The Shadows of Royalty

His Ways

That's Rachels mom, * see were she gets the eyes from* ^^^

The door slammed close, as his heavy footsteps echoed through the empty house. He made sure that the guests had left and made his way to my room.

He threw my door open as his eyes found mine.

I was huddled into a corner, silently crying. I was 11 back then. The man in front if me, had hazel eyes and was huge, he towered over me and grabbed me by his beefy hand.

That was my father... The sight of me crying intimidated him more so he growled as he grabbed a fistful of hair and dragged me to where my bed was.

"I didn't do anything!" I screamed struggling out his grasp. "Shut the hell up, you bitch. "He growled as he threw me into the bed. I quickly covered my face and curled, in order for me, to not get bruised on my face or stomach.

"You useless cow! You're good for nothing! "He raged as his knuckles made contact with my face and neck. He fist continued to slam onto my back, blow after blow. The pain was unbearable now and I was numb by now.

"I didn't do anything!" My voice screeched as my sobs followed. Then my father yanked my hair up, leaving my face on display. His eyes were full of hate and rage.

"You never talk when there are guests over or greet them understood!" He screamed in my face as he unbuckled his belt and whipped me with it. My screams grew louder as each second passed.

I haven't done anything, the man that came in the house was a noble and my dad had ushered for me to greet him as in respect. But then the greedy eye beady man thought that a hug can be due for a girl my age as for a greeting.

My dad thought I was a whore that threw myself into the man's arms, when I had stood there awkwardly trying to escape the man's grasp or friendly gesture. It was there ways of greeting people, but my dad never understood that.

The beating didn't cease yet, until I was begging for him to stop. He mumbled some incoherent words under his breath and then spat at me, "you'll never be like your mother!'

With that he left my room and barged in an hour later to continue beating me like some dead meat. I remember whispering to myself," I wish you rot in hell, you are no father of mine and will never be."

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I jolt up awake, grasping the sheets as beads of sweat formed onto my forehead. I glance at the clock, and it was 3 pm. I had slept through the morning and noon. I remember tears in my eyes as I fell asleep exhausted for rest. Of course if I hadn't stayed up during the surgery I would still be awake now.

The memory of my father, dreaded over me reminding me of my past. And yet he was still alive, even after each death wish he had received from people. Faded recollections of my mother flashed, her blue green eyes twinkling when she laughed or her lips forming into a straight line when i was in trouble. In fact, father and I were close when my mother was alive, but when she wasn't there one morning, nothing was ever the same.

I walk to my drawer, pulling it open. I dug underneath all my bras, until i found a small blue velvet box. I opened it and held the gold necklace chain into the palm of my hand. A charm hung to it, a full golden oval, with a figure, embedded with crystal that had wings. It looked like an angel that had blessed the full shining moon. I clasp the necklace onto my neck as i changed into another dress, and placed the one Xander ripped to the side.

My stomach growled loudly; i had missed lunch. Over at my desk, was a tray of untouched food that had gone cold by now. I sign as i munched on a piece of French bread and sipped the lemonade that was placed into a crystal glassed goblet.