The Alpha Princess.

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usual. Sadly and conveniently, I got accustomed to his s

last night. At one point during his rampage, he got tired from using his fi

ything to upset

bruised body. I was too exhausted since I did

e cramped bathroom at the end of the hall. When I finished my very quick shower, I wor

the last day of high school. I was mentally unprepared to end this

ossible. I did not want to see Raymond first thing in the morning, ye

as Raymond. His grip on me was too tight to free myself from it. The sam

e in the attic for a week without water or food. I did not know how I survived for that long, yet

ght of committing suicide. I would not end my life with my own hands. I would rather be killed

't fair

lways constipated face. I hated him. I hoped for the minimum punishment today, or at leas

to smile. I did not remember the last time I saw his happy face. His fierce green eyes

t. He hated it when I averted my gaze from his, and I learned that

s over. I will have guests in the evening, so I want you to make

been worse, he did not lay a hand on me, and I did not want to jinx my luck. I ra

l morning, and it had been years since I felt this refreshed. The chilly weather was perfect for me since my

I missed being this small, where my parents were still alive. They were the sun that gu

o help, and I was only eight. Money was never a problem because our parents saved money for us in case of an em

flipped. Everything turned upside down one day, and I did not know w

w that I was about to crash into my school entrance. I swiftly slammed my hand on the brakes and compl

I wasn't paying attention, I'm sorr-" she cu

you didn't hit me. A

Yes, and go

she asked with a grin, and I chuckled. She w

mitted. If I were more precise, it was my first home because I did not view t

o keep it that way. No one knew, not even my best friend, becaus

ed, her wide black eyes were dancing with excitement, and her brown hair was bouncing up and

students and teachers as we walked through the hallways. I was not the popular student with

imming in my first year of high school. I loved sports, it was the only activity I could prac

acher liked to be called, cleared his throat. "Good morning,

s clown, asked. We laughed, and Jaona

here, I want every one of you, ladies and gentlemen, to discuss your thoughts about your future," he announced, and most students groaned. It was a challenge to talk abo

He would be having guests, and I needed to think of a very good meal to

of my rips and my index finger. I had bruises on my stomach, which lasted for more than a month. I was a mess, and yet he re

lder, where I got a punch from Raymond the other day.

es

and saw that he was waiting for me to stand up an

. tha

ur thoughts or future plan with us

f the class and smiled. "High school was great," I began speakin

ul for it," I said. It was my safe haven from Raymond. "Joana, you are one of my favorite teachers, and everyone knows that your classes are incredible. You would always say that to have the rainbow, we have to love the rain. Thank you because this phrase was on my mind whenever I was upset," or

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