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Trash princess…
CHILDHOOD!PHANTOM TROUPE X RICH!READER
Chapter 1
WARNINGS—bullying, hopelessness, obscene language, aggression issues, violence.
I hope you like it. Sorry for the mistakes. English is my second language.
The limousine glides down the night road almost silently. The interior is warm and soft, filled with the faint scent of my mother’s perfume mixed with the smell of polished leather and expensive wood. Inside, the world feels untouchable, protected from all the chaos outside.
I stretch my legs across the soft leather seat. In front of me is a small folding table with a crystal glass of juice that I haven’t even touched. Our driver, Mr. Han, is behind the wheel, sitting perfectly straight and calm. He has been driving our family for so many years that he almost feels like a part of the car.
“Sweetheart,”— my mother says quietly but firmly, lightly tapping my knee, —“your piano concert is tomorrow. You have to be flawless.”
I lazily turn my head toward her and smile with a hint of arrogance.
“I know, Mom. I’m always flawless.”
Her eyes narrow for a moment.
“Not just flawless,” she says. “Perfect. We cannot afford mistakes.”
I roll my eyes as if it’s just a formality. Of course I know how to perform. The audience, the stage lights, the slight nervous feeling before the first note — all of it is as familiar to me as breathing.
My fingers move across the table unconsciously, tracing invisible piano keys and repeating difficult passages. I can almost feel the weight of the piano beneath my hands. I hear the music in my head, spreading through the hall like a soft wave.
Everything has to be perfect.
I have to be perfect.
Am I nervous?
A little.
After all, many of my father’s important friends will be there tomorrow.I have to play perfectly, the thought crosses my mind.Outside, the city flows past in glowing streaks against the tinted windows. Somewhere ahead of us there should be a security car.Another one should be behind us.
Like walls around a castle.
Suddenly, my father stops typing.
“Where’s the escort?”
The driver presses the radio button.
“Escort vehicle one, come in.”
Static.
Hissing.
Silence.
He presses it again.
“Escort vehicle two, respond.”
Nothing.
I roll my eyes slightly.
“Maybe they just fell behind. It’s not the end of the world.”—But Dad is already staring out the window.And his face changes.I can almost feel the shift in his mood. Mom tenses as well and leans slightly toward him.
“Dad?”
I don’t even have time to react.
I hear the shot before I understand that it’s a gunshot.
I flinch and lift my head.
The driver suddenly jerks forward. His hands tighten on the steering wheel for a second, and then they go slack. The limousine drifts slightly to the side.
“Han?”— Dad leans forward.
No answer.
The limousine begins moving strangely now. Not straight like before — it starts to sway. No one is holding the wheel anymore.
“Han!” Dad says louder.
The driver is still leaning forward.
He doesn’t move.
Now I notice it too — there’s a small hole in the windshield. Thin cracks spread from it like a spiderweb.
Dad reaches forward over the seat.
“Damn…”
The car drifts again.
Mom grabs the door handle.
“What’s happening?”
Dad tries to reach the steering wheel, but the seat blocks him. The limousine is heavy and keeps rolling forward, slowly drifting out of the lane.
The wheels hit the shoulder of the road.
I feel the whole car begin to shake.
“Hold on!” —Dad shouts.
Everything happens very quickly after that.
The limousine hits something on the road. There’s a loud impact, and the car spins violently. I’m thrown forward as the seatbelt digs painfully into my chest.
Then another crash.
The glass cracks, and somewhere in front of us metal screeches loudly.The car doesn’t stop immediately.First it spins again, then it slams into something once more, and suddenly everything flips.
For a moment, the world turns upside down.When everything finally stops, I realize the limousine is lying on its side.The seatbelt is still holding me, so I’m almost hanging in the air. My head is spinning, and there’s a loud ringing in my ears.Somewhere in front of me, I hear metal quietly creaking.
“Dad…?” —I say.
No answer.
I turn my head. The front of the car is badly crushed. My parents are still in their seats, but they’re not moving.
“Mom…”
Silence.
I reach for the seatbelt buckle. My fingers shake a little, but the lock finally clicks open.I drop onto the side of the car, hitting my shoulder against the door.For a moment, it’s hard to breathe.
Then I start moving. Because the car is lying on its side, the door is almost above my head. I reach for the handle and push it.
It doesn’t open right away.From outside I hear a quiet hissing sound, like something is burning.I push the door harder.It finally opens.Cold air immediately hits my face.
I carefully crawl outside. My legs are shaking a little, so I almost slide down onto the ground beside the car.When I reach the road, I turn around.The limousine is lying on its side. The front is completely crushed, and smoke is rising from under the hood.
“Dad!” —I shout.
I take a step toward the car.And at that moment, there is a dull thump.
Then a flash.
Flames burst out from under the hood, and a second later the car explodes. The hot wave of air throws me backward. I fall onto the ground.When I lift my head again, the car is already burning.I stare at it and realize that Mom and Dad are still inside.
“Mom! Dad!” —A piercing scream tears out of my throat as hot tears run down my cheeks. My heart is beating wildly, like it’s about to jump out of my chest.
Why? How?
I can’t even stand up from the pavement. My legs won’t listen to me. My whole body feels numb.All I can do is scream and call for help.
“Help… someone, please… Mom… Dad…”— My voice becomes hoarse from screaming, and only weak, broken sounds come out of my throat.
Behind me, I hear a heavy sigh.
Not sharp. Not frightened.
More like… tired.
I freeze.
Slowly, very slowly, I turn my head.
And I see him.
He’s standing a few steps behind me, a tall, dark silhouette against the fire. The flames reflect in his eyes, but there’s no panic in them, no urgency. Only calm.
I try to stand, but my knees refuse to lift off the asphalt. I can feel my thin tights tearing against the rough ground.
“Help…” My voice cracks, coming out hoarse.
He looks at me.
Not at the car.
Not at the fire.
Not at my parents.
Only at me.His gaze moves slowly from head to toe, cold and assessing, as if checking something.If I’m alive.His brows knit slightly.Then he exhales quietly.
Disappointed.
“Not good,” he mutters under his breath.
I freeze.
There’s something… wrong about the way he says it.
He takes a step closer.Instinctively, I crawl back, pressing my hands against the cold asphalt.
“Y-you… you’ll help me?” I ask, but my voice isn’t as confident anymore.
He stops.
Looks at me for a few more seconds.Too long.As if deciding what to do with me.A chill runs through me.
“I expected this to be over immediately,” he says calmly. “Without complications.”
My heart tightens.I don’t understand.And at the same time… I understand everything.My fingers curl into fists.
“You…” My voice trembles. “Did you do this?”
He doesn’t answer.But he doesn’t deny it either.His gaze turns colder.
“You weren’t supposed to survive.”
The words hit hard.Right in my chest.I inhale sharply.
“No…” I whisper, shaking my head. “No, that’s… that’s not…”
I start crawling back faster, almost dragging myself across the asphalt.He sighs again.As if I’m just an inconvenience.
“Extra work.”
He steps closer.I try to stand, but my legs give out. My body won’t listen.
“Don’t come any closer!” I shout, but my voice is weak.
He stops right in front of me.Looking down.No anger.No emotion.Like I’m just a task.I look up at him.And for the first time, I’m truly scared.Because there’s nothing in his eyes.He tilts his head slightly.
“I don’t work with children,” —he says.
For a second, hope sparks inside me.Then it dies.
“But I don’t leave witnesses either.”—The world starts to spin again.My vision darkens.Too much at once.
Fire.
Pain.
Screams that won’t come out anymore.He looks at me for one more moment.Then he steps forward.His hand rises.I don’t even have time to react.A blow.
And everything goes dark.
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I didn’t open my eyes right away. At first, there was a smell—horrible, unbearable. It hit my throat like a physical force—thick, heavy, inescapable. I gasped for air… and instantly regretted it. I wanted to cough, to turn away, but there was nowhere to escape. It was everywhere. Rot. Smoke. Something sour, decayed, alien. I couldn’t help but grimace. I had never… never in my life smelled anything like this.
I closed my eyes again, hoping it might help. It didn’t. Slowly, I opened them.
It wasn’t a ceiling above me. Not a car interior. Not the light from a chandelier.
A gray sky. Empty.
I sat up sharply, and my head spun. My entire body ached as if I had been beaten. I looked around—my bag was gone! My wallet, my phone, nothing! My hands were filthy. The fabric of my nylons had torn on my knees, leaving jagged lines, and beneath it, red, raw skin.
I dropped my gaze. And froze.
Around me… garbage. At first, I couldn’t make sense of it—just shapes, colors, strange objects. Then it hit me. Bags. Torn boxes. Pieces of plastic. Dirt. Rusted metal. Rotting matter.
I slowly turned my head. It was everywhere. I was sitting right in the middle of it.
“…What…?” My voice was quiet, almost a whisper.
This couldn’t be real.
I tried to stand, but my foot slipped on something sticky, and I jerked it back, grimacing in disgust. My breathing grew uneven. This place—it was literally a dump!
I looked at my hands again—caked in grime. My clothes… no longer looked perfect. My eyes fell to my shoes. Black, polished, flawless… once. Now, they were covered in mud, sticky goo clinging to the soles. I grimaced and took a cautious step. I stood fully, shaking off some of the filth, as if that could fix anything.
“No…” I whispered. “No, no, no…”
My heart pounded. Where was I?
I glanced around again, faster this time, almost panicking. The piles of trash stretched into the distance. Rusted structures. Smoke curling through the air. Not a single familiar landmark. Not a person. Only that smell—it wouldn’t leave. It had soaked into the air, into my skin, into my breath.
I pressed a hand to my nose, trying to hide from it somehow.
“…Dad?” I whispered.
No answer. Only the wind, rustling through the trash, and this alien, repulsive world around me.
I realized then. I had no idea where I was. And this place… it was nothing like the world I knew.
I started walking uncertainly, more like trying not to fall face-first into the filth. I kept tripping, watching every step, careful where I placed my heels. I glanced sideways, hoping to see anything beyond the trash, but it was useless—this garbage seemed endless, like a maze.
“Damn it!” I muttered, finally snapping at the unbearable stench. It was revolting. Luckily, I had a handkerchief in my jacket pocket. At least that could help me block some of the smell.
I must have walked for twenty minutes—or maybe more. Time felt impossible. I kept feeling like I was going in circles.
“This is useless!” I shouted in frustration, kicking a small metal piece. It clattered loudly into something else, sending echoes through the wreckage.
Then, from somewhere far off, I heard a sound. It reminded me painfully of an engine.
Where was that coming from?
I looked around, and the answer came quickly. A vehicle—if you could even call it that—suddenly stopped nearby. “Motorcycle” didn’t seem right; it was more like a pile of scrap metal somehow moving. Dust rose as it halted, choking the air.
“Seriously?” —I heard a harsh, sneering voice. Rough and unpleasant. I lifted my eyes and saw two boys sitting on the moving heap. The first—the one at the controls…
He looked… rough. His blond hair stuck up, too straight, too stiff, like it was done on purpose to look provocative. His face was sharp and angular, and he seemed… harsh.
His eyes were narrow, squinting. He looked at me as if he had already decided he didn’t like me.
He was wearing a hoodie. Old. Worn-out. With uneven stitches, like it had been sewn by hand. I noticed it automatically. Cheap. Everything about him… cheap. But that didn’t make him any less dangerous. He looked like a thug.
The second boy…
I turned my gaze and froze for a moment.
He was different. Shorter. Thinner. Quieter. His dark hair was pulled up, but messy—strands sticking out everywhere, like he didn’t care how he looked. His face was calm. Too calm. His eyes were half-closed, narrow, he looked Asian. At first, it seemed like he wasn’t paying attention to me at all. But he was. I could feel it.
He was looking. Just… not like the first one. Not openly. It was like he was analyzing me. No emotion. No words. And that made it even worse.
“Hey, princess, what are you doing here?” the blond drawled, not taking his eyes off me from the motorcycle.
“Lost?” —He glanced at the smaller dark-haired boy.
I could feel that they were not friendly. I had to think fast. But at the same time, a little hope appeared—if these boys were here, maybe there were other people too?
“Where am I?”— I asked, looking at the blond.
He seemed slightly surprised by my question, then scowled.
“I’m the one asking questions here!!” —he said irritably, leaning toward me.
I sighed in annoyance. This blond was playing with my nerves! Damn it… I had to calm down. Calm down…
“Answer when asked!” —the jerk shouted again.
What a bastard. How dare he speak to me like that?
“I’m not telling you a damn thing, idiot! Take your trash and go!” —I snapped.
For a moment, the blond lost his words. He clearly didn’t expect that answer. Then he ground his teeth in anger. I must have made him really mad.
Damn it! Who made me say that?
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