Princess

She sat in a corner,knees drawn up to her chest,eyes shut as do tight it hurt.She didn't want him to see her,to touch her aqain or to call her his princess, or his angel because for all she knew,a crown would never rest on her shaven head,nor would she ever sprout a halo.After all,the princesses she had read about in her comic books were always pretty,with long hair,and ruby red lips;not ugly, with shaven head scraped weekly with an old shaving blade, dry parched lips and a scar on the left cheek-No,that was no princess look.
She wished he would just eat his meal and go to bed. The last time he had whipped her,it had been over a cup of water.She had served his meal and left without putting his usual cup of water by the side.Minutes later,he had called her and scolded her and she had breathed a sigh of relief,thinking it was the end.Unfortunately,her luck ran out as he has dealt her a blow on the jaw and proceeded to whip her senseless.Eventually, she had blacked out on the fourth stroke(or so she thought because everything had been black),until she had woken up a few minutes later to see him by her side,frantically trying to revive her.
'Oh,my princess',he had repeatedly called as he carried her to her room and laid her on the bed .From there she had drifted into oblivion, the word 'princess' ringing in her ears.
This life she lived was no fairytale.