Cinderella Doesn't Give A Rat's Ass

Chapter 2

Darkness spread across the sky, introducing a solemn feeling in Cinderella. She forced her tensed body through the door, dragging mud from her boots on the floor. Taking off her caked dungaree, she threw herself on the couch in only her panties.

Fragments of a broken vase laid scattered by the unlit fireplace. The pool of blood, now black, called for attention but Cinderella was far too tired to mop it. From her position, the smell of death infiltrated her nostrils. She scoffed, folding her long legs in thought.

"I am finally alone." She smiled, turning to the dinning table.

Roaches crawled around the plates of food. For a second, Cinderella wondered if the poison would kill them, too. She laughed, remembering how much of menace they were to her stepmother.

"That bitch let me spray all sorts of shit trying to get rid of these things. Maybe now they'll die with her."

"Talking to yourself again, Rella?" Gus stormed into the room through the open door.

"I just can't believe I finally took back what is mine. Can you believe they wanted me to be their slave in my own father's house? My house!"

Gus hopped onto the couch, smiling as he made himself comfortable on a cushion. "They had it coming. The only thing shocking is how long it took ya to do it. I mean, you could have gotten away with it and saved yourself a lot of trauma."

"They were my family."

"No, they weren't. You were just as dull as your father. Trusting an old hag and her ugly bitchlettes."

Cinderella fell silent. Her nonchalant demeanor eluded Gus who just grinned back at her, unremorseful over his taunts.

"Where's Jaq?" Cinderella changed the subject, looking over at the door.

Gus shrugged. "Beats me."

"You two are supposed to help me prepare for the ball."

"After what happened, Jaq doesn't care. He told me to tell you to go kill yourself."

"I should have trumpled that rodent the first chance I had. No matter." Cinderella stood up. "Time to get ready."

Gus ran ahead of Cinderella up the stairs. He followed her into her step mother's bedroom. Unlike her mouldy bedroom in the basement, this one was spacious with a high density queen sized bed and a walk-in closet. Tying the room together was a chandelier of dangling crystals that the large window complimented during the day.

Cinderella got on the bed and slid down her panties. Gus burst out laughing on the floor at the sound of urine hitting the duvet. A fart followed and Gus collapsed to the floor. He rested on his side as Cinderella jumped off the bed, laughing.

"Failed to take a dump?"

"Turns out I didn't have a fresh load."

Cinderella matched into the closet, eying the beautiful garments on hangers. She pulled out an olive green sleeveless dress with black gloves, smiling at her reflection in the mirror. Gus covered his eyes as she tried it on.

"I don't like how this looks on me," she said after awhile.

Gus peeped at her through the slits of his claws. He gapped at Cinderella.

She was holding up the bust of the dress while the gloves sagged around her arms. The waist of the dress folded around Cinderella's, making a ridiculous bump in the middle.

"You're too skinny for that dress. Try another one."

"They're all the same size. None of them will do!"

Cinderella tore the dress off and kicked it across the closet. Tears streamed down her sunken cheeks as she ripped the garments off their hangers.

"How will I go to the ball now?!"

Gus rushed to her but a shadow appeared above him. He looked up to clothes coming his way, and before he realized it, he was buried deep. Cinderella barely heard his muffled screams as she piled more dresses on him.

"Why is it that no matter what I do, whatever I touch turns to shit!"

"Perhaps I may be of help."

Cinderella gasped, unable to recognize the voice. Teary eyed, she looked around the closet. With bated breaths, she asked, "Who's there?"

"It's Britney, bitch!"

Music with an upbeat temple started playing from nowhere. It sounded like nothing Cinderella ever heard of; so alien in tune that she thought she was dreaming. She covered her ears, cringing at the vibrations against her eardrums.

Gus poked his head out from the clothes, and when he saw a large sparkly cloud twirl in the middle of the room, his jaw fell all the way down.

Emerging out of the cloud was a large fairy in a glittery red dress. The cloud cleared and Cinderella got a good look of her sudden guest's face.

"You're a man," she said.

The music cut like someone just stopped a record. The fairy flared its hairy nostrils, gritting its discolored teeth at Cinderella.

"I identify as a woman and use 'she and her' pronouns, thank you very much," she curtly said, stroking her full beard with red bows on it.

Cinderella squinted her eyes. "I can literally see your bulge through your dress," she argued.

"Look, whore, I came here to help you. I got places to be so let's not waste any more of my time."

"Who are you?"

"Britney. Your fairy godmother," the fairy grinned. "Let's started, now shall we?"