"Bye babe! Bye Luke!" Prince told me as he bent down on his knees and kissed my stomach. I giggled back.
"Bye! I प्यार you!" I कहा as he was closing the door. Prince was finally going to talk to this director about film production. He was so pumped, he couldn't sleep last night and kept me up, just talking about बिना सोचे समझे things I didn't even understand about camera work and different angles. But I don't know if I was kept up from feeling sick या from Prince. Something just didn't feel right anymore. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it just didn't. I had this really strange feeling I've never had before, and it worried me. It worried me a lot. Like, a lot a lot.
*Later on that day* PARIS P.O.V.
"Hey, Par? Can आप come here?" Elle asked me.
"Yeah sure. What's up? Is something wrong?" I asked as I walked towards her.
"Wait- do आप know when Prince is coming back home?"
"No, sorry, I forgot! I can call to recheck?"
"No, no. It's fine." She said. Slowly, this odd expression morphed on her face. It was weird. First, everything was sort of normal, and then it all just changed.
PRINCE P.O.V.
I was driving, loudly humming the song that was on the radio. I had this huge feeling of happiness, and it wasn't going away anytime soon. I would finally work on फिल्में soon, something I always wanted to do.
I slowly parked into the garage, walking out of the car and into the house.
"I'm home!" I greeted everyone. Nothing. No response. I wondered if everyone was out, so I started to walk around the house. I found Paris in the living room watching T.V.
"Oh, hey, Prince. How was it?" She asked, looking up.
"Amazing! But what's wrong? Where's Elle?" I sat down अगला to her. Her face was painted with that same sorrow I've always seen countless amount of times.
"Prince, I'm really sorry, but I have to tell आप this to make it easier on Elle." She told me. Thousands of situations ran through my head.
"What? What happened?" Fear struck through me the मिनट I कहा it. I started to get a feeling it was about Luke.
"E-e-elle लॉस्ट the baby." Paris said, a tear running down her cheek.
"What?!" I almost yelled. It was a mixture of anger and sorrow. How could my baby be gone? I've never held it, kissed it, told it that I loved it to it's face, never let it be enveloped in the warmth of my arms, never held it's hand. How could this be happening?
Paris didn't say anything back, she just looked down.
"Where's Elle?" I asked quickely.
"She's upstairs, in your room. She won't talk to anyone, I've already tried. I'm so sorry."
I got up as soon as she कहा upstairs. I didn't care if she didn't talk, I had to be with her.
"Elle?" I asked as I opened the door slowly. She was sitting on the bed, clutching her stomach. Her eyes were bright red and puffy, streaks of tears down her cheeks. When she saw me, even और poured over. I ran over and hugged her. I stroked her hair as she cried some more.
"I'm so sorry!" She managed to say imbetween the tears.
"It's not your fault, it's not your fault." I told her. But I couldn't cry now, not infront of Elle. I had to be strong for her.
When she finally stopped crying, she buried her face in her hands and just sat there, silently.
"It's time for dinner." Paris कहा as she opened the door.
"I'm not hungry." Elle finally said, still looking down. She sounded like a robot, like she had लॉस्ट all emotion.
"Elle, hunny, आप haven't eaten all day." Paris replied. Elle just shook her head and continued to sit while Paris walked out. I started to rub her back, not leaving.
"You're probably starving. आप can go." She whispered monotonously. Her eyes were blank, as if all of the happiness that she had ever experienced had just been drawn out. It felt like it wasn't Elle that was sitting infront of me, but a stranger. I had never seen Elle in this state, being so cold and trying to push everyone away. It was like there was no और blood in her veins, every touch was like ice.
"No, I want to stay with you."
"Prince, I want to be alone, please." Elle कहा quietly. I nodded my head and went downstairs. Everyone was quiet, sitting at the तालिका, टेबल munching on their खाना slowly. When I came in, they all looked but with sad and sorry eyes. I hated pity. I always hated pity. I ignored their stares and sat down.
"Is Elle coming down?" Blanket asked. I shook my head no and continued to eat.
When I finished, I got up quickely and went to check on Elle. As I slowly crept in, I realized she was still sitting where she was before, staring at the same spot on the carpet. Now, she had bags under her eyes and looked as fragile as a tiny flower.
"Elle? आप look sick! Do आप feel alright?" I asked as I quickely went to her side.
"Our baby is gone, Prince. Of course I don't feel alright." She said, the words being spat out of her mouth were as cold as stone. As she कहा it, the situation finally started to process in my head. We would never meet Luke, he would never come. Elle didn't look at me, didn't हटाइए closer to me, she barely even cared या noticed that I was there.
ELLE'S P.O.V.
I couldn't believe anything that had happened. It felt like this was all just a bad dream, and I would wake up any moment now and everything would be restored to its old, good self. But I knew that that wouldn't happen, and everything just hit rock bottom. I didn't know what I was staring at, all I know is that I couldn't look Prince in the eye. I felt so guilty. It was my fault. It was like I was in a cold, dark room. I couldn't see, touch, या notice anything but the darkness. All I could feel was my दिल beating slowly and the sadness that possessed that heart. I didn't have the strength to tell Prince that they had made a mistake when they told us it was a boy. It was a girl, and I couldn't bare to say the words outloud. I could just hear them ring in my head, starting out softly, then progressing into a loud boom that deafened me.
I could sense Prince's worry from a mile away, and that killed me. How could he feel worried for me? In the end, I'll be fine, but the baby never will.
"Elle! Can आप at least talk to me?!" Prince's voice pleaded, snapping me out of my own little world.
"What's there to talk about?" I don't know why, but I sounded so raw and angry.
"Well how about we start off with why your so angry with me and we'll work our way up?"
"I'm not angry with you." I told him.
"Then why are आप treating me like this?"
"Because I'm mad at myself right now and the only way I can express that is taking it out on the person that's closest to me." I stated blankly, finally looking him in the eye. "Happy now?" I asked as tears started to form, getting up and leaving.
"Bye! I प्यार you!" I कहा as he was closing the door. Prince was finally going to talk to this director about film production. He was so pumped, he couldn't sleep last night and kept me up, just talking about बिना सोचे समझे things I didn't even understand about camera work and different angles. But I don't know if I was kept up from feeling sick या from Prince. Something just didn't feel right anymore. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it just didn't. I had this really strange feeling I've never had before, and it worried me. It worried me a lot. Like, a lot a lot.
*Later on that day* PARIS P.O.V.
"Hey, Par? Can आप come here?" Elle asked me.
"Yeah sure. What's up? Is something wrong?" I asked as I walked towards her.
"Wait- do आप know when Prince is coming back home?"
"No, sorry, I forgot! I can call to recheck?"
"No, no. It's fine." She said. Slowly, this odd expression morphed on her face. It was weird. First, everything was sort of normal, and then it all just changed.
PRINCE P.O.V.
I was driving, loudly humming the song that was on the radio. I had this huge feeling of happiness, and it wasn't going away anytime soon. I would finally work on फिल्में soon, something I always wanted to do.
I slowly parked into the garage, walking out of the car and into the house.
"I'm home!" I greeted everyone. Nothing. No response. I wondered if everyone was out, so I started to walk around the house. I found Paris in the living room watching T.V.
"Oh, hey, Prince. How was it?" She asked, looking up.
"Amazing! But what's wrong? Where's Elle?" I sat down अगला to her. Her face was painted with that same sorrow I've always seen countless amount of times.
"Prince, I'm really sorry, but I have to tell आप this to make it easier on Elle." She told me. Thousands of situations ran through my head.
"What? What happened?" Fear struck through me the मिनट I कहा it. I started to get a feeling it was about Luke.
"E-e-elle लॉस्ट the baby." Paris said, a tear running down her cheek.
"What?!" I almost yelled. It was a mixture of anger and sorrow. How could my baby be gone? I've never held it, kissed it, told it that I loved it to it's face, never let it be enveloped in the warmth of my arms, never held it's hand. How could this be happening?
Paris didn't say anything back, she just looked down.
"Where's Elle?" I asked quickely.
"She's upstairs, in your room. She won't talk to anyone, I've already tried. I'm so sorry."
I got up as soon as she कहा upstairs. I didn't care if she didn't talk, I had to be with her.
"Elle?" I asked as I opened the door slowly. She was sitting on the bed, clutching her stomach. Her eyes were bright red and puffy, streaks of tears down her cheeks. When she saw me, even और poured over. I ran over and hugged her. I stroked her hair as she cried some more.
"I'm so sorry!" She managed to say imbetween the tears.
"It's not your fault, it's not your fault." I told her. But I couldn't cry now, not infront of Elle. I had to be strong for her.
When she finally stopped crying, she buried her face in her hands and just sat there, silently.
"It's time for dinner." Paris कहा as she opened the door.
"I'm not hungry." Elle finally said, still looking down. She sounded like a robot, like she had लॉस्ट all emotion.
"Elle, hunny, आप haven't eaten all day." Paris replied. Elle just shook her head and continued to sit while Paris walked out. I started to rub her back, not leaving.
"You're probably starving. आप can go." She whispered monotonously. Her eyes were blank, as if all of the happiness that she had ever experienced had just been drawn out. It felt like it wasn't Elle that was sitting infront of me, but a stranger. I had never seen Elle in this state, being so cold and trying to push everyone away. It was like there was no और blood in her veins, every touch was like ice.
"No, I want to stay with you."
"Prince, I want to be alone, please." Elle कहा quietly. I nodded my head and went downstairs. Everyone was quiet, sitting at the तालिका, टेबल munching on their खाना slowly. When I came in, they all looked but with sad and sorry eyes. I hated pity. I always hated pity. I ignored their stares and sat down.
"Is Elle coming down?" Blanket asked. I shook my head no and continued to eat.
When I finished, I got up quickely and went to check on Elle. As I slowly crept in, I realized she was still sitting where she was before, staring at the same spot on the carpet. Now, she had bags under her eyes and looked as fragile as a tiny flower.
"Elle? आप look sick! Do आप feel alright?" I asked as I quickely went to her side.
"Our baby is gone, Prince. Of course I don't feel alright." She said, the words being spat out of her mouth were as cold as stone. As she कहा it, the situation finally started to process in my head. We would never meet Luke, he would never come. Elle didn't look at me, didn't हटाइए closer to me, she barely even cared या noticed that I was there.
ELLE'S P.O.V.
I couldn't believe anything that had happened. It felt like this was all just a bad dream, and I would wake up any moment now and everything would be restored to its old, good self. But I knew that that wouldn't happen, and everything just hit rock bottom. I didn't know what I was staring at, all I know is that I couldn't look Prince in the eye. I felt so guilty. It was my fault. It was like I was in a cold, dark room. I couldn't see, touch, या notice anything but the darkness. All I could feel was my दिल beating slowly and the sadness that possessed that heart. I didn't have the strength to tell Prince that they had made a mistake when they told us it was a boy. It was a girl, and I couldn't bare to say the words outloud. I could just hear them ring in my head, starting out softly, then progressing into a loud boom that deafened me.
I could sense Prince's worry from a mile away, and that killed me. How could he feel worried for me? In the end, I'll be fine, but the baby never will.
"Elle! Can आप at least talk to me?!" Prince's voice pleaded, snapping me out of my own little world.
"What's there to talk about?" I don't know why, but I sounded so raw and angry.
"Well how about we start off with why your so angry with me and we'll work our way up?"
"I'm not angry with you." I told him.
"Then why are आप treating me like this?"
"Because I'm mad at myself right now and the only way I can express that is taking it out on the person that's closest to me." I stated blankly, finally looking him in the eye. "Happy now?" I asked as tears started to form, getting up and leaving.
TMZ has learned 13-year-old Prince and 12-year-old Paris started at The Buckley School in the San Fernando Valley on Wednesday.
Family sources tell TMZ ... Prince wanted to go to Buckley to have "a social experience." Initially, Paris was reluctant but changed her mind in a big way.
As for 8-year-old Blanket -- he's still going to be homeschooled. Katherine Jackson feels he's too young to venture out.
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Family sources tell TMZ ... Prince wanted to go to Buckley to have "a social experience." Initially, Paris was reluctant but changed her mind in a big way.
As for 8-year-old Blanket -- he's still going to be homeschooled. Katherine Jackson feels he's too young to venture out.
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