𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 | ᵀᵂᴰ

1: Party Princess

I covered my bruises and black eyes with face paint. I have a party tonight for an eleven year old girl. As I finished covering my black eye, someone knocked on my door. Before I could say anything, the door opened, and Ledger entered with a smile.

"Hey there, gorgeous." He said with a smirk. I sat my mirror down on my bed and shook my head with a smile.

"Hi, Ledger." I said as he walked over to me and leaned down. We stared at each other for a moment. "What, no kiss?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and kissed him, and got a little paint on his face from my hand. He didn't seem notice, or he just simply didn't care. He moved my stuff to the floor and climbed over me to lay on my bed. "Who let you in?" "Myself. Don't ask." I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Ledger went silent before turning his attention to the ceiling.

"How old?" He asked. "Eleven." "Where?" "125 Westridge." "What time?" "Six thirty." "When will you be back?" "Around eight." Ledger went silent. "Why are you asking?" I questioned. "Pierce, Wyatt, Fraser, and I are hanging out tonight since it's Saturday. Just wondering if you wanted to join, but since you got a party, never mind." He sounded upset. He tried to hide his emotions on his face, but his eyes told the truth. "I'll see if I can." "No, no, you have to work. Go hang out with eleven year olds." I crawled on top of him so he'd finally look at me instead of the ceiling. "Tomorrow you have my undivided attention, amor."

Ledger stared at me for a second. "When do you have to leave?" "Around five thirty. Why?" He responded by trailing his hands from my thighs to under my shirt where he grazed my breasts with his palms, then moved his hands to my back and down, letting them rest of my ass.

"I don't feel like doing that right now." I said. He moved his hands under my pajamas shorts, so they were touching my bare skin. He squeezed my ass hard enough to where his nails made indents. "Ow, Ledger, damn! You don't have to squeeze so hard." I grabbed his wrists to pull his hands away. He moved his hands to my hips and flipped me over so he was on top. He started kissing my neck and parts of my chest. "Ledger, I'm not in the mood right now. I have to finish getting ready." I said, pushing on his shoulders. "Ledger!" I yelled, finally pushing him off of me. He sat back on his heels, and I sat up and leaned against the headboard.

"Chavela, what's going on up there?" I heard dad yell from downstairs. "Nothing, I'm just getting ready!" I yelled back with my eyes still on Ledger. "He's home, so I better get going." Ledger said, getting off my bed. He headed towards my window and opened it. He looked at me over his shoulder. "Have fun at the party, princess." He said.

➳

I threw on the big blue dress I just bought the other day from a costume store. I walked over to the mirror and fixed the part of my hair that was braided to the side. I heard a knock at my door.

"Come in." I said, now messing with my lipstick. Dad opened the door and stared at me.

"Really, Chavela? Blue?" He asked. "What? I thought the dress was pretty." "Not the dress. Your hair." "Again. I thought it was pretty." The left sleeve fell off my shoulder as I put my arm down. "Did he do that to you?" Dad asked. I knew what he meant, so I fixed the sleeve. "No." I answered. "Tell me the truth, Isabela." "He didn't. I just scratched myself in my sleep or something." "That isn't a scratch. That's a whole ass cut. Lemme see." Dad walked closer to me. "I gotta get going." I moved past him and grabbed my bag. "Isabela, if he did that to you, you tell me right now." I had my back turned to him. "Ledger. Didn't. Do this." I didn't turn around. I walked out of my room and down the stairs. I grabbed my car keys off the wall and left. I saw Daryl across the street tending to Merle's bike. Merle must have been inside or somewhere he shouldn't be.

"Ya still with that prick?" Daryl asked as I unlocked my car. "What?" I asked, opening the door. "I saw 'em leave through yer window. Jackass waved at me." I laughed. That sounds like Ledger. "How 'bout ya old man? He treatin' ya better?" "Not really. Still hates me." "Mm." Daryl nodded and looked at the sky while I climbed into my car and headed to the little girl's party.

➳

I arrived, and the mother led me to the backyard where the party was. I saw the little girl. She was in a dress similar to mine but it was pink. Once she saw me, she smiled big and ran over.

"Hi!" She said excitedly. "Hi, what's your name?" "I'm Sophia!" "Well, hello there, Sophia! Judging by your dress, I can see that you're a princess too." She nodded and looked at my dress. "Your dress is gorgeous." She said in awe.

After a while, the rest of the kids began to surround me and ask questions. I talked to them, did face paint, and read a short fantasy story.

It got dark, and that's when I knew I needed to wrap up my show. "Well, that's all for today." I said. The kids didn't like the idea that I was leaving. They never did. I always found it adorable. The birthday girl gave me a pink and blue rock candy to take home with me. "Happy birthday, Princess Sophia." "Thank you for coming, Princess Isabela." "You're very welcome." I smiled and made my way out of the backyard. The father of the birthday girl was sitting on the front porch with other fathers. I was a good ten feet away, but I could smell and almost taste the alcohol they were drinking.

"Hey!" I heard one of yell. I turned around. "You do private parties?" He slurred. "No, I don't." I replied. "Damn. That's a shame." He said. The fathers made their way back inside.

"Come on, Ed." A dad said. "What? It ain't ever hurt to ask the pretty princess a question." He slurred before the front door shut.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to my car. I opened the backseat and threw my bag into the floor. "Bela!" I heard a familiar voice say. I turned around and saw Ledger stalking over to me with his friends behind him. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "I'm here- to see you, of course!" He threw his hands in the air slightly as he stood in front of me. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Finishing what we started." I didn't know what he meant until his lips landed on mine. He tasted like beer and tequila, so I knew he was drunk. I shoved him away and saw his friends crossing the street and coming over to us. "What's going on?" I asked, starting to get scared. "Just have fun." He said, trying to kiss me again. I shoved him away, and I saw his expression change. He shoved me into the backseat and got on top of me. The other door opened, and one of his friends climbed in and covered my mouth with his hand as his other hand went into the top of my dress and grabbed my left breast. I kicked and tried to hit him, but Ledger tied my wrists together with the scarf that was on the floor. He tied my wrists to the passenger head rest.

The rest of that night was horrifying. Each one of them took turns touching and putting themselves inside of me. While they waited for their disgusting turn, they kept watch and made sure no one saw and stopped them.

When they were done, Ledger untied me from the head rest and left me here. They all ran away laughing and saying stuff I could care less about. I climbed into the driver seat and cried the whole drive home.

I ran inside and immediately took off the dress and jumped into the shower. No matter what I did, I still felt disgusting. I had bruises almost everywhere.

I changed clothes and laid in my bed. I don't know if I cried myself to sleep or I just zoned out and cried the whole night.

The next day, I grabbed the dress and went outside. I threw it in the trash can on the side of the street before going back inside.

Ledger tried calling me, but I ignored him. I sent him a text saying I was breaking up with him. I didn't bother to read what he said. That's even if he said anything. I threw my phone across the room after I sent the text.