The White Queen {Rewritten}

Chapter 1

Jh'maia
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"Jh'maia!" I slowly open my eyes, the sunlight shining brightly in the room.

I gasp jumping out my bed, rushing to get ready.
No no no no.

Running over to the door, I pull it open, finding my father standing right in front of me. A look of pure anger and disgust on his face.

I drop to my knees, holding unto his ankles.
"I'm sorry sir. I'm really sorry."

"Stupid girl." He kicks me off him, grabbing tightly unto my curled locks, roughly tugging my head back to look at him.

"What time are you meant to be up?"

"I-I."

"Stop stuttering!!" He shouts in my face, pulling on my hair even harder this time, causing a small yelp to leave my mouth. Tears beginning to prick my eyes, but I hold them back.

"I won't ask again. What time are you suppose to wake up?" I grab unto his hands.

"F-f-five am."

"And what time is it?"

"I-I don't-Ah!!" He shoves me away from him, still holding unto my hair. Stooping down to my level, he lefts go of my hair, and grabs unto my face.

"It's seven am. There's no food on the table and your step mother and I are both starving. Should we be starving?"

"N-no sir."

"You stutter one more time little girl, I'll give you a reason to, you understand?" I look up to him shaking in fear, nodding.

I don't want to know what exactly he would do.

I open my mouth to speak, but it wouldn't stop trembling. Fighting through it, I finally get it out perfectly.
"Yes sir."

He pushes me away from him, scoffing.
"How are you my child."  He stands to his feet, turning and walking out the room.

I sit there crying. My head pounding so hard, that it felt like it would burst. I didn't even want to touch my hair, out of fear that it will only make it worse.

My father wasn't always like this. He was a loving father, and I was his princess.

We did everything together, and always had so much fun. I sometimes wonder back to those days in my mind to find solace from the monster that now lives with me.

We were happy back then. 

Him, my mom and I. They were they sweetest of mates. Or so I that. You can imagine my surprise when she left him to be with a rogue.

I was eleven at the time, and it was after three in the afternoon, and Dad had already return home from work but mom hadn't as yet. I was in my room, when I heard my father begin to scream from downstairs. I was so scared I didn't even know what to do.

He laid there on the ground, clawing at his heart. I screamed and screamed for someone to come and help us and thankfully our neighbors heard the ruckus, and they rushed him off to the pack doctor where he stayed for two weeks.