Everly Blossom is a princess, adopted into the Royal Family by the King and Queen of England. Everly doesn't remember much of her past all she knows now is tailored dresses, silverware and butlers.
She has dreamt of a life of fun, laughter and joy b...
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Acidic bile rises in my throat as I storm through my bedroom, pressing a hand to my en-suite door and throwing my body to the floor. I extend my head over the toilet and empty my stomach's intake, retching over and over until there is nothing left and I am gagging.
I slump against the floor and wipe away my tears, accidentally brushing the bruise forming underneath my eye. My body shudders and I cry, hard.
He's never hit me before. I've never seen him like that before. Beyond angry and frustrated. Like I don't matter to him, like being his daughter means nothing and that allows him to hurt me when I don't want to do as he says.
Everything inside me clenches and I form into a ball on the bathroom floor, tears flowing from my eyes endlessly. Sobbing until I am silent and my face is stained. My eye is burning, my cheek is burning.
I hate my life. I hate being here. I wish it would end. I want it to end.
My breathing is erratic and I cannot remove myself from the floor. I have zero strength inside me to attempt to move, absolutely none whatsoever. I close my eyes and shudder against the coldness of the marble ground.
Praying I fall to sleep, for as long as possible. Anything is better than being awake right now. Anything.
