Tell Me I'm a Princess

1 || The New Reality

Payton's POV:
I hang up the photo of me and my old friend Drew, who I haven't seen in ages. I lay down on the bed, thinking of all the good times we had in California. When my parents loved me. Respected me. I feel tears press against my eyes as I remember his face when I told him I was moving to New Jersey. "New Jersey?! That's all the way across the country! You can't leave!" He wailed, throwing his arms around me. I pulled away from him crying. "Let me just do one thing before you leave me." He said. He pulled me into him and kissed me passionately as he wrapped his arms around my waist. We pulled away, our lungs screaming for air. "I love you Payton," he said, pulling me into a tight hug. "I love you too Drew." I said, still shocked. Drew stole my first kiss and my heart. I still love him to this day, and I hope I get to see him again. I hear the front door slam, and I quickly hide my phone in between my mattress and boxspring. I hear his boots slam up the stairs, and then he barges into my room. "Get up." He growls. He takes off his belt and walks over to me, prepared to strike. He whacks my arms with it and I scream. "Shut the fuck up!" He yells, hitting me in the face with it. He hits me repeatedly in the arms and thighs, as well as a few lashes on my back. He pulls me up and punches me in the face, making my nose bleed. I choke out a sob as he drops me on to the floor. He walks down the hall to my parents room and closes the door behind him. I close my door and cry, my hands shaking profusely. I hear a knock on my door, but I don't say anything. My older brother walks in, picking me up. He lays me on my bed and lays next to me, hugging me. "It hurts so much Andy...it hurts." I sob, taking in sharp breaths. "Do you need help getting cleaned up? I can help with the cuts." He says, looking at me. "Yes please." I say. He gets up and sighs, helping me off the bed. He leads me into the bathroom. I unbutton my school uniform with my back to him. He sucks in a sharp breath as he sees the deep marks from the whacks. He wets a rag and gently cleans up the blood around the cuts, making me wince in pain. "I know it hurts. I'm so sorry sis. I'm so sorry..." He says, holding back tears. "It's not your fault. It's his. It'll all end soon. We almost have enough to move out." I say. Andy finished cleaning my injuries and bandages them up. I put on my pajamas and slide into bed. It's only about eight thirty, but the pain is tiring. 

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I wake up to the sound of my alarm going off, making me groan. I slam it off, getting up and walk over to my dresser. I pull on my white button up shirt and plaid skirt, along with my stockings. They don't care what shoes you wear as long as they are black and school appropriate, so I pull on a pair of converse. I pick up my hair brush and brush out my light blue hair, curling it as well. My school is pretty lenient with different hair colors, but only one set of earrings in at a time. I usually keep my hair down at school because they get mad when they see my stretched ears, but other than that they are okay. I change my plugs to black silicone tunnels, which make them look bigger. I look at the visible bruises on me, sighing. I pick up my school bag and shove my phone and earbuds into it, walking out into the hall and down the stairs. Andy is downstairs already, and he hands me two waffles. I nod a thank you and follow him out the door. We walk to the bus stop and wait, other kids showing up as well. Many of them notice the bruises on my face, making me look at the ground so my hair falls over the bruises. The bus pulls up, and we all board on. I sit in the front, putting my earbuds in. We get to school in about 15 minutes. The bus comes to a halt, and the bus driver opens the door. I get up and walk off the bus, looking at the ground as I walk towards the school. I look around the campus, and see a boy with yellowish green hair and a face I thought I wouldn't see in a million years. I sprint over to him, a smile plastered to my face. He looks up right before I tackle him to the ground, laughing and crying simultaneously. "What the fuck?!" He rubs his head and looks at me. His eyes grow wide in shock and a smile creeps across his face. "Payton!" He yells laughing, wrapping me in a hug. "Drew...I thought I would never see you again." I say crying. I get up and so does he. He quickly takes my hand and starts dragging me away from the school. "Where are we going?" I ask, looking back at the school. "Fuck school. We need to catch up after all these years of being apart." He says. I smile, still shocked he's holding my hand. I'm touching him. He's real. We're together.

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We walk into the old park, scanning it for places to sit. I walk over to the nearest bench, and Drew follows. We sit down and look at each other. I'm at a loss for words, but he isn't. "I can't believe this is real," he says chuckling. I just stare at him, not knowing what to do or say. "I really missed you." I say, a smile on my face. He glances down at my lips and then back at me. I nod, starting to hesitantly lean in. Drew quickly eliminates the space between us, our lips touching. He wraps his arms around my waist, as I drape mine on his shoulders. We pull away and press our foreheads together, laughing. "I've been waiting to do that for five years." He says. "I've been waiting too," I say, pulling him into a hug.

Drew's POV:
Something is astray here. She has bruises everywhere. Whenever I touch her, she winces a bit in pain. "Payton? Where'd all these bruises come from?" I whisper into her ear. I feel her freeze up, gripping my shirt. She sighs and pulls away. "After we left my dad got into a car accident. She uh, found this new dude she liked, and married him. He blames all our problems on me, and he takes his rage out on me physically. My mom is always drunk, so she just agrees with him. She verbally abuses me with his encouragement. And he has a son Andy. But he never does anything to him and neither does my mom. Andy tries to help but there's only so much you can do." She says. "Oh my god Payton. I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry." I say. I pull her into a hug, trying to avoid her bruises and cuts. "Come on. We need to go somewhere private." I say. I stand up and pull her along by her hand, knowing where we have to go.

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I open the door and walk in, knowing my parents won't be home until 9:30. I walk downstairs into my room, aka the basement. I lay her down on the bed and carefully straddle her. "What are you doing?" She asks, slightly panicked. "I'm not gonna do anything like that. I just want to kiss you and all of the bruises." I say. She nods, so I begin to unbutton her blouse. I open it so her chest and stomach are exposed, making her blush. She has a blue lace bra on with white trim. I lean down and kiss the marks on her stomach, making her squirm. I lean back up, a small smile on both of our faces. I kiss the bruise under her eye, smiling as I pull away. She runs her hands down my sides, sending a shiver down my spine. I move backwards so I'm hovering over her knees. I latch my fingers onto her skirt and look at her. She nods, laying her head back on the pillow. I pull her skirt and stockings down, revealing panties that match her bra. I lean down and kiss the fronts oh her thighs, running my hands down the sides of them. "Drew..." She says. Her eyes are glazed over and she's reaching for me to come cuddle her. She tugs on my shirt, signaling me to take it off. I unbutton it and pull it off, cuddling up next to her. She unbuckles my pants and takes them off,throwing them over with the rest of our clothes. "I want to be like a normal couple," she says quietly. My heart melts when she says it, and I pull her into me for a kiss. Our lips press together, an explosion of passion hitting us both. Our jaws slack and unslack, our tongues gently meeting. I drape my hand over her waist as she gently caresses my face. This is what I've always wanted.