stuck between both worlds

Eleanor's pov: “Slap! ” The sharp pain from that slap woke me up immediately,that was how my step mother woke me up from sleep on a daily basis. I could feel tears pouring down from my cheeks but I couldn't do anything but wipe my tears. I didn't know what I did to deserve such maltreatment from her, before I could snap back to reality she started shouting. “Are you this stupid? Why would you wait for me to wake you up? She hissed. “Are you not meant to be with the maids in the kitchen?” she said. I couldn't argue with her, so I kept my head down. If I argued I would have to face my father and I wouldn't survive it,I was a princess stuck as a maid in my own palace. I don't blame her, I blame my mother who died and left me in this hell of a place I said. I quickly got up and ran to the kitchen to help the maids. As I got there the head maid looked at me and scoffed “look over at the pile of dishes, wash them up and go and sweep the Royal room she said with no remorse in her voice. I looked at the dishes and sighed “ This was my life now” I told myself. I quickly walked outside to do the dishes . As soon as the last plate dried I picked up a broom and I walked into the Royal room and was about to start sweeping when I felt something pierce my leg like broken glass. I picked it up ignoring my bleeding foot and my heart dropped, it was my mother's picture. I fell on my knees and burst into tears. “Mum why did you leave, why did you leave me here to suffer? I can't do this anymore, Father completely hates me, the woman he married to replace you hates me even more” I said. I couldn't wallow in my tears. If I was caught here I would be beaten mercilessly. I quickly picked up the broken picture, swept up the glass pieces and rushed back to my room. I closed my door as quietly as I could and just slumped on the floor , I looked down to my mother's frame I was holding in my hands, she was smiling. She looked beautiful wearing her crown, the same crown that a monster wears now. Fresh tears started falling onto the picture on my hands, but in the midst of my tears I couldn't help but wonder what my mother's picture was still doing here. Since immediately after her death every single picture of hers was taken down, my step mother wanted her memory erased completely. Suddenly I heard a loud knock on my door, before I heard whose voice it was I had to quickly hide my mother's frame under my bed. The head maid said “Eleanor, you're such a lazy child, the king orders you to come and serve his breakfast to him on the high table. Get down to his table now or else I will make sure to report you to the queen”. “I'm coming” i replied shakily “Hurry up” She said then I heard her footsteps get further and further away till I couldn't hear it again . I couldn't just leave this picture under my bed, what if step mother decides to search my room I have no where to hide it. While I was thinking my eyes suddenly went to a loose stone in the wall , I walked towards it and saw I could pull it out. I quickly hid the frame inside the wall, covered it back with the stone and hurried out of my room. ‎As I walked into the banquet hall towards the high table I kept my head down and my hand nervously fidgeting with my skirt. My foot hurt from where the glass pierced me but I dared not make a sound in front of the king. ‎ ‎The smell of food was overwhelming, I had not eaten a full meal for two days, only scraps given to me by the maids when everybody had eaten their fill. ‎ ‎My father the king sat at the high table staring at his chalice, while my step mother sat beside him eyeing me, she looked at me the way predators look at their prey, it made my skin crawl. ‎ ‎The head maid said "hurry on, now serve the king and the queen, they are starving". ‎ ‎Before I could move towards them my step mother spoke, ‎ ‎"you're late Eleanor ". ‎ ‎"I apologize ,your majesty, there were many dishes to wash" I said wishing I could disappear from there. ‎ ‎My father didn't glance at me once. ‎ ‎My step mother replied "Excuses, Excuses it's always something with you , you're such a lazy child you're lucky I didn't throw you into the streets for the demons to take you". ‎ I walked to the table and started serving the food, immediately I was done. I started to walk out when my step mother stopped me. “Eleanor,” she screamed. “You filthy animal, why are you dirtying my marble floors”. That was when I remembered my foot was bleeding. “I'm I'm I'm sorry my queen” I stuttered, “I was sweeping the Royal room and I stepped on glass I'll clean it up right away” She looked at me with utter disgust, she looked at me like I was an animal,I cleaned up my blood stains from the floor and quickly walked back to my room . I got to my room and started crying “mum I miss you help me, help me get out from here “. Suddenly I heard my dead mother's voice.