The Villain in Whose Story (Phosie Fanfic)

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"I Said Nothing Too Romantic"

(Milo is the person in the picture. You'll see who Milo is in this chapter)

"They say there are five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Well, I'd like to add one more... revenge."

-Cruella De Vil

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Josie POV

    I woke up with an empty space on my left. My eyes flutter open and I look to my left. The place where Hope was is now empty. I look over my shoulder to Penelope whose sleeping peacefully cuddled up to me. There was a small piece of paper on Hope's nightstand. I wiggled over and picked the paper up. It read:

To whoever's reading this, I've gone to make preparations for our date. Please go about your day as usual. I'll be back at around 5:00 to pick you both up. So please be ready by then. Wear comfortable clothing like sweats. Just anything for cold weather.

              Love Hope

        I sigh contently as I put the note down. "I can hear you smiling from here." Penelope's voice broke through my happy haze. "No, you cannot," I defend. "Sure I can't. What did it say?" I turn around so I'm facing her. She's holding her head up on one hand. "She's gone to get the date ready and we have to be ready by 5:00." She nods slightly. I start to get up when she says, "Well, we still have 5 hours until then." I pause. "5 hours to cuddle." She grabs my hand and pulls me back to the bed. I giggle as I fall. I land right next to her and she wraps a hand around my waist. Her face is in my neck and I feel her hot breath when she breaths. "You're not leaving yet princess."

       The feeling of her breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine. We stay like this for what felt like forever. "You know I may not say this enough but I love you, princess." I smile at her words. "I love you too witchy." She recoils at the nickname. "Never call me that again." I smirk, "Okay then, teddy bear." She growls but her face breaks into a smile after a moment.

       We revel in each other's company and my eyelids start drooping. I soon give in and I fall asleep.

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Penelope POV

        I watch as Jo falls asleep and my heart burst at how cute she is. Her mouth's ajar as she lets out soft snores. Her closed eyelids twitch as she looks around her dream world. I slowly and gently disconnect myself from her. I lay her down gently and I head over to my wardrobe deciding what to wear. I realize I have no idea what we're doing and what's appropriate to wear. I walk over to Hope's nightstand and pick up the note. I read it and realize I don't really need to get ready. I'll just throw on some sweats and a sweatshirt. I set an alarm on my phone for 4:30 and put my phone under my pillow. I lay down next to Jo and wrap my arms around her. She mumbles something incoherent but grows silent as I settle down. I close my eyes and wait for sleep to come.

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Unknown POV

          "I hate her." "Permission to speak freely?" "Granted." "Why do you hate her sir?" I pause to think but deep down I know why. "She killed Milo and 13 of my other men." The burly man looks at me with pity. "I know he was like a son to you, but we cannot dwell on the dead. The dead are gone, the living are hungry. We must survive. More and more of our men are leaving our cause. They're too scared of the tribrid." I seeth at the mention of that bitch. She killed Milo. My stone heart chips a little every time I think of Milo. "Don't mention her."