Chapter 8: I Met Royals

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⚠️WARNING: The following Chapter contains themes of the following: Abusive Parents, Abusive Relationship, Childhood Trauma


You have been warned




My name is Penelope, I was born May 15th, 1999, I am the youngest sibling of 5, my parents' names are Vivian and Simon, when I was 4 years old I was always very close to my mother when suddenly my parents fought one day as I hid under the bed, I heard a smack and she walked out and never came back that day, every 2 years each of my siblings would also randomly disappear, my dad was not a very good man, he was always harsh on me and my siblings, he would always do bad things when they did something wrong, such as whipping them or smacking them across the face, we lived in a rich household but he never shared the money with us, he would always use it on himself, at 14 years old another sibling of mine disappeared and I decided to ask my father about it

"Hey dad?" I asked him

"What do you want?" He replied in a violent tone

"W-Where'd Monica go?" I asked again

"She left" He replied"

"That's what you said with Drew, Hannah, Alan, Shay, and Mom-"

He smacked me across the face

"What did I say about bringing that name up?! We don't talk about your mother! And if you don't like it, then that's too bad"

I started to tear up, I ran to my room

"Go on! Cry like a little baby!" My dad said

I kept sobbing, but then I realized it was enough, I opened a window and escaped from the mansion in rags, I kept asking for help but nobody wanted to help because I was filthy and hadn't showered in weeks, so I just sat on the grass and prayed for hope, after about two hours of sitting on the ground hoping for a miracle, a dark-skinned woman in a purple dress with a man in red hair came up to me

"Hey little girl, are you lost?" The woman asked

"No..." I said

"What's the matter then?" The man asked

I explained the entire situation to the man and woman, they were in shock and they decided to take me to their place, little did I know that their place was the kingdom of the Crosswoods, making them King Austin and Queen Octavia, they took care of me for the longest time and I owe it all to them

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