Not playing Cinderella

Not playing Cinderella [5]

Not playing Cinderella [5]

Heart still pounding with nerves, my hand face hit the door at the bottom. My eyes hadn't been focused on the way down, my vision had been focused on what i was leaving behind. I'd been making sure i hadn't been followed down, more like waiting for the screams of horror when they realised i'd escaped. Hopefully, that wouldn't be for a few hours, Hopefully, but i was beginning to doubt it. Getting away from here, had been the best decision of my life. It was the first time i was ever to leave the island in 10 years. I'd left once when i'd been 6. Dad had taken me on a work trip, to England, but that'd been a long time ago and i couldn't really remember much. In fact, my only memory was a big clock. But like i said, no much. I had no idea what it'd be like now. And that thought, made me shiver, with anticipation, excitement and nerves. Too many feelings. Too many to take in to be honest, but the adrenaline rush had taken over and was now giving me a rush that i couldn't describe.

Well done Sam, your head is now pounding and so is your face from where you hit it! Clever!

Rubbing my nose with one hand, i placed my other on the door handle, applying force and pushing the creaking door open. It opened with one swing, hitting softly against the wall to the right as it swung. Noise, didn't bother me anymore, It was too late for them to hear it from above. My room, was a good forty steps above me, so it didn't matter anymore. I was out of here, for good, hopefully. I certainly didn't want to return, put it that way.

Gradually, i increased my quick walking pace to a sprint, straight for the plane mum had hired to take me to england in two days (no, we don't have a private jet like most modern fairy tales), i guess it was just going to have to take an early trip. I giggled proudly as i ran, trying to keep my hair out my eyes. I couldn't believe it, i was half way there. Just a few more moments, and i'd be outta here.

As i became closer to the plane, the drivers eyes became more aware of me and opened from what appeared to be a light slumber of boredom. He let a smile slip his lips as i ran toward him, i looked down at myself, wondering what on earth he could be smiling at.

I yanked open the door and climbed inside, sliding into the seat next to him, i matched his smile. Placing a gleam in my eye, showing him i was in desperate need of a favour.

Yeh, because a smile and a dirty gleam in your eye can say all that. Flirt.

I wasn't flirting, or giving him the least sign that i was interested in him, because i wasn't. I wasn't interested in any guys. Because as i said, i did not believe in love. And i was adamant that i wouldn't. Not at this moment, and no time in the future. But i have to admit, thinking about it, it may have come across as a bit flirty, maybe a tad suggestive. But i swear, i hadn't meant it in that way at all!

Lier.

'Hey there Sweetie Sammie'. He winked as i spoke. If that wasn't suggestive, i didn't know what was. He had a gleam in his eye, suggesting he wanted something more from me than just a friendly chat. So did i, but it defiantly wasn't the same thing as he was thinking. Jeremy was the only one in this dump, that could take me away from here, anytime i wanted and the only one who called me Sammie. I enjoyed his company, and yeh, at first glance, you'd probably think we were an item. But we weren't. We were close to being one a few months back, i guess we would have been now, if i hadn't have knocked him back that is.

He'd finally confessed the feelings that i'd knew he had for months for me. And i'd been the one to knock his heart and leave it, broken on the floor. Maybe i could have been a bit more gentle with him, but i couldn't have said yes. I'll admit i did feel something for him, and yes, i did love him. But it wasn't as in a couple kind of love, it was more of a 'big brother' or Best-guy friend sorta love. if that makes sense. I still feel that same Love for him now, but i couldn't ever see myself as more with Jez. We were close friends, nothing more.

After what felt like a life time of staring into his eyes and him staring back into mine, i tore my eyes away and spoke. Remembering everything we'd gone through together, always made me look at him differently. Made me look at myself differently. It reminded me of what a Bitch i was. What i still am. i wasn't happy with that, but i didn't want to take down my walls to get hit straight in the back. I couldn't do that again. Trust, was and is overrated.

'Hey Jezza'. I giggled like a silly school girl as i spoke. Because thats how he made me feel. He made me feel like a silly girl, crushing on someone way out her league. But i wasn't crushing on him. The feeling i got around him was overly strange. 'Jezza' had always been my little nick name for him, he thought it cute, so did i come to think of it. He'd always be my big brother Jezza.

'So what can i do for 'ya Sammie?!' He exclaimed. I had to admit, i was a little taken back by his tone. I'd picked up the excitment in his voice, like he was pleased to see me. Reminded me how much i loved Jez. So much. And that was the only kind of love i'd ever have for anyone, family sorta love.

Clearing my throat, i sighed, suddenly aware of exactly what i was doing. This was way out of character, even for me.

So even the Bad ass rebel hadn't ran away before.

'I need a ride, like now.' I watched as he raised his eyebrows with concern, his eyes filling with questions. But i stood my ground, i'd come too far to turn around. I had to leave. Now or never.

Well, not actually never, is it? Just two days. You really should think these things through.

'Does Mummy know?' Whilst mocking me, i crept my hands up to his waist and tickled him. He exploded into fits of laughter.

'That'll teach you to take the Piss!'

When i stopped and removed my hands from his waist, he spoke again, the smile fading as he did so.

'I was being serious Sammie. I don't want my little sis getting into trouble'. Whilst being serious, he still managed to make me giggle, sneaking a wink in toward the end of his sentence. I hated the way he could make me drop all of my walls and just be me, but i loved the feeling of just being around him all the same. Our relationship was strange.

'She wants me out anyway, i had two days, and i cannot last two whole days with her trying to convince me to try and get married! I won't do it Jez!' With that, he gasped. I guess he hadn't known about the stupid cow trying to marry me off either. I'd have thought it would be front page news by know. I was usually the last person to find out everything else so why not this as well.

'Marriage?' He whispered, stunned into almost silence. that was Odd for Jez. Very Odd. he was usually the life and soul of the party.

'Whats up?' I couldn't find the words to ask what the problem was, he seemed to dislike the idea of marriage more repulsing as i did. Why? it was me who was going to have to go through with it if my bitch of a mother got her way. Which severely hoped she didn't.

He sighed. Not wanting to answer my urgant question.

'Jez?! answer me... please'. The last word came out in less than a whisper. I wasn't entirely certain i wanted an answer either. In case it was something i didn't want to hear. But i had to know, i was much too curious for my own good.

You mean too nosey!

Shut up! This is serious!

Not meeting my eyes, he repeated his dramatic sigh.

'I...I....Just couldn't see you with anyone else apart from....'

'Spit it out Jez!'

'....Me'