"DID YOU NOT HEAR ME", Is screamed at me as I stand up. I taste blood in my mouth, and I feel the bruise that is starting to form. I hide my face and shake my head. This always happens. No matter what I do Papa finds an excuse so he can hit me. I don't want to see the anger on his face I already know is there, but I look at him anyways. When I look he starts to yell again, but its all in the background. I know what he wants now but I can't give it to him. I've tried. When I notice he has stopped yelling, I look back and see that he has passed out again on the couch.
I climb the latter into the attic and find my spot near the window. I always have loved it up here. Its very small and dusty, but I like to look out the window and think. I look around and pick up this book that was sitting on top of a box of old baby clothes. I open it and stare. I wish Mom would have taught me how to read and write before she left. I could really use it right now. I trace over the ink with my finger tips. I look outside and wonder about what it'd be like if I ran away. Maybe I could find Mom and she could tell me all those silly fairy tales again. I smile at the thought
YOU ARE READING
princess
RomanceA very poor abused girl finds herself in love with royalty, and every one is against it.
