Abused queen (dark romance)

one

     I looked at myself on my full-length mirror, and smiled, liking what I saw. My make up was simple but on point. My lips were as red as blood and a nude eye shadow complimented my glowing skin. I was not the one to always put too much make up, but today I went as far as I got, but still being myself. I put a little blush and black eyeliner, and made sure to put it the right way. I didn’t want a repeat of last year and I spend the whole day in school embarrassed because I could not do it right, and believe me I had to learn. 

     I was wearing a long, black strapless dress that ate up all of my savings, but it was so worth it. My hair was in a slick ponytail, and I had on four inch silver stilettos heels, that me and my best friend Jennifer went to buy just days before, so I could look good for the occasion. I took my small silver clutch bag on the bed that had my cell phone, lipstick, and perfume in it. 

     Today was the day of the choosing, where the prince chose a queen for himself. They would get married within a couple of hours after the choosing, which will be before midnight that day. Three days after that, there will be a coronation where they will be crowned the king and queen of the White Tower. I was only eighteen and the youngest girl to be invited other than my twin brother Michael, although he thought he counted. He didn’t, the prince was definitely not going to chose either of us.

     I knew I wouldn’t be chosen since the prince was thirty five already. That’s why I didn’t even bother to pack my belongings, and I knew I was going to be back home by eleven anyway. I just wanted to go see the process of the choosing in my lifetime, but I was not keen on staying for the wedding. I didn’t forget the food, who wouldn’t want to dine and wine with the royals? But no wine for me either.

     The ceremony would start at six in the evening and it was already five thirty, so I rushed downstairs to my mother who was cooking dinner for herself, since the adults were not invited to the ceremony. 

     “Mom, how does your princess look?” I said twirling around and giggling. She joined me, putting the wooden spoon down. 

      “Wow darling, you look like a real princess. Let me take my phone out and take pictures of you" she took the phone out of her red apron pocket while she smiled.

    “Stand by the stairs sweetie, and pout for your mother" she giggled and I did the same, going to the stairs. My mom loved taking pictures of us, and who could blame her? We were her only children, the only thing she has left, as she liked to put it. Since my father passed away ‘we are her everything'

     “Mom, you know we are not doing a modelling project, right?" I teased her, knowing very well how she liked taking photos.

     “What? I want so many photos to sell to the paparazzi when you become the queen of the White Tower" she teased back. 

     “Mom, that’s not going to happen. The prince will never choose a stupid teenager like me, and who is still to high school. Where is mike anyway? I looked around for him. 

     “He’s upstairs fixing his tux for the ump tempt time" she shrugged her shoulders, taking another picture of me, and I took my tongue out just for the fun of it.

     “Mike, hurry the f**k up, even your sister got ready before you and she had to put on a tight dress and make up" she yelled, my mother was open minded and since my father died, we became even closer as a family, so she forgot to filter her language with us.  Michael used that as a freedom to say whatever he wanted, and I was the only one who watched her tongue in this house.

       “Too much information for my young ears" he yelled back, coming out of his room and joining me on the stairs, wearing a black tuxedo, white shirt, and a bow tie. His hair was gelled back. He was handsome, with my father’s big blue eyes that I envied while I got my mother’s greenish ones.

      “Finally, the real princess is ready" I mocked him. He stood right next to me with his hand on my waist, posing for the photoshoot my mom just begun.

      “Shut up, and if I was the real princess, that prince of yours would have been in my pants this evening" he smirked. This house lacked a filter. Mike is gay and so proud, that’s what he always say anyway.

       “Woah! Too much information. It’s bad enough my innocent eyes had to see you doing it. I don’t want to hear a word about it and I don’t want those images to corrupt my young mind" 

     “Whatever, s*x is life. That’s how we came to be, right mom?" he smirked and my mom just glared at him.

     “I seriously got crazy children, but I love you both, and Michael Jr.-" she tried to say, but she was cut off. 

      “Mom, what's with the full name calling? I hate that and yes, I will use protection" yes, I was not the only one who caught him in the act. 

    “Michaela, let’s bounce!" 

     I gave my mom a peck on the cheeks, and Michael did the same, as we left the house to the black jeep that was already waiting for us outside. 

     Inside was my best friend Jennifer. She had curly, brown hair tied into two slick ponytails. A pink matte lipstick on her full lips, making her big brown eyes pop, and she was wearing a white long white gown and a long gold necklace that reached her waist. When she saw me, she smiled and then yelled on top of her lungs for the whole neighborhood to hear. 

"LET’S GO BITCHES!"