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His Princess

07. Back to Real Life

Real life began catching up with me the moment I walked out of that hotel room. Harry and Louis were in the hallway, so they bid me goodnight and disappeared into their separate rooms.

Standing alone in the hallway, I was reminded that I had forgotten to do something, something that I would pay the dire consequences for very soon. I realized that I hadn’t even texted my mom and let her know where I was or what I was doing. It wasn’t that she actually cared about my well-being and was worried about me all die, but she liked to get angry. She liked finding things to get angry about, things to punish me for.

This was going to be ugly.

As I pulled into the driveway with my headlights off so they couldn’t see how slow I was driving in, I called Maw and requested she keep Mika for another night. Like always, she agreed to keep her and made me promise to be careful. No matter how careful I was, my mom and uncle were gonna be pissed because Maw keeping Mika tonight meant that they wouldn’t get to see her this weekend.

That’s only bad for one reason.

I barely made it through the threshold before the screaming started. Even though it was on the other side of the house, I could hear it. What was actually being screamed was a mystery, but I could hear that something was.

It wasn’t until my mother was a few rooms away that I began to feel queasy and a bit unsteady because I could hear her. I could hear just how angry she was.

Until she got in the room, she wasn’t yelling anything that required a response.

She stormed over to me and grabbed my face. Though she wasn’t as strong as I was, she was my mother. I couldn’t actually do anything to get away.

“Where have you been?” she shouted directly into my ear. “I told you to be back by seven this morning and to text me if that was gonna be a problem!”

I clamped one hand over the ear she yelled into, the ringing ear, and closed my eyes. “I’m really sorry, Mom. I—”

“You were sleeping around and partying, weren’t you?” she screeched. “Don’t lie to me!”

“The concert ran over,” I said, and even though we hadn’t managed to get tickets to the concert, she didn’t need to know that. “We went back to Sparrow’s, fell asleep, and just woke up not too long ago. We ate, and I came here.”

I had hoped Mom and I would be the only two in this unnecessarily loud conversation, but I didn’t have good luck when it came to the nightmare of my family.

The excessively loud footsteps were uncomfortably close, so I closed my eyes and braced myself for the worst.

Anything could happen at this point.

My uncle stormed his way into the room and didn’t say a word, at first anyways. He simply
crossed the room and slapped me so hard across the face that I had to catch myself on the table so I didn’t fall in the floor.

“Don’t lie to us like we’re ignorant!”

“I’m not lying!” I insisted, but I knew it was pointless. Even if I really was telling the truth, I would get it just the same.

He shoved me back into the wall and took a hard kick right into my tibia. “You’re a selfish little slut! And where’s your sister?! Did you forget about your responsibilities as well? That’s very immature of you! And you want us to treat you like an adult?!” There was a lot of effort put into his next hit. Like a slingshot, he pulled his arm back and fired, right against my left eye. “Now, because of your irresponsibility, we don’t get to see her for the rest of the week!
How does that make you feel?”

“Proud!” I exclaimed, but the moment the words left my mouth, I wished that I could take them back. I couldn’t do that, so I decided that since I had dug my own grave, might as well dig it right. “At least she’s safe from you.”

I could see the breakdown in his eyes as he lost any sense of control he might’ve had on his temper. The saddest part was, there was no alcohol in him to make him this way. He was just bitter and mean, and he hated everything about me.

That wasn’t just a stupid teenager talking about the man married to my mother. On more than one occasion, he’s told me that he does.

My uncle started taking multiple shots to my face. One straight to my nose, another to the left side of my jaw, and another right to my left eye again.

Some hits were harder than others, but with everything in my being, I hoped that he wouldn’t leave marks. Marks of any kind were always so hard to cover up, and it usually hurt pretty bad to do it. But I had to if I wanted to keep Mika, if I wanted to protect my family’s name. Somehow, every day I had to put on makeup and a smile and just pretend that everything’s okay.

Somehow.

I could always tell when he had gotten his rage out of his system because the last couple of punches weren’t so hard. This time, he grabbed my arms and just threw me onto the ground.

This happened on occasion, but on normal occasions, he just left me in the floor and went back to whatever he had been doing before I pissed him off. This time was different, though.

I guess it was punishment for telling him like it was. One solid kick from his steel toed boots landed right in the side of my chest, reflecting off of my ribs and possibly cracking a few of them. It certainly felt like it.

Just taking a small breath hurt, and I knew if I stayed to get another kick, I might not be able to soon. So I scrambled to my feet before he decided to kick me again and took off for my room, very painfully.

My leg hurt. My face felt like I had been smashed over the head with a big rock, and my ribs were no different.

“Grow up!” he yelled after me. “How will you ever live in life and survive being as immature and slutty as you are? You must learn respect, your highness!”

When I got to my room, I locked and barred the doors—both of them. Mika and I shared a bathroom, so it was connected to both rooms. Sometimes, he liked to come through the bathrooms and surprise me that way, and I couldn’t take any surprises tonight.
Tears usually didn’t come with any physical pain. I was normally able to just ignore it and move on with my life, but breathing was so essential and so constant that I couldn’t just ignore it. I felt like I was suffocating, and all I could do was let the tears fall down my blood soaked face.

My nose, though it was bloody, wasn’t hard to fix. I put some tape on it and checked the other visible places he hit me. It didn’t take much observation to figure out that I was gonna be very unlucky tonight. Every single place he hit me was gonna have a bruise or mark of some sort. You could tell by the bright red, almost purple color that each swollen place had
turned.

What would Niall say tomorrow? Would he freak out? Would he question it at all?

It was a secret I had kept so well from pretty much everybody, but it was possible that Niall Horan might figure it out. Then, on the other hand, if I didn’t go, not only would we both be upset that I broke my promise, but also, I would be stuck here to possibly get even more bruises.

I had to go to school Monday. It wasn’t really an option, so I had pretty much screwed everything up. No matter how I looked at it, people might find out about what happens behind closed doors, and the thought of losing Mika . . . I couldn’t handle it.

There was a part of me that just wanted to tell my dad the truth so he could take me away from here, but telling him wasn’t a fix all. It would just create more problems by fixing the one.

For one, all of my life, the family history that I’ve tried to keep a secret would be exposed to the world, and my life would explode into a chaos similar to the guys’ lives. I put on a face for Niall because I had to, because he wasn’t gonna suffer because of me, but I wasn’t ready for that kind of thing.

Then, at the same time, I knew that if I left this place with my dad, if I told him the truth and let him take me away, Mika would be stuck here, and if Mika was stuck here, she would get what I get.

That’s why I cut myself all those times. Any time I messed up and Mika got beaten, I punished myself. No one knew why I did it, and I never wanted to tell anyone, but Mika never deserved to be beaten to the point she couldn’t move the next day. I had to forge her a note for school saying that she was sick because despite how much calcium and vitamins she takes, her bones are weaker than most. Her entire body is fragile and beyond breakable. Honestly, every time he beat her, I couldn’t bear to see her pain, but more than that, I hated not knowing if she was gonna live or not. One punch just a little too hard, and she’s gone forever.

She didn’t deserve this life. I wish she didn’t have to endure it, but at eleven years old, she’s already seen more pain and suffering than most people see in their entire lives. Yeah, maybe she lives in a fantasy world and is absolutely in love with One Direction, but that’s the only way she stays sane and keeps herself from going off the edge. It’s the only thing holding her down to normalcy.

That’s another reason why what they did this morning was so incredible. She needed hope in life, and I saw that hope and love for life that I hadn’t seen in a long time plastered all over her face. Meeting One Direction meant everything to her, and I was able to give her that special thing in her life . . . the thing that made her feel like the luckiest kid in the world, even if she was in a pretty fucked up family.

There was more to my family than anyone knew, including Sparrow. She didn’t know that I was the lovechild in a really messed up affair. She knew that Mika and I weren’t full blooded sisters, but she didn’t realize that Mika’s dad was also my uncle.

You see, my mom and uncle got married before he shipped off to war. While he was away, she visited my dad in Prosland—the country he lives in—got him drunk, seduced him, and got pregnant with his child. When my uncle got back, it was obviously not his kid, so he’s hated me ever since. Of course, my mom claimed my dad took advantage of her miserable, needy state, so all my uncle sees me as is a memory of his brother’s betrayal.

Pathetic, I know, but he is pathetic. He came home from Afghanistan early because he was dishonorably discharged for beating a nurse. They didn’t press charges because he was “suffering from PTSD” when really he just has an excessive need to control things. He needs to feel the power of beating a woman who isn’t already so submissive to him, like my mom. It’s why he either beats Mika or me, but I always step up and take the blame for whatever made him mad so he doesn’t hurt her. The only times Mika was ever touched was when I wasn’t here or when he was really punishing me.

That’s why I never left her here alone, and now, if I knew that I was gonna be in serious trouble, I didn’t take any chances. I left her somewhere else.

As I sat down on the edge of my bed, the pain of my day came rushing in. Breathing, which was hard enough as it was with the possibly cracked ribs, became nearly impossible. My lungs felt like they were collapsing, and my heart physically hurt. What started out as such a great day didn’t really end that way. Niall got hurt because of the asshole that wanted to use me as the other woman.

At this point, I didn’t really even notice the pain in my ankle. When I looked down at it, even though it looked swollen, the place on my leg that my uncle had kicked so vigorously stood out even more. The pain did as well.

My physical pain didn’t really compare to the emotional pain, and the shittiest part was that it shouldn’t hurt like this. Irritating? Yeah. The guy was a pig, but it shouldn’t hurt this badly.

Maybe it didn’t really have anything to do with the fact that it happened. Maybe it had everything to do with the fact that it happened after being noticed for the first time in my life.

Or maybe it wasn’t that either. Maybe this was hard to accept because I knew it was what needed to be done. Say it had turned into something. Say Daniel hadn’t lied, and the night had gone splendidly. What then? We start seeing each other? For how long? Eventually, seeing each other leads to meeting each other’s family, and that just wasn’t possible with me.

My family wasn’t something anyone wanted to get into, either side of it. The fact that no one would ever want to become a part of either side of my family made me miserable since the day I realized it, and it was probably the reason I was so miserable now.

Well, I wasn’t usually miserable, per say, but I wasn’t really happy. Despite everything, I did my best to be optimistic, but I was alone and would continue to be alone—other than Mika, Sparrow, Maw, and Paw.

It was why grasping that One Direction really saw a friend in me was impossible for me to do. I was alone, and I needed to stay that way, but them of all people noticing me . . . .

Maybe I would’ve been better off if I had stayed home instead of going out with Sparrow. I never would’ve met Daniel, and I never would’ve met One Direction. My life would’ve stayed at the same place, and I never would’ve put myself in a position to bring outsiders into it.

That was a bad idea.

Notes

The lyrics are from The World Calling by There For Tomorrow. I love that band. <3

Anyways, hope you guys enjoy the . . . rather depressing chapter. I'm sorry if the stuff with her family is confusing. It gets explained later, I promise.

Let me know what you guys think!

Comments

TO THE READERS!
I thought I would inform you as the sister of the author that this story will be on hold for a long time as she just gave birth to a little baby boy a little over 2 months ago and is busy being a full-time mom. Sorry and I hope everyone can understand!

xXFluffy_GruXx xXFluffy_GruXx
6/22/16

Yasssss!!

Niall_Is_Life Niall_Is_Life
1/8/15

This was so worth the wait!!!


... After the wait was over lOl kehe I love this update!

A Chance A Chance
12/27/14

OMG an Update!!!! I feel like it's been a gazillion years ☺

Niall_Is_Life Niall_Is_Life
12/23/14

This story is amazing af, I'm so excited to read it every time you update! :))