The Not So Perfect Cinderella

Chapter 2 ~ Moving In

The Not So Perfect Cinderella : Chapter Two :) 

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"Sometimes you have to try not to care, no matter how much you do. Because, sometimes, you mean nothing to someone who means everything to you."

-Anonymous 

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    I had started cleaning directly after my incident with mother. Finished at six o’clock, I went into the kitchen. My stomach growled in protest, for I did not eat anything. In the kitchen, I was accompanied with my dear sister. She was at the counter reading the new addition of her collection of teen magazines.

     When she looked up at me, I savored the moment when she gave me a look without hate. It was quickly replaced with pure disgust and anger when she realized who I was. I ignored her, or at least tried to, and went to the fridge to get out the leftover chinese food we had last week. Yes I said last week but I wouldn’t get anything better. My mother doesn’t allow me to eat the food she cooks. Cruel, but you get used to it with time.

    I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt someone’s nails digging into my forearm. I gasped and turned facing the minster who dared hurt me. There stood my sister, a look of rage in her eyes.

     “Did you not hear me, dog?? Or are you deaf too. I mean, I already know that you’re blind, look at what you’re wearing.” A smirk grazed her face and I whipped my hand out of her grip. “What did you want?” I replied coldly. “Get to cooking, the steak isn’t going to cook itself, dimwit!” Shocked, I asked, “Who is coming over? Are we having guests?” 

    The minute the words slipped out, I regretted it. My sister stood there shacking with rage. “Shut your mouth and get to work. Mother and I will be having guests and you will be the waiter. You will be asking what they want for drinks and bring the food to our table, got it?” Nodding quickly, she went out the kitchen door. By the time I recovered it was already 6:30. If I started now, I would have enough time to finish the steak.

    About an hour later, the steak was done and my mother and sister were all dressed and ready. Alyssa wore a blue mermaid dress that stuck to her like a second skin.Mother was wearing a sleek black dress that reached higher than mid-thigh. From the looks of them, I knew that our guests were ‘special’ in some way. 

    “Bethany!! Go wear some jeans and a decent t-shirt!!! I don’t want the guests to be too repulsed to eat!!” My mother screeched. I ran up to my closet and looked for some jeans.I found a pair of blue jeans but I decided to leave my jumper on. 

    As I changed, I heard the bell ring. That must be them. There were heels clicking until I heard the door open.I ran out of the bathroom making a beeline to the kitchen. I already knew that my mom didn’t want to be seen with me, and neither did Alyssa.

    About fifteen minutes later, my mother called out, “ Bethany!! Bring us the food, darling.” I rolled my eyes. Darling. The word I wanted all my life to hear from my mother, with love. I could hear the hate seeping from that word when she said it. 

   As I was picking up the tray, I noticed that my forearm was bleeding from where Alyssa scratched me. That evil devil!! She will pay, one day, she will pay for what she’s done. I covered my arm and went into the dining room where they had been seated. My head held low. I didn’t intend to look up for I knew that my mom would scold me for looking at them with my ugly eyes. It wouldn’t be the first time. 

   I placed the trays on the table and darted to the door. I was stopped when my mother called out my name, “Bethany, these are our guests, Collin Smith and Mr. Smith.” My jaw slightly opened at those names but I quickly closed it before my mom noticed.

     I looked up and caught the eyes of Collin. His face was more than shocked. I turned to look at Mr. Smith. He was a tall man, definitely shorter than Collin, but nonetheless tall. He was a slim man with warm mud brown eyes and charcoal black hair. He had a huge grin plastered on his face and I directly knew that he was a good person. How Collin was his son was beyond me!

    I nodded to them and when I turned to look at my mother, she was giving me a murderous glare. As I scurried off, I caught Collin giving me a curious look. Why would my bully do that? I was probably hallucinating. 

    I went back a few times asking what hey wanted to drink but never meeting there eyes . I looked down like a good girl, not wanting a beating after they left. About two hours later, my mother came into the kitchen, where I had been doing nothing, and pulled me outside. I didn’t struggle out of her grip for I knew if I tried, she would do worse.

    She pulled me out on the porch and said, “ The Smiths are staying and they got backpacks. Go get them from their car.” She handed me some keys and went inside. I was terrified. Would Collin kill me in my sleep? Abuse me in the middle of the night? I shuddered. How will I coop??

    Mr. Smith was packing. There, parked in front of our house, was a red ferrari. Why would THEY live with US? I mean, we’re pretty average but come on! He probably owned a mansion! I unlocked the door and took out the bags. They were going to stay for a long while by the looks of it. I picked the four bags, locked the car, and ran inside.

    Dropping the bags next to the door, I went to the dinning room to pick up the dirty plates. Alyssa was the only one there. “Bethany, you will be sleeping in the garage from now on because Collin is sleeping in your room for the time being. Take a blanket and pillow and improvise.” Shocking as it is, I’ve slept in the garage numerous times before. When my sister would have huge parties, I would be the one sleeping in the garage.

    I went to my room and found Collin standing there staring at the picture I stuck to my mirror. It was of my dad, my mom, and Alyssa. I wasn’t born then, so you could see the joy and happiness in there eyes. I had wished my family stayed that way. I went to my bed and changed my pillow and bed sheets. I knew that he wouldn’t want to sleep on the same sheets that I did. I felt his eyes on me as I went around the room sorting things. 

    “Where are you going to sleep? And aren’t you going to take your pillow and blanket?” It shocked me that he asked this but I answered, “I’ll be sleeping in the garage and I have spare pillows and blankets down there.” I said.“For when I needed them.” I mumbled.

    As I was almost done cleaning up, Collin turned back to the picture. “Where were you in this picture? And where’s your dad now?” He was really curious by the looks of it and scared that id I didn’t answer him, he would beat me.

    I bent my head and said, “The picture was taken before I was born. My father......is just not here.” Collin stepped forward and I backed away. We went on like this until I was trapped between the wall and him. He raised his hand and I flinched.

   “Please don’t hurt me, Collin. I…I promise I won’t do it again. Just please don’t hurt me.” I sobbed the last part and in the first time in a long time, I felt weak. He put his hand down and I kept my gaze at the floor. I ran out of the room and headed for the garage.

It was going to be a long night.

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