Snow

three.

snow thought the antlers would look amazing on her wall. they were so pretty, so dainty, so perfect, and perfect girls should have perfect things. snow decided she'd hang the fawn's antlers on her wall- next to all of her other trophies. it made her feel better about herself in a way, knowing one by one, soon snow would be the fairest of them all.

it was hard to pull the antlers out of the fawns head, she had to twist them and turn the antlers relentlessly. by the time she'd finished, snow felt like she had ran a marathon. it was about three in the afternoon when snow started to head back home, she stayed in the forest for a couple hours after she de-horned the fawn. snow just couldn't fathom the thought of going back to that awful apartment, her body filled with dread whenever the idea popped up.

snow knew her father would be drunk. he always is after fighting with her step-mother. and her step-mother would probably go find another hookup,and bring them to the house, which would make her father drink even more. snow admitted she was scared, her father had no boundaries when he drank.

snow didn't bother knocking on the door, she slithered in as quiet as she could. but her effort was hopeless, her father was waiting for her on the musty, olive couch in front of the broken television.

"you've been gone long." he said, not taking his eyes off of the screen. snow shivered, knowing something was off. the television wasn't playing. snow contemplated on leaving again, most likely to her kingdom. she decided against it, maybe her father was sober.

"yes. I have been in the forest all day, and I lost track of time." snow responded, twirling her ebony hair.

her skin was itching, her fingers twitching, anxious. snow's father sighed and set down his bottle. oh no. snow thought. this was bad. she knew it since she saw the bottle in his hand. it was whiskey, a full bottle of whiskey this morning. now drained, not a drop in the glass. snow backed up precariously, grasping the handle of the door, ready to sprint out. snow did not want to be beaten again.

"I'm not mad, snow. I just want to tell you something." her father started, snow's shoulders relaxed a little. "come close to me sweetheart." he cooed.

snow tiptoed to him, regretting it almost instantly, as she smelt the whiskey laced in his breath so intensely, snow started to gag. snow's father beckoned her closer, she didn't want to be near him yet her feet kept walking and walking dragging her body until- there he was. "yes, father?" snow whimpered. he cracked a vicious smile, and picked up the bottle.

"bitch." he muttered, and smashed the broken glass of whiskey on her head.

poor snow, too innocent and much too forgiving.