Chapter 1: where are you?

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When I was little, I always read about the princesses getting their knight and shining armor. The prince would have the prettiest white horse and would save the princess from any danger that came her way. I craved to live in that fairytale, even if it didn't come with a horse or armor.

where was my prince when I needed him?

"When I come back home this house better be spotless." He said before walking out, slamming the door behind him.

I conjured up the strength to get up, ignoring the pain in various parts of my body. This was the third time this week my father had beat me, then again who's been keeping count of all the other times. He never acted this way before, he was once loving and caring as every father should be to their daughter. When my mother died everything changed. He had gotten more intoxicated than usual thus hitting me had become my normal routone.

A couple kicks in and the pain somewhat subsides; almost as if it's engraved in you. Pain. I expect nothing less. This is how it's been and it's how it'll be. 

I grabbed cleaning supplies to begin cleaning up dried-up blood from last night's beating. I followed up with washing all the dishes and putting the various beer bottles in a bag for the dumpster tomorrow morning. I limped to the bathroom, silently cursing every step I took till I got there. I stripped myself of the bloody clothes and stepped in the shower turning on the cold water fearful the hot water would make my open wounds sting more then they do now. I carefully scrubbed myself free of blood and whatever else clung to me.

I reached up to turn the water off while watching the rust-colored blood run down the drain. I walked to my room and began to put on makeup to cover up the visible bruises while putting ointment on the open sores though I felt it wasn't necessary since I'll be receiving fresh ones later. I sighed at myself in the mirror before reaching for my usual long-sleeved shirt and oversized joggers with pull string to grasp my waist. I grabbed my bag, zip-up hoodie, and bus card before heading toward the door.

This is just the beginning.

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