She's They're Princess

Chapter 1

"YOU USlESS BRAT!" I ducked as my stepfather chucked a beer bottle at my head, "I'm Sorry I forgot." I said quietly under my breath, "DID I SAY YOU COULD TALK YET BITCH?" "n-no" "WHAT WAS THAT," he said as he dragged me by my hair down to the basement also known as my bedroom. "I'm gonna have fun with you tonight." He said as I sniffled. I dared not to cry in front of him, to tell him he won. I saw him grab a whip and I guess you cn assume  hours of torture were ahead of me but while that happens let me catch you up.

My name is Dalilah and I am twelve years old, however, I am almost thirteen. My life wasn't always like this. Before my mother married this man and died life was paradise. My mother was the most beautiful woman who was just and kind, I had never heard her talk down to another person, ever. Then she met Luke. He was incredible to both of us and showered us with so much love that my mother was struck off her feet. They married by the time I turned six years old.

Then my mom died when I was eight in a car crash, and everything changed.

Luke started hitting me out of angr, and hitting turned into abuse and turned into rape. He blamed me for my mother's death, but it was my fault so I deserved it.

After the endless torture, he left. I can hardly move from all the knife slashes on my legs. I am exhausted and in pain obviosly . I have no idea how I am going to be able to go to school tomorrow, but I'll make it, I always do.

At some point that night I let the darkness consume me as I drifted off into a nightmare-filled sleep or I passed out of blood loss either way I have no clue.

The Next Morning-

I woke up with a start as I practically crawled to my tiny bathroom to grab painkillers. I sneak a peak at myself in the mirror as am grabbing them and I look like absolute crap. I silently curse as I hop into the shower, the piping hot water stung at my fresh wounds. It hurt like hell but needed to be done. As I got out I wiped myself off with my blood-stained towel and threw on a baggy sweatshirt and sweats. The only clothes I have are the ones from when my mother was still alive.

Seeing as Luke only feeds me 3 times a week I am about the same size.

I head upstairs trying to be as silent as possible and not wake him up. When I reached the top of the stairs I tried slowly opening the door but it made a huge SCREECH noise. I might not make it to school after all.

I wait for the yelling to start or the pain but oddly enough nothing happens. Huh, he must not be home I thought to myself. I start heading towards the kitchen to grab my bag. I don't even attempt to take some food because he will know. He always knows.

But I'm hungry and he's not homeA part of me said and I was tempted but I dont want a repeat of lastnight to happen.

I plop my earbuds in my ears as I walk out the door. My playlist starts playing as I hum along to 90s and 2000s hits. I don't care what anyone says that was a great time for music. The school is about a mile from my house but I don't mind the walk it's relaxing. As I walk down the road I wave at people I know.

I have been walking this same path every morning for the past four years so I don't have to focus on where I'm going, it's muscle memory for my feet.

As I approach the school I see the doors closing, I walk faster wanting to get out of the harsh coldness of this January morning. I walk in the doors just in time and feel instant heat, whether that be because of heating or because this is my second worst hell I'll never know.

I start going through my day like any other, just wanting to go to 4th-hour science with Mrs. Kirky. She is my favorite teacher to ever exist and she is way too innocent for this world. She also reminds me of my mom, they act the same that is. I never made it to the 4th hour though as I was called down to the office during the 3rd. I knew I probably would not get to see Mrs. Krirky today.

As I walked I felt people staring at my back. She had a bit of a reputation at this school for being the girl who was abused, no one knew for sure if I was, they all just had their guesses and thought it was hilarious, or worse they pitied me, nothing is worse than pity.

I approached the office doors and the receptionists looked at me with tired eyes "Dalilah?" they asked confirming, I gave a small nod in response "Head straight back, the principal wants to see you." she said, and went back to her computer.

That set my nerves on fire with anxiousness, was I in trouble? I could be in trouble, I didnt do anything wrong though, and if I did I don't remember and then ill get beat ten times worse than usual however when I opened the office door I was met with two people instead of one.

My principle but the other one I didn't know. Clearly, the confusion showed on my face because, after five awkward seconds, the man stood up and introduced himself "Hi my name is Bill Klembarsky and I am your social worker." Social worker?He tried sticking out his hand for me to shake but me being the idiot I am, I flinched.

More tension filled the room as I panicked, the man's hand was still out so I decided to shake it. "Delilah Peterson, but you probably already knew that," I said with a small smile trying to play it off.

I believe it worked because the man now known as Bill sat down gesturing me to follow suit, They looked at me with nothing less than pity and I wanted to gouge my eyeballs out, I don't want your pity! I wanted to shout.

My principal started talking "It appears that your stepfather has been accused of murder and will be facing a sentence, until we know more you will need to go with this nice man to the police station to look for any living relatives." She said

Wow, didn't even attempt to sugarcoat it I thought to myself. I didn't know how to react to this, I mean who does?

My abuser is going to jail I should be happy

But the truth is I am also sad, call it Stockholm syndrome if you want but all I can remember at this moment is when he was good for us and how good he was to my mom. I mean He fed me and kept a roof over my head.

But he abused you is the small voice in the back of my head.

I gues I zoned out because next thing I knew I was out of there in the front seat of Mr. Klembarsky's SUV on the way to the police station to take a DNA test.

As I walked into the downtown Kansas City police station the first thing I noticed was how calm everything seemed. Everyone was kind of minding their own business. Bill guided me to a door where he knocked, I heard a tired "come in," from the other side of the door.

Bill opened the door and sat me down, he and the police officer had a small conversation but I was too busy trying to comprehend avereything thats happened to pay attention to what they were saying.

The police officer came over "Hi my name is Richard and I need to put this cotton swab in your mouth for the test ." he said with the fakest smile I have ever seen. I nodded slowly and opened my mouth. He swabbed around for a second then took it out "We should have the results by the end of the hour." He said with false enthusiasm, who pissed in this guy's cereal, my god.

Bill thanked him and I decided to go on my phone while I waited. I was simply- scratch that- mindlessly scrolling on TikTok.

All of the sudden I was rudely interrupted by Morty or Rick or whatever his name was entering the room looking newly energized.

"We found living relatives," he said with no further context

What the hell