F**k You Prince Charming!

1: Charity Girl

~Cursing is involved, also violence. So, if you have a thing about my shitty censorship, or the fact that blood and gore don't cause me to puke like a delicate little flower don't read. Much appreciated. ~

~Chapter One~

I woke up feeling happy, the birds were singing, I had had a great sleep and life was generally wonderful!

In a Disney movie.

But reality kicks in pretty fast, as I can only hope my usual coffee will. Because between the rushing, the breakfast making, the chores, the orders and my own preparations for school, I have no time for the social calendar that my step-sisters constantly worry and whine over. Most days I spend my personal hour studying marketing methods at the library, and after that, working as an intern at a Reopen Games.

But today work was off, and the library closed for maintenance. I had no other choice but to 'hang out' with my step-sisters at their hangout, the local coffee shop. The owner of The Alphabet Cafe was a really nice guy, however, my family kind of let down my style.

So it was with a heavy heart I realised that there was no more homework to do, and that my step-mother wanted me out of the house as soon as possible. So, I hurriedly joined my step-sisters and their group of friends as they strode down the streets, making their way to the coffee shop.

"So, Melinda. How is it going with Jeremy? Getting close?" Interrogates Darling, my first step-sister. She is an eternal gossip, and has to know everything. When I was seven she spilled my secret about my crush on a certain Michael.

"He is so dumb! Why can't he see? You have a great boyfriend, Treasure!" Gushed said Melinda, and I rolled my eyes. Treasure went through two boyfriends a month, and once made me cater for their 'romantic' date.

The four boys that had tagged along talked about sports, and they were closer to me. Currently they were discussing Karate, and commenting on how cool the style was, and how awesome the moves were. Just from my vantage point of a metre away, I could tell their knowledge was limited. The one other slightly intelligent looking guy there had a despairing look on his face as he listened to the ignorant commentary. I struggled to hold back a snort, unsuccessfully.

The guys stopped and stared at me. Two glared. One looked mildly high, or was just really, really dumb. The one who had actually got some brains smirked. The first two stepped up to me.

"What was that, charity girl?" They patronized, and while I couldn't break their arms in public, I could make an invisible mark. No one called me charity girl and got away with it.

One of them guessed my next move, and came at me with his arm. He grabbed my wrist, ready to twist it, but I brought my hand over, and pushed him onto his knees. His friend followed, but soon he lay on his back, my knee digging into his rib cage.

"What is my name?" I asked, and when I got no response dug my knee deeper.

"Sorry, Karma!" He gasped, and with a smirk I let them both go, and watched them stumble off to catch up with their girlfriends, who were already in the cafe.

The one with brains, his name was Derek, I think, sidled up to me. Did he want a go? I had seen him around the dojo, but only doing simple stuff. And if he though he was going to say anything to me he was dead wrong. I don't take crap from any one.

Except my family.

Which sucks, but so does life in general.

"That was pretty awesome back there." He said, and I smiled a wee bit, shocked by the compliment.

"But I bet you can't do it again!" He finished, and I rolled my eyes. Nope, the same as all the others. A girl is weak, and she needs to be saved. It's times like these I miss the forty decent boys in my school.

"Do you want me to break your arm? I'll prove it." I challenge, and with a smirk he steps back and prepares himself.

"If you actually manage to break my arm, I'll pay for you to have a coffee here. If you can't, I'll be expecting my gift card." He says, and I gesture with my hand that he can start.

He runs at me, his fist balled up and ready to punch. I swiftly block him, and proceed to snake my arm around his, and twist until I can hear the bone snapping. He gasps, but no crying.

Oh no, a man like him never cries. Far too masculine and macho for that bullshit we call emotion.

Thankfully a few years at highschool, forced into spending time in the volunteer program of working at the nurses office has taught me a few things. Believe it or not, I can set a broken bone. Miss Crawford takes her job very, very seriously. So I drag a wheezing Derek into the cafe, and ask Tom if I can use his first aid kit. He goes into the kitchen and comes out with a red box, which I open and use to set and bandage the wound.

A few winces and growls of pain, but this guy is good. I've seen tougher fighters cry like babies when I twist their arms a little.

Darling, Treasure and their little group are staring at me now. Shit. I'll pay for this. I help him over, and have barely sat down before Darling is cooing at him, and 'nursing' him.

"Charity girl!" Tiredly, I raise my head, ready for another ridiculous request that they can't get off the lazy asses for. Derek raises his eyebrows at my subdued reaction, remembering the scuffle outside. He must be new.

"Yeah, Treasure?" I respond, doodling on my wrist. Mainly violent and creative drawings of certain individuals deaths.

"We want two coffees, three hot chocolate drinks, a caramel frappe and a chocolate muffin. Go! Be back in ten minutes."

I blink, take in the order, and make my way to the counter. Tom is there and already knows half the order. I decide to wait there for it, since sitting with them only results in either humiliation or work. Or both.

When I am finally forced to return, they slurp down their drinks fast, while I sit there fidgeting, imagining my doodles depicted in photorealism on a huge screen. My happy place. Sadly, reality kicks in.

Every fucking time.

~Anna Kendrick as Karma~

~Adam Levine as Derek~

~Bella Thorne & Caroline Sunshine as the step-sisters~

~Megan Dodds as the step-mother ~

I love you all! Have a very merry Christmas!