He was back again. The grand emperor of Rijal was here to "chat" with the king, my stepfather. The grand emperor's "chats" with the king were nothing more then empty threats. 'Do this, or else I'll bomb your kingdom!' 'Do this, or I'll poison your water supply!'. The only remotely harming thing he had done to the kingdom was kick a rose bush on his way out of the palace. For the past year or so he had been "chatting" with the king to marry me off to his son Nukwu. I've only seen Nukwu once and it was about two months ago. I was going to use the restroom when I saw him making out with my stepbrother. I still have nightmares.

The negotiations aren't going well and I've begged on multiple occasions to my father to not make me marry Nukwu. Luckily, my dad doesn't give a crap about me and has continued the negotiations with the grand emperor. I've had trouble sleeping the past few months. I imagine Nukwu laying next to me. I think I'd probably rather die.

Four hours later the grand emperor walks out of the palace with a smug look on his face. He saunters over to the giant parked car waiting for him, flings open the door, crosses his arms, and sits down. I'm tempted to flip him off as his car drives away but I refrain because I don't want to make him so mad he knocks over a tulip. Then out of no where, my father slams my door open. He angrily walks over to my chair by the window where I'm sitting and grabs my arm with a grip that hurts so bad I feel tears in my eyes. I wince as he drags me all the way from my room to his bedroom. He shuts the door and locks it after all of the servants and what not leave at his angry command. To my horror he retrieves a belt from his ginormous closet. He's unrolling the belt as he walks over to me, keeping eye contact. His eyes like daggers. I instinctively start moving slowly backwards. Quicker then I expected I back in to  a wall. My father grabs my arm, pushes back the sleeve of my dress, holds my wrist with unbreakable grip, rears his arm back, and pain so violent courses through my body and I collapse on the floor. The belt comes down on my arm so many times my vision goes black at the edges.
He whispers threw his teeth, "I wish that you would just go and die."
He leaves throught the door at the back of the room. The door that leads to his balcony. Hot, silent tears rush down my face and I slowly look down at my bleeding bleeding bleeding arm. Scars scars scars are coming to visit soon. Except they won't go back to where they came from. I crawl backwards from the floor, limping slightly because of the pain so much pain oh God the pain. I open the door and shakily stand up, a look of shock and pain pain pain still stuck stuck stuck on my face. I walk, hunched over, to my room. When I get there I slam the door closed. I sink to the floor right in front of it, pull my knees up to my face, put my head down, and cry.