Notice: The book that you are reading does include violence and mature scenes. Read at your own risk. Any pictures placed in chapters don't belong to me, but their rightful owners. Any names that you come across in this book were made from imagination. With that being said enjoy luvs!!!

•Cast•

• lucky blue smith// Brian white

• sira Kante// Kinsley Knight

• Djimon Hounsou // Kevin Knight

• Kate Winslet // Lily white

I was little I always heard of those fairytales of the princess and the prince. The prince had a pretty white horse and would save the princess from danger and was handsome of course. I always wanted that fairytale, even if my prince didn't have a white horse. I needed to be saved from danger.

where was my prince when I need him?

"When I came home from work the house better be spotlessly clean, clean that damn blood up too." He walked out and slammed the door behind him. I gained the strength to get up ignoring the pain in different 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 loving and caring like every father should be to their child.

Then my mother died and everything changed. He got drunk more than usual and beating me became a regular routine in this household. After a couple kicks to the ribs you begin to get use to the feeling. Pain. I don't expect anything different anymore. This is how it's been and it's how it'll be.

I grabbed all the cleaning supplies and begin to clean up dried up blood from last nights beating. I washed all the dishes and put the various bottles in a bag for the dumpster tomorrow morning. I limped to the bathroom, 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. I carefully scrubbed myself free of blood and whatever else that cling to me.

After taking the shivering cold shower I walked to my room and began to put on makeup to cover up the bruises that were visible to the eye. I put on a basic white tee and blue jeans and an old pair of white converse. I grabbed my book bag, jacket, And bus card and began my journey out the door and to the bus stop.

This is just the beginning.