It's not a Cinderella story

chapter 3

It was almost a full hour after we got to Neomi's house. It was spent with her standing in front of her closet and me on my phone texting all the zero friends I have. After it felt like forever, she gave up and decided she'll not go considering she has no clothes in which, she does, she is just a drama queen who likes to make big scenes, and that is how I ended walking all the way back to the studio in nothing but a flimsy jacket and an almost dead phone.

It takes me a half an hour to get the studio and even from the outside you can hear my foster sisters beautiful radiating voices threw the cheap walls.

As soon I enter I am suddenly pulled into the sound booth by the devil herself.

"Where the hell have you been?" she shouts at me.

I dramaticly wipe off her spit that she so kindly put on my face off and look her in the eye. "I was just walking Neo home-."

"Why was she here in the first place?"

"Cause she wanted to see...um Tyl-Tyler." I stutter. Crap, I think I know what's going to happen next.

But to my surprises she composes herself and looks at me with a deadly glare. " I'll deal with your punishment later, meet me in your room at eleven and well deal with it there now's an appropriate time to finish with performance and make sure Tyler is ready to perform. Understand?" I simply nod and she walks out of the sound booth.

A single tear runs down my cheek as I remember what I'm going to have to do.

Stand there helpless as she whips me with her leather belt.

She started this a long time ago when I was eleven. And actually to my surprise before, she acted like a decent mother but the moment one-one came she got tired of me and wanted me to be helpless and work for her for the rest of my life. When I refused she decided child abuses was the answer. She bought a belt one night and came straight to my room, At the time, I was still living at the house, and whipped me tell I bled and now it's her choice of punishment every time I've been bad and for the fact that I don't go to the police, she threatens to disown me and says stuff like no one wants you, you are stuck here forever, all of that shit. I've only told one person about what goes on but I didn't want to tell anyone else about this, mostly because I don't want to come off as a weak little girl so I've dealt with the pain for all these six years. Before the hag started acting like a well, a hag ,she taught me piano well at least on the keyboard and every time she hurts me I play an upbeat version of Beethoven's Für alis and it calms me. plus the load of painkillers and ice.

I snap out of my thoughts when a concerned looking asshole stands at the door of the sound booth. "Hey are you okay?"

I give him a confused looking before I feel a drop of water fall on my clenched fist. I touch a hand to my cheek. Shit, I'm crying.

I look away and quickly wipe my face. "I'm fine you jackass just recalling a bad memory ". I sniff and look away.

His eyes are on me and what the hell is that, a smirk ? does he like watching me cry.

"Go on a date with me " he says bluntly. Okay what the actual hell. I suddenly feel no sadness what so ever right now.

"Par-pardon me?" I ask.

"Go. On. A. Date. With. Me."

"But we just met!" I defend.

"Yes but that gives a nice dinner topic to discuss and introduce ourselves in a-." I'm about to protest when he presses his god-damned finger to my lips. "Proper way" he finishes his sentence.