She's Not Cinderella

That sounded wrong

I breathed a sigh of relief as he didn't wake up.

I began to creep out of the room.

And then my phone rang.

The loud, high pitched melody marked my downfall as his eyes opened and he saw me.

I gasped and did the first thing that came to mind.

I ran.

I ran to my room and slammed the door. Hearing his heavy footsteps behind me I pushed a chair under the doorknob and searched for other ways to stop him from coming in. I didn't have much furniture. My eyes settled on the wardrobe.

I wheezed as I slowly pushed the wardrobe towards the door. It was a heavy old thing, solid wood, left from the previous owners.

I propped it up against the door and sighed.

"A-Adele.." called the drunken man. In his current state he probably wouldn't be able to come in, but he wouldn't be drunk forever and I couldn't stay here for long. I glanced towards my window. It had been bolted closed for as long as I could remember. There was no other way to leave to room.

At this point I began to regret declining William's request. I couldn't accept though, I knew that. I couldn't accept his pity. I couldn't just rely on others, when others were relying on me.

I sank down onto my bed. I could hear his footsteps pounding around the house, calling my name, and I shivered. If he got me I might not be as lucky as I was before.

My phone came to life again. I glared at the dastardly device, the source of my troubles before I picked up.

"Hello."

"Adeline, why the hell weren't you picking up?"

It was William. I frowned, wondering whether to hang up on him.

"Are you okay?"

I didn't answer, listening to his voice in silence.

"Are you mad at me?"

That was a good question.

"No, I'm not. I'm just upset."

"Why? Did that cameraman do something?"

"No! I just..." I sighed, running my fingers through my hair.

My door handle turned.

"Ade-line!" sang my dad, twisting and turning the knob. "Are you rea-dy?"

"What was that? Was it Graeme? If he did something, I swear I'll kill him."

"No. No. I just..." I quickly thought up a lie. "Made him a snack. He wants it."

My heart was pounding in my chest.

"Are you sure?"

"Why won't this door open?"

"Yes I'm sure. Why wouldn't I?"

The door opened an inch.

"You b*tch trying to keep your father out!"

"What was that?"

One tear rolls down my face.

"N-nothing. I think we should stop talking."

The door opens wider.

Dark eyes peek through.

"Adeline? Why?"

"I know you want it!"

"Adeline! Talk to me!"

One phone hung up.