This
asshole over hear wants
to drag me all the way over to England." She said and Nick
was speechless, as well as the rest of the group that had gotten out of
car.
"I am sorry..." Nick said.
"Don't be! It is not my fault that my goddamn father killed the
Prince of goddamn England!"
She screamed and the police officer was speechless,
as well as the crowd tha had gathered on the corner. Nick looked
at her with wide-eyes
and she began to cry as the officer threw her into the
back of the car and
sped down the road with the sirens wailing and the lights
flashing.