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The following chapter has been edited by Woodman's game. Thank you, game.
Chapter Ten – Daddy's Little Princess
Two people lay, side by side, upon a grassy knoll surrounded by poppies and cornflowers on a clear spring day. One, the man, sat up and gazed lovingly down at his little daughter as she basked in the late afternoon sun.
"You see over there, my little princess? Over that hill is a lovely castle. One day, when you're all grown up, a handsome prince will come to carry you away on his fine white horse and you'll live happily ever after," he told her.
Little Elise lifted herself up on to her elbows to gaze over the colorful fields, then frowned and turned to look up at her father. "But what about you daddy? Won't you come and live with us?"
"Of course I will, princess."
Of course he never did.
Parenthood had suited Elise's mother even less than marriage. She was young and beautiful, wild and independent. Life with Elise's father had initially been a thrilling new adventure, however, within a very short time, she had become restless. He had hoped a child might hold her. That caring for something so small and precious would some how change her. How could anyone have not adored little Elise?
He stared down at the child lying next to him. Her long lashes fluttered as she squinted into the sunlight and her soft lips formed a sweet smile. How could her mother have left so soon after the baby's birth?
Can one miss what they have never known? If growing up without a mother left a void in Elise's life, her father was determined she would want for nothing else. Whether it was something as simple as an ice cream or as extravagant as her pet pony, daddy's little princess always got what she wanted.
Then, one month short of Elise's sixteenth birthday, it all changed. Nothing would be the same between them ever again the day he married Jean.
Everything would have been perfect if it hadn't been for her. How could her father just let that woman take over their lives? How could he do that to his little princess? Fuck Jean! Why did her father have to be so weak?
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Elise stared out of the window to the lovely gardens below. Silently she recalled Layla's words: "Men are like that you know. They will hurt you. They don't always mean to…" A single tear trickled down her cheek; then, she whispered, "…but they will."
The following chapter has been edited by Woodman's game. Thank you, game.
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