His broken princess|✔️

Three

Sorry that this chapter is out a little late, I have been busy at home. I know it is short but remember I am going back to school soon and that is more important!
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*Edited*
I woke the next morning with a sharp pain in my head. I dragged myself from the couch and pulled myself up the seemingly steep stairs. I stumbled into the washroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

What mess has he made this time.

I stared in horror as I saw makeup smeared all over my face and my hair matted down by dried blood.

I quickly hopped in the shower and turned the hot water on. I sat on the cold, marble flooring and cried; remembering what happened last night.

"Why me?" I asked the wet walk in front of me.
"WHY ME!?" I was enraged! I had so many questions about my life and no one, not even my own father could explain to me.

How could my mother who I loved so much leave me with such a monster. How could the father I adored turn into someone I cried myself asleep about at night.

Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I slumped out of the shower with a few tears still lingering on my face.

As I listened, I noticed I didn't hear my dad at all. Not even the faint snoring that he always does. I crept into his bedroom and the smell of alcohol immediately hit me. Held my nose as I looked around the room. No pictures of mom anywhere... 

I really didn't feel like going to school today. I didn't want to deal with the questions about what happened. I didn't want to have to make up yet another lie about me falling down the stairs. Even to my worried best friends, Eliza and Grace.

When I got to school I could feel everyone staring at me. I just looked down at the floor and acted like I didn't care. I didn't. After I got out of sight, I looked around for Eliza and Grace; they were nowhere to be seen-good.

The bell went and the sound went straight to my head. Last night he hit me harder than usual. Must've been the alcohol. I tried to get the thought out of my mind whilst I walked into math class. Oh great-Jason was there.

I sat down cautiously, trying to make sure he didn't see the mark on my head and ask a ton of questions.

When class ended I walked out alone and, again, avoided my friends.

When the bell went for lunch I went alone and sat at a table in the back of the dining hall. No one ever sat there  anyway.

I took one bite out of my Pasta and suddenly tasted sick in my mouth. I ran off to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet.

I heard someone coming in the bathroom and shut the stall door.

"I swear she's trying to steal him from me!" I recognised that voice. Anyone would. Zara.
"Yeah Zara!" See.
"Don't worry, he'll never love a skank like her while he's got me!" I hear the smugness in her voice. I can practically hear her flipping her hair.

They all walked out laughing and I was safe to leave the stall.

I felt too ill to go back to the lesson so I decided to go to the nurse instead. She took my temperature and said that if I wanted, I could go home. I knew everything anyway so I wouldn't miss out on learning. Plus what's one day going to do? I said I was too ill to stay and she said that I could go home for the rest of the day.

"Let me just call your father sweetheart, then we will send you home." My heart stopped.
"NO!" Oops, I didn't mean to say it that loud. She looked shocked with her eyes open wide.
"...M-my dad isn't home!" Was the best excuse I could think of.
"..Well...I will send you home just this once but tell your father that if there is any trouble to call me straight away okay?"
"Ok miss, thankyou."
Well that was a relief.

Let's just hope my dad isn't home.