Abandoned Princess

Chapter 1 The Evil Step Mother

"Gabrielle! How many times do I have to tell you to arrange the plates by color! God, you are so stupid" My step mom Margarette said while rubbing her temple because of stress.

She has this stupid obessesion with plates and figurines. If she's so crazy about it why does she let me clean the damn things, might as well do it herself! crazy menoposal bitch.

"That's why your pathetic mother left you because you are so stupid she can't stand to look at you! Even your father doesn't love you, why do you think his always gone out of town?!" ouch, that hurt because it's true. My father is barely home but i know that its because of his work.

I can't help the tears brimming in my eyes but i'll try not to let them fall in front of her. She finds joy seeing me weak and vulnerable. I know she only said that to hurt me and to blame myself for why my mother left me and my father.

"Because he has a job to do" i said back. I meant it to sound rude but it came out as a soft whisper. It's really pathetic that i'm scared of her. Why am i letting her treat me like this? Oh now i remember why! Because my workaholic father won't believe me. Funny right? It's not.

She smirked at me and said "Of course he has to work his ass off so i'll have lots of money to spend"

Anger completely consumed me that gold digging crazy menoposal bitch -yeah i know i curse a lot- loving my father because of his money. That is the problem most rich men are facing, having gold digging whores. She even has the nerve to say that on my face. I feel sorry for the rich men having bitches as their wives, most especially i feel sorry for my dad and to.. me.

I've tried so many times to warn my father about her but no, he won't listen to what his daughter has to say. He believes that Margarette is a beautiful, loving angel that was sent to us from above.

I don't know what my father has seen in her. Well i got to give it to her, she's gorgeous with soft blonde curls cascading down just below her shoulders, striking evil blue eyes like depths of the ocean and a slim petite figure.

I realized, no wonder my father is fooled. This woman is beautiful. You wont even believe that a pretty face can do such evil things.

I'll admit it, i'm scared of her petrifide even. I may look tough but i know what evil things she's capable of doing.

Even though i want to let out my anger at her.. i won't.. I CAN'T. She has done many evil things to me. Well, technically speaking not her. She has other men to do her dirty job.

Since i don't want to face her wrath today, i'll be the smart girl that i know i am and try not to glare at her and shut my mouth.

It pains me that i'm too scared of her, that i can't protect my
self, that my father won't listen to me and that i can't stand up for my mom even if she left me and i'm still holding a grudge at her for leaving me, nobody deserve to be speak of the way my step mom speak of her.

My step mom seems to be please by me not arguing with her and that i look weak. She had enough of emotionally torturing me and i feel physically exhausted from all the chores she's given me today she called one of her men to lock me up in my room which is the dirty basement of their home.

I don't call it my home anymore because it doesn't feel like it. I don't get that warm and cozy feeling anymore. When i'm in the house all i feel here is cold and loneliness.

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After John one of Margarette's men pushed me in the basement I mean my room when my father is not around. I sighed as i went to the slightly broken window and looked at myself.

Dark brown wavy hair sticking all over the place in the now loose bun, light hazel eyes shines of exhaustion with thick lashes, waist slim but curvy at the right places. Not bad for a girl wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants that has stains all over after Margarette made me clean the damn plates and figurines, wash the dishes, cleaned the house from top to bottom she even made me clean the gutter. I slightly grimaced by all the things she made me do today but it's fine as long as she won't ask her men to do horrible things to me.

I hope my father would come back from work soon being out of town for a business meeting, spending too much alone time with Margarette won't do me any good. She only do bad things to me when father is not around.

I sighed deeply looking at the window asking what did i do wrong to deserve this? i remembered as a child i tried being good to her even if she's mean to me when my father is not around and that happens until now well besides me being good i'm not good to her anymore being abused can do that to you.

I've changed a lot in the past seven years. Slowly i feel my emotions fading away until all what's left is terror, hurt, hatred but i can't deny that i still have a little bit of love, kindness and hope. I'm still holding on those especially love if i let go, i will lose my sanity and i wouldn't know what to do.

I knocked on the locked door, i want to go out because there's not really a bathroom here and i want to shower at my real room i feel sticky and very much just yucky.

The door immediately open, i was facing a really tall John glaring at me "What do you want?!" i back away momentarily as i flinched at the loudness of his voice.

"I just want to go to my room" i said lowering my head. Geez, he can be intimidating for a good looking guy, like seriously out of all of Margarette's men his the only one that got a decent face. I just got lucky his the one that is always guarding my door and not those ugly perverted jerks.

"This is your room" he said while staring at me confused.

"I mean my room" i said emphasizing my but he just kept staring at me. I just rolled my eyes at him then realization hit him "Fine, your father is going back anyway, so its probably best if i send you to your room" he said looking please with himself that he thought about that.

"When?!" the excitement on my voice was obvious even if i try to supress it. I'm not exactly excited see him.. I'm just relieve that his coming back so that Margarette won't give me a hard time and that i can focus on my studies again.

You would think at how Margarette treats me that i'm always locked at the house, treated poorly and that i don't go to school.Well.. I am pretty much locked here by Margarrete. I sometimes feel like Rapunzel, locked up at a high tower with no where to come out except a window so high up that if i jump it could be the end of me.

After i finished my pity party i remember i had homework to do. I sighed thinking about hell.. I mean school. If it weren't for my friends, i wouldn't go to the damn place but that is the only place that i can feel free and more importantly away from the demon that is my step mother.