Breaking the Cinderella Rules

❁ LOVE IS the moment

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Chapter 6 - LOVE IS the moment

Cinder

“Where do you live, Cinder? I’m going to drop you in your house,” Ryan repeated for a thousand times. I cringed as he said the word house. The memory of my bitter past and my current situation at home appeared in an instance. Like a wound that stabbed me so deeply, my life was one of the reasons I hated myself.

Why can’t I just be someone else?

Why must I embrace this horrible life that is draining my whole life?

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Ash peering outside the windows. He seemed to be thinking of something deeply, and I didn’t have the guts to ask him anything. I was afraid of everything. As I kept questioning my fearlessness, I ended in one conclusion that I had just realized now: I was afraid of him.

Him.

When Ash killed Miss Dory, I was literally shocked. It was only the first time that I saw Ash, but from the look of his eyes, I could tell that he’s not a kid who would kill for nothing. His blue eyes reflected warmth when he handed me one hand, trying to help me get off the roof of his truck. But those eyes changed when he senselessly murdered someone. Those blue eyes turned darker and were filled with remorse and coldness. My skin shivered at the thought of him.

Why should he kill?

I stared at Ash as he slowly closed his eyes. Before I knew it, he was already asleep. He was probably too tired from the exhausting interrogation from the police station.

“Ash,” Ryan said.

I looked at him. “He’s asleep.”

He chuckled. “No, that’s not what I mean.”

I blinked, not getting what he meant.

“He isn’t a senseless killer as you think he is,” he said. “He just has one of the roughest life.”

“I don’t get it,” I admitted. “Why kill? There can’t be no other solution other than killing. I mean, the sorry magic word could’ve healed even the deepest wounds.”

Ryan sighed. He gripped the stirring wheel tighter and stirred the truck to the left. His eyes were still focused on the dark empty road. I knew he was trying to avoid my look when he turned away, pretending to inspect the road on the left.

“What if there’s no other solution other than to kill? Would you kill?” Ryan asked.

“I still wouldn’t kill,” I replied honestly. No matter how bitter my stepmother and sister could be to me, I wouldn’t kill. I have no heart to kill. That’s why I’m too weak, too easy to be broken into pieces. I couldn’t fight back those who hit me with knives that pierce directly into my soul.

Too weak.

“Then you have not experienced suffering,” Ryan simply stated.

I crossed my arms. “I experience hurt everyday. Trust me. Those people in my house are not even related to me.”

“Really? Then you could’ve understood a bit of his heart, taste a bit of his feelings,” Ryan said, pointing at Ash.

“Why? Is he adopted?” I questioned.