After It All (A rewrite of 'The Frog Prince' By the Brothers Grimm)

Anne sat on a chair in the kitchen, facing the sink.  The pale moonlight shone brightly on her beautiful red hair.  She threw her stress ball against the glass pane of the little half-open window above the sink.  It bounced off the window, onto and off of the little metal wall dividing the sink, and back into her hand.  She threw it rhythmically, over and over and over again.  Except one time it hit the edge of the sink wall, hitting the opposite one and rolling quickly down the disposal.  "Crap,"  she muttered, before getting up and looking down the small hole.  "There is no way I'm sticking my hand in there."  

Her attention was whipped away from the sink when she heard a loud Ribbit.  She looked at the little window, and there on the sill was a little frog.  She smiled at it.  "I don't suppose you can help me get my ball, huh little buddy?"

"Well, yes.  for a price."  She rubbed and blinked her eyes.  when she opened them, he was still there.

"Alright, let's pretend this is actually happening.  What are your conditions?"

"If I get your ball, you have to let me eat dinner with you, let me sleep i n your bed and be your companion."  She laughed.

"Okay, fine.  If you get my ball I'll do all those things."

The frog gave her what appeared to be a nod before hopping on the faucet, into the sink and down the disposal.  He threw the ball up, hopping onto the counter.

"Thanks!"  she said with a  smile, before placing him outside the window and shutting it.  She promptly walked away with her ball.

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The next night, she was eating dinner with her father in the kitchen.  suddenly, the frog hopped up to the little half open window above the sink.  "Miss, You have betrayed me!  you promised that if I retrieved your ball, you would let me be your companion!  And after I did, you shut me out!"  Her father looked up at the frog, then at Anne.  

" Annabelle? Is this true?"  she gaped at her father.

"The talking frog doesn't bother you?"  He shook his head and took another bite.

"It's been a long day, I really don't care if it's there are not.  now, did you promise the frog?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Then you must fulfill your promise."

"Daddy!"

"Annabelle!  you will keep your promises!  Mr. frog, you may come in."  Anne threw her head back and groaned as the frog happily hopped into the kitchen.  He gracefully hopped  from the counter to the table.  He hopped next to Anne's plate,  eating off of it.  He enjoyed the meal quite much,  but she felt sick the whole time. 

 "I am finished eating, and I would like to go to bed."  Anne angrily shoved her plate in the sink, harshly picking up the frog and carrying it to her room.  She plopped it down on her bed stand  and crawled into bed, not bothering  to get dressed in her pajamas or anything.  

Suddenly, she felt a slimy thing next to her cheek.  She sat up and screamed, picking the frog up and throwing it against the wall.

"I hate you, you nasty toad!  Get away from me!"  But, he was no longer a frog.  He was a really cute guy which -for some indeterminable reason-  was fully dressed.  She gasped, getting slowly out of her bed and walking over to the prince.  

"A witch turned me into a frog, and you are the only one who could save me.  thank you."  he pulled out his phone  and dialed a number.  A gruff voice answered.

"Who is it and what do you want?  And how did you get a hold of  peter's phone?"

"Henry?  It's me, I'm back."  He said, a smile creeping across his face.  

"Henry,what's up with you?  You sound horrible!"

"Where are you?"

"The corner of stonewall street and strawberry lane, Annabelle Stranger's house."

"I'll be right over."  Peter smiled again and put his phone back in his pocket.  Anne went over to him, smiling.  He looked away and headed for the door.

"Daddy look!  Isn't he cute?  So, Peter  Are you my new boyfriend or what ever?"   She said giddily, Clinging to his arm.  "I mean, that's how the story goes isn't it?"

"No!"  Get off of me.  I don't want to be anywhere near you you rotten, bratty, rude, promise-breaking hypocrite."  He turned to her father.  "I thank you kindly sir, for without you my curse would never have been broken.  Here's my number, if you ever need anything.  I am forever in your debt."  Her father just looked at the boy, taking the card and just gaping at him.  He shook his head and returned back to cleaning the dishes.  Peter walked to the door,  and almost there when there was a loud knock at the door.  Peter slowly opened it, revealing a slightly shorter, dangerously thin boy about his age with fluffy brown hair, a  crooked smile an a pair of thin glasses thrown carelessly on is pale face.   He drew peter into a tight embrace.  

"I thought you had died Peter.  I thought you were dead."  Peter   slowly maneuvered  Henry out the door.  He cupped Henry’s pale face in his hands.

"Henry, what happened?  You don't look so good."  Henry gave a small smile.

"Substance abuse.  But, It's fine I'm fine I-"  

 "Henry...Haven't you been seeing anyone since I left?  It's been a few years."

"No.  There wasn't anyone else."  Peter gave a sad smile as a tear rolled down his cheek.  He cupped Henry's face in his hands and leaned forward, kissing his one true lover.