Untold

Chapter 1

"Be careful, Eric!"

I was currently re-watching The Little Mermaid for probably the 500th time while munching on my triple meat pizza slices and some brownies. Not a typical way for a 21 year old girl to spend her Friday night in New York, but I'm not typical.

As the movie begins to show the wedding between Ariel and Eric, I stand up from my spot on the living room couch and stretch out my limbs before I begin to clean up the mess I made. I head over to the kitchen where I find the note my mommy left saying that she wouldn't be home tonight. She usually isn't, but that's okay. I know she works really hard to support us, and her job is very demanding.

I skip upstairs in my panda onesie and fluffy slippers, and jump onto my bed landing face first into my pink pillows. I climb under my blanket and I hug my teddy bear Mr. Fluffles to my chest. I turn over to see the picture of me and my big brother Damian when we traveled to Florida the summer before he left for college. Sometimes, I wish I could be more like him.
I know he would probably hit me on the head, and then give me my favorite candy bar before telling me I don't need to change. However, I see the looks that people give me when I put my hair in two ponytails, or when I wear knee high socks and my frilly dresses. I just really love cute things! I don't understand why people have to be meanies about it though.

I groan and turn over again, attempting to fall asleep, but 30 seconds later I'm still wide awake.

Time for sugar.

I roll out of my bed and head back downstairs to look through my snack stash to find possibly the worst thing that could happen in this world.

THERE. IS. NO. SUGAR!

How can there be no sugar in this kitchen!? What else am I suppose to eat in the middle of the night!? I turn around and look at the fruit bowl sitting on the table....not gonna happen.

I sigh before running upstairs to change out my onesie and put on some black leggings with my pink long-sleeve shirt that has a bunny drawing on the front. My mommy told me not to buy it, but it was so cute! Throwing my long and wavy brown hair up into a messy bun, I pick up my wallet and head out the door into the crisp autumn air of Rochester, New York.

I traveled along the narrow streets of my neighborhood passing by the occasional homeless person, and stray kittens. I once tried to bring a kitty home when I was a little girl, and it scratched up arms before I could even get the chance. My brother gave me a pretty big talking to as he bandaged up my arms.
Finally, the grocery store was in front of me, and I walked in, welcoming the warm air conditioning. I grabbed a cart and started walking up and down the aisles, trying to find the snacks. I always seem to get lost in here despite the fact I was born in Rochester.

Once I find the snack aisle, I throw in some oreos, skittles, and a few chocolate candy bars before moving to the ice cream section.

What?

I didn't say I was coming to only buy snacks.

I looked through the variety of flavors before selecting a strawberry shortcake Popsicle. I checked out of the store, and began my journey back home while sucking on my yummy popsicle. Damian would have a fit if he knew I was eating ice cream at 12am, but Damian isn't here.

Suddenly, my arm gets tugged on from behind, stopping me from walking forward. I turn around to see what appears to be a homeless man. He has really yellow teeth like the sun, and his face is covered in soot like Cinderella.

Wait a second...

Maybe he knows Cinderella!

"Hey there cutie, how about you come with me back to my place" he points down a dimly lit alleyway, and I tilt my head looking at him questionably. He glances down at my shirt and does this semi-half smile before opening his mouth again.

"You know, I've got someone you can meet. They even have a toy." his hands that are covered in dirt grip my wrist a little tighter, and I suck on my popsicle a little more while making my decision.

Maybe they will let me play with the toy too. What if it's Cinderella who has the toy? I quickly nod my head at the man, taking my popsicle out of my mouth.
"I want to play too!" I give him a wide smile and he returns it before he starts pulling me further into the alleyway.

"The one thing I hate most in the world other than idiots, is dirty and perverted little liars."
An unknown female voice speaks up behind me, and I turn my head to see a very beautiful brown-skinned woman. Her curly hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and she was wearing an all-black outfit, complete with a black leather jacket and boots.

Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she was starring hard at the man. He stared right back at her then smiled again, showing off his very yellow teeth.
"There's always more room for pretty little ladies" he shoves me to the side, and I trip over my own feet, and I go flying into a pile of garbage bags, dropping my beloved strawberry popsicle.

"My ice cream!" I feel my lip start to quiver as my eyes tear up, and I look up to see the woman on top of the man, her fists now slightly scratched up and bloody. Her hard stare was still focused on the man as she stood up.

"Willow, you know better than to be running off like that after a drop"

Yet another unknown voice appears near the girl, but he's clearly much taller. He may as well be the huge beanstalk that Jack grew! Then I see my melting popsicle on the ground, and I bite down on my lip, my tears beginning to stain my cheeks. I really wanted that popsicle.

"Sorry Boss. I just can't stand men like them who pick on girls who can't defend themselves." the girl in black then looks towards me, and her face instantly drops. She slowly walks over towards me, her hands up and facing me.

"Hey it's alright. Did the bad man hurt you?" She was now kneeling down in front of me on one knee as the man stood where he was before, unmoving and arms crossed. I couldn't really make out his face from how far he was.

"H-he dropped m-my p-popsicle." I sobbed and pointed at my now completely melted dessert and I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands.

"That wasn't very nice of him, was it?" it was as if she was scolding a child, and I shook my head rapidly.

"No, it wasn't! H-he even told me I could p-play with a toy, b-but there was no toy" I sniffled and looked down as I heard the girl in black curse under her breath.

"Boss, we can't just leave her here." she turned towards the shadowy figure, and slowly he came out of the darkness and I could clearly see his face.

Oh.My.Cheeseballs.

THIS MAN IS INSANELY GORGEOUS.

It's like Prince Eric just stepped out of the movie, and now here he is in front of me. His hair was shaved on the sides as the rest of it swooped back, and his eyes matched the same intensity as the dark shaven beard on his face. His arms were clearly too big for his white dress shirt, and I noisily swallowed my spit making the girl in black chuckle.

Prince Eric then bent down a bit, and held out his hand to me. I looked up at him, but his face held absolutely no emotion. Maybe he's sleepy. It's past bedtime after all. I slipped my tiny hand into his large one, and with one quick motion he lifted me up off the ground onto my own two feet. As I said before, this man is a giant. Either that or my 4'11 self is just too short.

No, he's definitely a giant.

"What's your name, little one?" his gruff and deep voice made me shiver for some reason and I wrapped my arms around my now smelly body, and looked at my feet.

"Rosabelle. My name is Rosabelle." I inwardly applauded myself for not stuttering in front of this prince, and when I looked up again at his face, it now held a small smile. His eyes still looking at me as though it was staring into my soul.

"Rosabelle" his voice saying my name sounded like sweet chocolate that was just freshly made.

"I look forward to learning more."