The rogue princess

Pathetic little punching bag

Freya POV

I almost drowned in his green eyes, not only was he the most handsome man I had ever seen, but he was also the only one who truly cared for me. My eyes didn’t even leave his as he raked his manly hand through his rich brown hair, the waves falling back into place as soon as they slipped through his fingers.

I was so lost, mesmerised even that I hadn’t noticed the drunken savage swinging a bat at Alex’s head until it was too late.

“No!” I begged. “No!” I pleaded. “No!” I screamed. “Please!” I cried.

I didn’t know why I bothered, I knew he wouldn’t listen. All my squealing did, was give me a sore throat and him more of an incentive to beat him, when he saw I cared for him. To my father, this was just another form of punishment to subject me to.

I cringed at the sight of the blood splattering across the walls and staining my grubby clothes. I shut my eyes tight and prayed to whoever would listen when I heard a crack, I knew he would heal but just the sight of how much of a thrill my father was getting from this brutal attack made my stomach churn.

When my father finally grew tired from the strenuous beating he had inflicted on poor Alex his evil grin and psychotic eyes turned their attention to me. He dropped the bat, narrowly missing Alex’s unconscious face and slowly stalked towards me and within three steps he had me, his fists once again knotted in my hair, forcing my face closer to Alex’s still body.

“Look at prince charming now, you little b***h. Think he was going to save you did you?” I felt saliva hit the side of my neck and face as he spat out the words close to my ear. “Better give him one last kiss before we go.” He snickered and shoved my face into Alex’s lips.

I took comfort in the fact I could feel Alex’s breath against my face, I took a swift inhalation, making a mental note of his scent mixed with spicy aftershave, before my father roughly dragged me back and began rummaging through Alex’s pockets, he pulled out car keys that were hanging from his finger by the link of a metallic wolf’s head keychain. He hauled me up and dragged me to the car, his hands still knotted in my long hair.

My head slammed against the metal of the door as he threw me into the front passenger seat and swung the door shut, before my leg was even in the car causing a crack and sharp pain to my shin and calf. My father looked down at me in disgust as I let out a pained squeal.

“Shut the f**k up, you are a pathetic excuse for a she wolf. I wonder if you really are one.” He sneered at me as a single stray tear escaped my eye.

I pulled my leg into the car, hissing through the pain occurring from the movement. The door slammed shut and he got into the driver’s side, slotting the keys into the ignition. He watched as I plugged in my seatbelt with a raised brow.

“Why bother? No one would notice if you didn’t exist.” He smirked.

“Why bother taking me with you then? Let me go and I wouldn’t be such a burden to you.” I hissed, not knowing where I got the courage to speak to him in such a manner.

He leaned in towards me and I turned my face away from him as I felt his foul breath fanning the back of my neck.

“Who would I take my anger out on if my little punching bag wasn’t around?”

With that he grabbed my head and smashed it against the window with such force, my blood decorated the glass. As the dizziness set in, I could just about make out the trees begin to fly past the window as the car sped down the dark roads.

We pulled up into a rundown underground carpark, my father got out and walked around to my side, dragging me out by my forearm, before slamming the door closed and abandoning the car.

We walked around the unknown area for an hour until we found a cheap hotel. Stepping through the door, the warmth instantly hit me, a nice change from the icy air outside. The smartly dressed woman behind the desk gave us a questionable look as my father dragged me, limping due to the pain in my shin towards the desk.

“A twin room.” He said gruffly.

The woman took a step backward, looking at us with disgust and disdain.

“We haven’t got any left.” She said, not even checking the availability on her computer.

“Then a single will do.” He countered through gritted teeth.

“I don’t know whether we have any left.” She said with a fake smile. “Sorry.” She added sarcastically.

“Well check then. I’ll sleep on the f*****g floor if I need to.”

The receptionist tutted and took a step forward gingerly, her eyes glaring daggers at my father. She tapped a couple of buttons and pulled out a card from under the desk.

“How many nights?” She asked in a bored voice.

“One.” He answered.

“seventy a night for a single room.”

She glared at his hand in disgust for a minute or so as he held out the money to pay for the room. He began to wave it around in the air when she hadn’t moved to take it. I could feel his already vice like grip on my arm tightening as his anger began to creep to the surface. The woman looked at me in concern as she noticed me begin to wince, turning her attention on the grip he had on my arm.

“Put it on the counter.” She nodded between his fistful of cash and the desktop.

He slammed the money onto the desk, followed by a clout of his fist, making both me and the woman jump and squeak simultaneously. The woman squared her shoulders and once again looked fiercely at my father as she threw the key card towards him.

“There should be spare blankets and pillows in the room. Enjoy your night.” She said bitchily to him, but gave me a sympathetic look.

I turned back in the direction of the receptionist as I heard her growl and mutter something to herself under her breath, before spraying the area with air freshener and wiping the desk with disinfectant wipes, leaving me flushed with embarrassment.

We passed door after door until we finally found our room, he shoved me inside and locked the door behind us.

He made his way over to the bed, turning on the Tv and laying back against the headboard as I curled myself into a ball on the floor, he turned the volume up to the highest as he noticed I was trying to doze off, after all making my life a living hell was his main hobby.

Once I heard his loud snores I crawled under the bed, trying to evade the light and noise of the television, I couldn’t turn it off, because I knew it would wake the sleeping giant, but the bed half muffled the sound and kept out the flashing lights.

I was woken by a strong hand clutching my ankle and dragging me from under the bed roughly, the cheap carpet grazing my back as my black oversized shirt rode up at the back with the movement. I was once again being pulled to my feet by my locks when I had emerged from the shaded place I had been sleeping.

“Trying to hide from me huh?” He sneered in my face.

“N...No.” I replied wearily.

“Good, because know this. I will always find you, my little punching bag.” His words rang in my ears, putting the fear of the Goddess into me.

If I was to believe anything he said, they would be the words that would prove to be true. I just had a feeling that if I ever did manage to escape his company, it wouldn’t be for long and once he did find me, I would get a punishment that I didn’t even want to imagine.

“Go, have a piss. We leave in three minutes.”

When I returned to the room he was zipping his jacket up, trying to hide a blanket inside. He grabbed a couple of discarded empty drinks bottles and handed them to me, nodding to the bathroom.

“Fill ‘em up.”

I turned on my heel and strode back into the bathroom, running the sink’s cold water tap for a couple of seconds before rinsing out the bottles and refilling them with the water.

I re-entered the main room with the two full bottles and handed them back to him.

As we left the room and started down the hallway, a cleaning trolley sat outside one of the rooms and I saw my father’s eyes light up. He stopped at the trolley, emptying it of it’s complimentary biscuits and passing me a blanket to hide under my clothes. I wrapped it around my waist and hugged myself to keep it in place. The next thing he grabbed, surprised me, he filled his breast pocket with bars of mini soaps. And my hopes were high for actually being clean for once.