Not A Cinderella

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Arriving at the park, I walked in and many looked my way "what the hell are you doing here?" "Excuse me. This is my fucking establishment" "you are injured" "yeah great. The sheets" "you can't be fucking working" "GET OFF MY CASE" Matt Immediately stood back. "Here April" "thanks" looking at the sheets I walked to the office and sat down 'these cunts thinking they can tell me what to do. Argh this is all bullshit. I shouldn't be dealing with this' when the door slammed open, April immediately stood up. "Why the hell.." "don't come in here questioning me" "YOU ARE FUCKING INJURED. YOU NEED TO GO HOME" "FATHER OR NOT, I WILL SLAM THIS FUCKING CHAIR OVER YOUR HEAD. THIS IS MY BUSINESS NOT YOURS" "YOU ARE MINE" "OUT" "APRIL YOU NEED TO FUCKING GO HOME" "IM NOT FUCKING GOING HOME. IVE GOT SHIT TO DO" "NOW APRIL" "YELL AS MUCH AS YOU WANT IM NOT FUCKING GOING HOME" dallas grabbed April and shoved her out of the room hitting her stomach on the table. "Fuck" "MOVE IT" "GET YOUR FUCKING HAND OFF OF ME" "DALLAS" glaring at Matt, he put his head down "it wasn't me" "REMOVE YOUR FUCKING HANDS" "BRENTON TOLD ME.." "BRENTON? RIGHT" pulling my arms from my fathers grasp, a cramp stopped me in my tracks "April.." "FUCK YOU" exiting the office, I ran down to Brentons ride. Spotting brenton look my way, held eye contact with me. 'fuck these cramps' storming up the stairs, brenton spoke "you shouldn't.." "I SHOULDN'T BE HERE? THIS IS MY WORK PLACE" Ethan quickly turned his head "you are injured" "YOU TOLD MY FATHER.." "April calm down.." "IM WAY PAST THAT. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU. THIS IS MY WORK PLACE, NOT YOURS. THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT" "april.." "NO YOU LISTEN TO ME. I DON'T NEED YOU OR ANY BASTARD TO.." "APRIL ENOUGH" "DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S ENOUGH. I HAVE HAD YOU, MY FATHER, MATT AND EVERYONE ELSE ON MY FUCKING CASE. I HAVE HAD ENOUGH..." "CUT IT OUT. YOU ARE MAKING A SCENE" getting grabbed, I glared at Brenton as dad pulled me back "ETHAN TAKE OVER. BRENTON CAN GRAB HIS FUCKING BELONGINGS AND GET THE FUCK OFF OF MY PROPERTY" "APRIL.." "AND YOU BETTER GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT OF MY WORK SPACE BEFORE I HAVE YOU CHARGED" Dallas immediately let go. "Ap.." "YOU HAVE BOTH BEEN WARNED".

Brenton

'she just told me to get my belongings' i put my head down "Brenton she is just angry.." "YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES DALLAS. YOU TOO. FUCKING MAGGOT" I put my head down as April ran off. 'shit this isn't good' "brenton do you want me to take over?" "Yeah thanks" Ethan nodded. Walking down the stairs with Dallas, I took a deep breath "we best get out of here" "she's just frustrated brenton. She will come around" 'i shouldn't have called Dallas. This just made things a lot worse'.

April.

'what the fuck is happening?' getting to the office, I looked at Brit. "Control this place" "are you alright?" Taking a deep breath, I nodded "yeah I have somewhere to be" "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" "Nothing is wrong. I have somewhere to be" "DONT FUCKING LIE TO ME" seeing my father and brenton enter, I walked out. 'fuck there is something wrong' getting in my car, i kicked my car out and took off home. 'fuck' taking a few deep breaths, i got out of my car. Leaning against the car, I kept my head down as severe cramps ran through me. Feeling a liquid between my legs, I let my tears fall. "APRIL" keeping my head down, I heard Oakley run and seen his feet in front of me as he stopped. "April?" Oakley put his head under mine and looked into my eyes "what's wrong?" "I'm.." hearing brentons car, I held eye contact with Oakley. "April?" Turning my eyes, I heard my father and brenton. "Calm now?" "IT WAS YOU TWO?" staying silent Oakley kept firing "YOU TWO ARE THE CAUSE OF THE WAY SHE IS?" "DONT YOU FUCKING GO AT ME, THATS MY DAUGHTER.." "I DONT GIVE A FUCK IF YOU ARE KING KONG. APRIL AND I HAVE BEEN CLOSE FOR YEARS. I CAN BET THAT YOU WOULD BE GONE BEFORE I AM. THIS IS NOT FUCKING OKAY. APRIL HAS HAD HER LIFE SET OUT. SHES BEEN HAPPY AND NOW YOU CUNTS WANT TO TRY CONTROL HER. THIS IS A FUCKING JOKE. AND YOU.." "SHE SHOULDN'T BE OUT OF THE FUCKING HOUSE" "SHE CAN DO WHAT SHE FUCKING LIKES. YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS TO TELL HER WHAT TO DO. ITS BULL.." "Oakley. I need.. please I need your help" Oakley immediately knelt down as tears pooled from my eyes "HE IS NOT.." "FUCK UP YOU COCKSUCKER. April?" I looked at Oakley. "I'm.." "what?" Speaking in a whisper, Oakley's face dropped as I spoke "miscarriaging. Please get me to my room" Oakley immediately picked me up bridal style and rushed me inside. "April.." "YOU CAN FUCKING SORT YA SHIT LATER. SHES IN ENOUGH DISTRESS BECAUSE OF ALL OF YOU" "THATS MY.." "I DONT GIVE A FUCK" Oakley rushed me upstairs and into the bedroom. "Anything in your pockets?" "Everything" Oakley gently lowered me to the shower floor and emptied my pockets "pain?" "Yeah.." "it's best to have it hot" sitting on the bottom of my shower, Oakley turned the water on. Feeling it move over me, I kept my head down as the pain wouldn't stop.

Oakley.

'this pisses me off and they are going to hear about it' exiting the bathroom, I slammed the door shut after locking it and stormed downstairs. "You can lea.." "BOTH OF YOU CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP. YOU DO NOT PULL RANK ON THIS PROPERTY. THE ONLY PERSON I LISTEN TO IS APRIL. NOW THIS IS THE WAY ITS GOING TO BE. I DONT GIVE A FUCK IF YOU ARE HER FIANCE AND YOU HER FATHER, SHE HAS BEEN A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE FOR YEARS. I SEE HER AS FAMILY.." "SHES.." pinning Brenton to the wall, Dallas tried grabbing me. Hitting him in the throat, he fell backwards as I knocked him out cold "DALLAS" glaring at Brenton I spoke "ALL OF YOU HAVE BEEN ON HER FUCKING CASE SINCE THE FUCKING ACCIDENT. SHE WOULDN'T HAVE HAD THAT FUCKING CAR ACCIDENT IF YOU DIDNT ACCUSE HER OF BULLSHIT. THIS IS HER LIFE. HER FUCKING BUSINESS. NOW BECAUSE OF YOU MEN, MY BEST MATE IS UP THERE ON HER OWN.." "SHE SHOULDN'T.." Slamming brentons head to the wall as I held his shirt I spoke "FUCKING HAVING A MISCARRIAGE" brentons eyes watered "ITS ALL BECAUSE OF ALL OF YOU. SHE DOESNT DESERVE THIS. MY FUCKING.." "just stop please.." 'yeah that got him' brenton covered his face.

Brenton.

'i know she's been angry and on edge. We just wanted what we thought was best for her. Our baby..' breaking down I heard Oakley slam his fist to the wall. "BECAUSE OF YOU CUNTS" I kept my head down.
"Sh.. brenton" "WHAT?" "Where is April?" "SHES IN OUR ROOM. SHE LOST OUR FUCKING CHILD BECAUSE OF ALL OF THIS" "WHAT?" "OUR CHILD.. she's miscarriaging" "that's not our fault. She was.." "IT IS OUR FUCKING FAULT. WE KEPT GOING AT HER, PUTTING STRESS ON HER. THE ACCIDENT DIDNT HELP, I DIDN'T FUCKING HELP. NO ONE DID. OAKLEY IS RIGHT" "brenton.." "NO. IM NOT FUCKING LISTENING TO THIS BULLSHIT. THATS OUR CHILD AND SHE IS LOSING IT" I put my head back down. Hearing running, I looked around as Oakley ran to the cupboard. 'what the hell is he doing?' seeing keys in his hand, I swallowed hard 'thats my fiance and our baby..'.

Oakley.
"HANG ON APRIL. IM COMING" opening the door, I ran in and slammed it shut as I ran into the bathroom. "APRIL" seeing her with blood still running down the drain, my heart sunk. Throwing everything I had in my pockets on the floor, I jumped in the shower and pulled her close as she let her tears fall. Holding her tight, April latched on. With every cramp, she held on tighter. "I'm here for you. I'm always here for you" "I.." "you can do this. You have been through so much. You don't deserve this" hearing April sob, it killed me inside. 'she doesn't deserve this' "You are not putting this on.." I glared at Dallas "YOU BETTER NOT BE IN HERE TO GIVE HER A FUCKING LECTURE. I WILL GET OUT OF HERE AND SMASH YOU" "you are not her partn.." "ITS BECAUSE OF YOU CUNTS THAT YOUR OWN FUCKING DAUGHTER IS LOSING HER CHILD. DO YOU NOT FEEL ANY FUCKING REMORSE?" Dallas put his head down and walked away as I held April. "We need to get you dressed and relaxing in bed" "I don't.. I don't know what to do" "want me to call your doctor?" "Yeah.. her number is in my phone" "come on".