An Princess Became a Maid

Even in this winter season, a strong wind was blowing outside and was entering through the broken window of the storage room. Even in this severe cold, a girl was sleeping on a half-torn mattress. Except for her face, there were wound marks all over her body. And this girl was none other than me.

As the cold wind outside hit me, I hugged the torn blanket tighter for warmth.

"Bella!" I was awakened by a loud, harsh sound, then the person banged on the storeroom door.

My aching body sank deeper into the blanket and I tried to ignore the sharp pain in my back. I didn't want to get up. My weak body began to beg me to rest.

"Bella!!" The sound echoed again, this time so loudly that the whole room shook as if an earthquake had taken place, and the sound completely drove the sleep from my eyes. I immediately opened my eyes.

"Oh, no," I whispered in a timid voice,

Getting off the torn mattress, I answered immediately, not wanting to make her angry.

"Coming, Luna," I replied hurriedly.

My head spun as I stood up suddenly. I put my hands on the wall for support, and with great difficulty, I managed to save myself from falling to the ground.

When I stood in front of the door. Aunty was still knocking on the door from the other side.

I stood on my toes with trembling hands to unlock the wooden door. I was terrified because Aunty had ordered me not to lock the door, but I didn't listen to her words and lock the door; I forced myself to because I knew that if I left the lock open, he would enter my room and try to rape me again.

And no one would come to save me, even if someone came after hearing my screams, they would blame me. This has happened before when he tried to touch my body unpleasantly. I told Aunty about it, and it was the worst mistake to tell her because then she beat me, calling me a whore.

Beating me is not a big deal to them. I was beaten yesterday, and I felt that if I opened the door now, it would happen again. I don't want to open this door but I have no other choice. Do I?

I opened the door and then came out of the room.

Then I grabbed my torn shirt and closed my eyes to bear the pain.

I was waiting for her to slap me for disobeying her order, but when the pain didn't come to me, I tucked my messy red hair behind my ear and looked at Aunty with big, watery red eyes. She is the Luna of this pack.

I thought maybe today was my lucky day but I was wrong to think so.

As soon as I looked at her, I felt a sharp pain in my left cheek. I felt bitterness on my tongue and the smell of blood. She slapped me so hard that my lip was cut and blood was coming out.

Stella clenched her fists and shouted angrily, "You cursed bitch, how dare you look at me with your damn red eyes? Wasn't it enough for you to kill your parents that you are now looking at me with those eyes of yours to kill me?

If you look at me with your red, cursed eyes again, I will gouge your eyes out, and I mean it. Do you understand?" Stella said, looking at me angrily.

I bit my lower lip and held back tears and said, "Yes, Luna." That's the most cursed thing I have ever heard in my life, that they say my parents died because of me. They hate me for that. But I didn't kill them.

But they have been telling me over and over again for years that I killed my parents and now I believe that maybe I am responsible for my parents' deaths because my eyes are deep red. And that's the symbol of a witch.

When she called me the murderer of my parents and I stood there with my head down, Stella smiled and said, "It's good that you still remember that you killed them. Now tell me, why did you wake up so late? Were you practicing black magic last night to kill us? Because nothing better can be expected from a girl like you "

"No, aunty, my body was aching badly, and due to this pain, I had a high fever last night. And as it was painful I could not sleep well at night. I am sorry that I woke up late." I looked down and said weakly.

Last night she beat me because I broke a cup while cleaning it. She hit me countless times with the broken cup. Wolves have a special power that they can heal their wounds but I do not have this power because I do not have a wolf. This is another reason for their hatred. I am a pathetic wolfless person.

Hearing my words, she gritted her teeth in anger and said, "You deserved this punishment. Do you know the price of the cup you broke last night? Even if I sell you a hundred times, it will still not be enough to buy that cup. What am I talking about? Who will buy a witch whore until he has a death wish? Now, come with me and do your work," Stella said and turned to the left.

My heart twisted in bottomless pain when she compared me to a prostitute. My insides were twisted and tears came to my eyes. I wiped my tears and quickly closed the storeroom door and followed her.

She was walking fast and I knew she was doing it on purpose because she enjoyed hurting me. I started walking as fast as I could but I was having a hard time keeping up with her because of the pain.

I felt like I was walking on the burning lava. I wanted to stop, but I knew the consequences would be painful if I stopped.

I took long steps to keep up with her. I do not want to fall behind because it will give her another reason to beat me.

When we reached downstairs she picked up a basket full of clothes and threw those at my face "Wash them and mark my word if I find dirt on the clothes then I am going to kill you"

Saying this she left. Looking at the dirty clothes I smiled sadly. It was not my job to wash clothes. My job is to clean the house, but as she knew I got a fever, she took this opportunity to hurt me and give me this chore to do.

"They have a washing machine," I whispered and looked at the sky. "I wish you both were here Mom, Dad"