Snow and the Wishing Well (Fallen Tales series)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15
Justin
I hadn't seen Snow in three days, not that I was counting.
Why would she do it? Why would she sell her body like some sort of, some sort of... prostitute.
I hit myself in the forehead, feeling like a stupid fool.
Was I that shallow? Did I only see her for what she did then who she was? Every time I thought of her, it was ruined but the thought of when I found out about what she did to earn money. 
I was that shallow.
But don't I have a right to be.
I didn't grow up like everyone else. I lived in a great house, had a good education and always had my family around me. I had lived like that ever since my birth mother left.
I sighed, shaking the thought away. I could never stand the thought of my birth mother. I didn't remember much about her. Ma had told me that she had been her maid. Even a friend at times. So when she had abandoned me, Ma knew that there was only one thing that she could do. Raise me as her own.
I stopped, something had caught my eye.
I turned back around, and realized that it had been a lingerie shop. Why would a lingerie shop catch my eye?
I pressed my hands up against the window trying to see what had caught my eye. When I was going to give up and ashamed that it was just my mind being a male, I realized what it was. It wasn't what was in the shop, it was who. Snow.
She stared at herself in the mirror as the sales women fessed over her, bringing her all sorts of things. Corsets, garters, bras, panties.
The one she wore, made my heart race. A black corset with a matching garter and fishnet stockings. But it didn't match her colour.
Though the two sales women talked and talked about what would suit her best, she just stared at her reflection. Sad and hopeless.
When she heard the bell from the door, and spotted me, she bolted for the change rooms.
"No, Snow wait!" I called as I ran. The two sales women parted letting me through.
"Go away Justin, you've done enough," she said once I had gotten to the door.
"I'm sorry, I really am," I told her. As if that would help.
"Well sorry isn't good enough. This is all your fault!" she yelled.
"I know," I admitted. I should have left when she told me too.
"Oh how charming of you to admit that,"
"Just talk to me."
She stayed quiet. I pushed my back against the door, wanting her to give in.
"I'm miserable, Justin," she admitted quietly.
"I know."
I didn't know if she was also pushing her back against the door, but I knew that she was. Like we had some sort of connection, right there and then.
"Let's go somewhere, and talk about it," I suggested.
I was about to sigh, giving in that she wouldn't come out, but the door opened.
She wore no smile but I swear I saw something in her eyes.
My eyes followed down her body, without my control. When they finally reach her eyes, her eyebrow was raised.
"Well, I don't think it's your colour."



Sarah
"So that's what you do for a living?" Justin asked awkwardly as we walked down a calm street. Only a few people walked along the pavement and even less cars drove past. I guess it was Sunday.
I knew talking about this was uneasy for him, but he seemed as if he wanted to know. Like he wanted me to know that he was okay talking about it even if he wasn't really okay. It just made me wonder even more about him. Where did he come from, what is his family like, what was his childhood like? Why did he care about me and what I thought of him?
"Since I first came to London," I told him.
"How do you," he paused, "I mean, how do you make sure that you don't get –."
He stopped.
My eyes widen as I realized what he meant.
"Oh, I have a rule. No condom, no deal."
He chuckled as if mocking me, "Right."
"So, where were you before London?" he asked.
I opened my mouth to speak but then quickly closed it. How much of the story did I want to tell?
"I lived in a small town, Seven Hills. About a ten hour bus ride from here."
"Wow, why did you come here, if it's so far away?" he asked.
I stopped walking, my heart pounding at the memory of that night.
I'm sorry miss, but your father is dead.
Dead? That can't be.
He is miss, he passed away in his sleep.
"Snow?" Justin asked cautious.
I shook the thought away.
"Family reasons," I quickly stated as we continued to walk down the street.
I quickly changed the subject.
"So where did you grow up?" I asked.
"Ahh, I actually grew up on an estate not far from Carlisle."
I stayed quiet thinking that he would keep talking. When he didn't, I looked at him, founding him staring at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, I just thought you would be surprised."
It was then I realized that he didn't know that I already knew that he was a land owner.
"I am," I said too quickly to be true, "okay fine. I asked Michael about you."
He frowned, "Michael, the homeless shelter owner?"
"Yeah, I was curious so I asked who you were."
I watched his reaction hoping that he didn't make the connection between Michael and I. He couldn't know that he was the one that was making me buy the lingerie, and making me feel like trash.
I shook the thought away.
"Anyway, so what was it like?" I asked again wanting us to get back to the topic at hand.
"Oh, right, it was great," it would have been. Mine certainly was, for a while.
But the way he said made me not believe it, so I scoffed.
"What?" he asked.
"Tell the truth."
"I am," his high voice gave it away and he knew it, "Fine, it was lonely. My parents couldn't have kids so it was just me in a really big house."
His tone was hollow, but not unhappy. I knew there was more to the story but I didn't push him. If I had secrets, so could he.
"I didn't have any siblings either," I admitted to him. He looked at me as if he wanted me to elaborate, "My mother died when I was five. I guess after that my father didn't want any more kids."
"Did he remarry?"
Hello Sarah, I'm Victoria. I'm going to be your knew Mother. I know that we're going to be great friends.
I shook the thought away.
"Yes he did, when I was seven."
It was harder to admit than I thought. Had it only been two years since my mother died?
"I'm guessing you didn't like her?"
So it's true, my father was murdered. She'll try and kill me to, won't she?
I shook the thought away.
"I did."
He scoffed, "Tell the truth."
I groaned, realizing that it was hard for me to admit my true feelings for her.
"I did, at first. But they didn't love each other."
"And how do you know that?"
Because I caught her making out with my father's head hunter.
"Because I could just tell. My father never got over my mother's death and Victoria –," I stopped. And Victoria just wanted his title, lands and people.
"And Victoria, what?" Justin asked.
I shook the thought away.
"And Victoria didn't love him either," I quickly added.
We were silent till we came to the park. Walking over to the well, we sat on the edge of it being careful not to fall it.
I was tired of having a sad conversation. I wanted to move on, I needed to.
"Do you know, that this is a wishing well," I stated, almost proud that I knew.
He frowned in disbelief, "Really Snow. You believe in that."
"Yeah," I said over excited, "Look, if you say something and it echoes your wish will come true."
"Okay, do it," he challenged.
"Okay," I had accepted his challenge, "I wish."
I wish it echoed.
"That, Justin."
That Justin
"Would give me back my key?"
My key.
I turned to him and saw his smug reaction.
"I'm not giving you back the key," he stated with his arms crossed.
A smiled formed on my face as an idea formed in my mind.
"I wish that Justin would be tackled to the ground."
To the ground.
He frowned, "What?"
With as much forced that I could master, I ran head first at him. With my hands out embracing the impact, I felt the ground disappeared from beneath me. It was only when I hit something hard and I heard Justin groan that I realized my eyes were shut. I opened them and found myself on top of him. I lifted myself up by my arms but they gave way making me fall on him again. He groaned, coughing for air.
"Okay, okay," he groaned. I found myself giggling, something I thought I had forgotten how to do. The brown colour of his eyes caught me into a trap, making my heart race. The thought of kissing his sweet lips was so clear in my mind that I didn't realize that that's what I wanted. Just when I thought he was going to kiss me, a silver metal came into my view. The key.
"I guess it really is a wishing well."