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Chapter 1
The knight picks up his sword and shield, ready for battle. He knew what his mission was. He was going to save the princess. He ran down the corridor, slamming open the door in front of him. Looking into the room, he spots her…his princess. Walking in, he is met not only with the princess but also her…
Splash
Y/N looks up from her book, only to be met by cars rushing past her, almost splashing water on her again. Looking back at her book, she realizes it is soaked, as if her college classes today weren't challenging already; her favorite book is ruined. She huffed in frustration, putting the book away in her bag.
She sees the headlights of the bus she always takes home in the distance. The thought of going home fills her with a sense of knowing dread. She hates going home, back to her mother and the hell where she was raised. Y/N’s mother was never kind nor nurturing, but rather neglectful and abusive. Y/N practically raised herself. Y/N did everything by and for herself. When Y/N’s mother came home from wherever she was, she would scream at Y/N until her throat was raw, calling her a disgrace, a good-for-nothing daughter, a waste of space. If Y/N wasn't getting braided with hurtful words, she would be physical with Y/N. Throwing anything in reach, punches, slaps, etc.
Y/N is pulled from her thoughts of home momentarily when her bus comes screeching to a halt in front of her. She pulls out her wallet and looks inside, noticing she is a dollar short for the fair. This is her only way home; if she can't take the bus, she will have to walk home in the pouring rain, and who knows how her mother will react to her coming home not only sopping wet but also late. Y/N does the only thing she can in this moment, she begs.
“I am so sorry, but I am a dollar short for the fair… if I could just-” Y/N starts to beg the driver before being cut off.
“If ya ain't got enough money, then you can't ride.” says the man behind the wheel
“Please, sir, I need to get home. I can pay yo-” Y/N is cut off, this time by the bus doors closing.
Y/N watched as the bus left her in the pouring rain. With the bus gone and no other way home, Y/N will have to walk. She will have to walk 2 hours in the rain in New Jersey, which is no place for a woman to be walking alone. But what else can she do? She has no other means of transportation and is not close to anyone she can rely on. Knowing that she has no other choice, she begins to walk. She plugs in her headphones, looks down at her phone, and to her dismay, her phone is minutes away from being dead.
This day could not get any worse.
Y/N did not know what to expect when arriving home. Was her mom even home? If her mom were home, was she asleep already? If she wasn't sleeping, how would she react to being home so late and soaking wet? Turning the corner of her street, she sees her house. The lights are on.
“Shit, Mom's home” Y/N mutters to herself.
As she walks closer and closer to her home, the fear in Y/N builds. She didn't want to get into a fight with her mom tonight. Y/N has already been having an awful day, and a fight with her mom would be the cherry on top of the already shitty day.
Before walking inside, Y/N takes a deep breath, ready to numb all her emotions before stepping into the threshold of hell. With the turn of her key in the door, she is ready. Walking into the house, she is greeted by…nothing. Y/N’s mom is nowhere to be seen. Seeing that Y/N lets out a hefty sigh, thinking she was in the clear, but all of that faded as soon as she heard clanking in the kitchen. Y/N tensed up again, knowing that she would have to cross paths with her mother to get to her room. She dreaded crossing paths. Y/N knew what she was walking into. Y/N entered the kitchen as quietly as possible, but that did not stop Y/N’s mother from noticing her.
“And where the fuck have you been all night?” Y/N’s mother asked in a degrading tone
Y/N could smell the alcohol in the room.
“I had to walk home… I didn't have enoug-” Y/N began before being cut off by a bottle flying past her, nearly hitting her.
“I don't give a FUCK if you had to walk! You are late! On top of that, you are soaking FUCKING wet!” Y/N’s mother began to yell
“Mom, I'm sorry I didn't plan for rain.”
“Did I fucking stutter! I said I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! You're trailing water all through the fucking house, and what…you expect me to clean it… FUCK NO”
Y/N didn't even bother to fight back against her mom. Against anyone else, she is fighting, but against her mom? Useless. Seeing Y/N unresponsive, her mother walked closer to her, raising her hand and slapping Y/N as hard as she possibly could. Y/N collapsed to the ground holding her cheek.
“You think your bitch ass can just ignore me!” Y/N’s mother spat at her, grabbing Y/N by the hair to look at her
“You will answer me when I am speaking to you, you bumb pathetic bitch. I expect all the water to be cleaned up by morning. Now get the fuck out of my face.” Y/N’s mother released her hair. Y/N looked at her mother and just nodded her head.
With Y/N out of her mother's claws, she took her opportunity and raced upstairs to her room.
Y/N could faintly hear her mother yell from downstairs, “I doubt you were this fucking late walking home! You were probably out selling your body, you fucking SLUT!”
Getting into her room, Y/N threw her bag on the ground and crawled into bed, sobbing her eyes out. Y/N knew she had to leave, but had nowhere to go. Y/N crawled out of bed and pulled a box out from under her bed that was labeled ‘freedom’. Y/N counted the money in the box.
“Only $200 more and I'm out of this shit whole.” Y/N whispered to herself before adding more money to her box.
Y/N had dreamed of running away to New Orlands to start a new life. Start fresh. Y/N knew this dream had to come true, and she was going to do everything in her power to make it happen. Y/N slid the box back under her bed and started to get unready from the day she had today.
Lying in bed ready to sleep, Y/N could hear her mother coming upstairs and getting closer and closer to her door.
“Don't forget about the water, you dumb bitch” Y/N's mother said barging in the door, and with a nod from Y/N, her mother left, slamming the door behind her.
Y/N curled up into her bed with tears welling in her eyes. She prayed that tomorrow would be better and that things would change.
And change it will, but not in the way she expected.