PRINCELESS by Cam Jace Storykiller
Copyright©by Cameron Jace
January 15 2019
Rio De Janeiro, Brazil, 2008
Venus had to accept that her life in this world wasn’t going to be like other children she met. Her mother travelled every few months. They never owned a home. Even cars were sold frequently — if they were ever their cars. People were scarce, and her mother preferred not to make new friends. Venus wasn’t allowed to surf the internet without her mother’s supervision. She wasn’t allowed to do much really.
For a long time, she wasn’t allowed to know where in the world they trotted. Turns out most of the time, they lived in South America.
Not until she turned ten, did she question a lot of things. Previously her normal days were breakfast, home schooling — mostly done by her mother. Eat, sleep, motherly love, bathing, combing hair, all awaiting the day’s biggest highlight: training.
At the age of six, her mother trained her in Jiu Jitsu, Karate, hand to hand combat, not to mention escaping methods and underwater breathing. Some routines changed with travelling but not Venus’ training in combat education.
Not knowing any better, Venus thought this was what princesses did. They had to cover their backs. They had to be stronger, especially stronger than men.
“Why did they want to kill me, Mother?” Venus asked on her tenth birthday. “Those men in the hospital when I was born?”
“Men are beasts, Venus,” Mother said, chopping vegetables, which were precise foods Venus had to eat for better health and prosperity — and no other. “They usually hurt women.”
Which reminded Venus that her father was a taboo subject. Whenever she asked about him, her mother’s face knotted into an ugly beast.
In their travels, Venus would see other girls with their fathers and wonder how that felt. Did she really need one? Well, those girls looked happy. And even though Venus had a loving mother, she still wondered if her father was a man? Cause that would mean he was a beast.
It was a dull life, but not that bad. Venus was young. She dreamed of growing up and probably leaving her mother — though she slowly realized she wouldn’t know what to do without her.
There was also this nagging question Venus contemplated everyday…
“Do you have a name, Mother?”
“I’m Mother, that’s all you need to know.”
Through the years, Venus would witness her mother using other names to deal with the public, Beatrice, Batty, Bethany, Bella, and sometimes Brooklyn. None of which were true, though her Mother owned a passport for each one of them.
This was Venus’ life. She was told her full name was Venus Wild, but even that could have been a lie.
Venus confessed and shared everything to her mother, except one little secret she hid inside her cell phone.