At age 14 I had all I needed. My house, my parents, my toys. My dad, being a king is always busy, and so is my mom. I am an only child and I only have my toys to play with. I play with my dolls, the damsels I like to call them, and all of my guy dolls, or knights, I like to call them. I play with my damsels more because the knights remind me of my dad and my dad is mean.
I hear a knock, then my dad's voice. "You ready to play?"
"Daddy," I say. "I don't want to and it hurts."
"I know but it will help you."
My dad comes to me and pulls off his cloak. He unbuttones his pants I scream as he picks me up and puts me on my bed. I cry and cry. He slides down his pants. I try to push him away. He pulls up my dress. I black out from the pain. I have no memory after that.
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Assassin Love
Teen FictionHolding onto her past, Alexandra Hepburn, flees to become an assassin. Her father, the king, wants her to be the perfect girl that she could be. The king wanted her to marry the Prince of Relaysia, Diego Mize. Relaysia, being a Hispanic country, sp...
