His Princess

Chapter 1

Rain's Point of View

Includes Mature Language

"Get up you lazy bitch!" My step dad yelled while slapping me. I jumped up in pain. I should be used to this, it happens every morning.

Realization struck, as I realized today was my birthday. I'm finally 19! Yay, I can finally move out of this hell hole.

"Get your lazy ass up! Just because youre 19 doesnt mean youre leaving! You will always live here!" He yelled again, along with another slap to the face. Seriously? Is he a mind reader?

I groaned and got up. With another slap and a kick to the shin, my step dad left. I sighed and stretched.

Ever since my mom died, my step father has been blaming everything on me. If we're out of cereal its my fault. If he can't find his keys it's my fault. Apparently, everything is my fault. I don't understand. Can't he just man up and take the consequences. Its his fault for her death.

I walked into my bathroom and turned the shower on. Letting the water run I looked in the mirror. A bruise was already forming on my cheek. The purple musing together with the red, as if someone had painted a picture of abuse on my face.

I tend to wear alot of make up. I usually use concealer to conceal my bruises. Other days I just come up with a lie for as to why I have a bruise. Walking into the refrigerator seems to be a great excuse. Everyone believes it. 

I sighed. When the water was just right I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower. The water flowed down my body relieving all the tension and pain that was spreading through my aching body. 

I grabbed my coconut shampoo and squeezed a dime size amount into the palm of my hand. I massaged it through my hair, making sure to scrub my scalp. While rinsing the soap out of my hair, I closed my eyes. I opened my eyes and grabbed my daily moisturizing conditioner. After rinsing the conditioner from my hair, I grabbed my mint green lufa. I applied my coconut body wash, and lathered it onto my body. I washed the soap off and turned the shower off.

I wrapped a towel around my body and stepped out of the bathroom. I walked to my closet. Looking down at my shin I noticed a bruise. Jeans, leggings, yoga pants, or sweatpants it is. I decided on wearing my black adidas sweatpants and a mint green tank top. I slipped on my under armour socks and my mint green converses. (Outfit above in media.)

I decided to go to Starbucks and order my favourite drink. I unplugged my phone from the charger, grabbed my keys and walked downstairs. Checking to make sure I had everything I shut the door and locked it.

I jumped into my beat up truck and turned it on. I plugged in my iPhone and hit shuffle. Rolling the windows down and turning the volume up, I waited for a song to play. Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance blared through the speakers. I sang along. This song makes me feel so damn energetic.

I stopped at the stop sign and turned my turning signal on. When the other lanes were clear I pulled into the small parking lot of my safe haven, Starbucks. I took the key out of the ignition and unplugged my phone. I slid my phone into my pocket and walked inside the small coffee shoppe.

Kaitlyn was working today. She was my favorite barista. She always knew what I wanted. "I can take the next guest!" She said in her usual cheery tone. Looking up and noticing it was me she nodded and started making my coffee. "One carmel frappe with coolwhip ready to go!" She said looking at me. "Your total is $4.82." She said. I handed her the money and a $5 tip. I always tip her that much. She smiled and handed me my coffee. I took a sip and realized she snuck some extra carmel. She winked as I walked out if the shoppe.

I unlocked my truck and sat in the seat. After plugging in my phone and turning the truck on, I hit the play button on my phone. Good Girls by 5 Seconds of Summer came one. I love this song because one, the guys are hot as hell and it gives an opinion about girls.

Most girls aren't all goody two shoes. We can be rebels too. Yeah we may cover it up with our sweet little charm but we're all bad girls just some of us haven't been caught. We don't live up to the expectations of being perfect models. We all make mistakes, just some of us have our ways of putting on this fake protective shield.

I pulled out of the small parking lot while taking a sip of my coffee again. I drove back to my house and got out of the truck. I unplugged my phone and shut the door. I walked over to my house and unlocked the front door. I walked inside the house and shut the door, then locked it.

After finishing my coffee I threw the cup away. I sat down on the couch and grabbed my phone out of my pocket. Typing in my password, I heard the door bell. I wonder who could be at the door? No one visits here anymore ever since my mother died.

I stood up and jogged to the kitchen. I grabbed a frying pan and went to the door. You never know who you're dealing with.

When I opened the door, no one was there, just a package. I looked at the box and saw there was no return to sender stamp on there. Damn it. How am I supposed to know who sent it?

But me being me I took the package inside and shut the door. I grabbed a knife and cut the tape. While unfolding the flaps my phone chimed. I checked my phone and it was a message from an unknown number.

Unknown Number: Hope you like your present princess. ❤

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A/N
Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!

Who do you think the mysterious person is?

And what's in the package?

Question of the chapter: Whats your name or preferred name?

My answer: Liv

Love you babes!

-Liv xoxo

Status: Edited