Cindy's POV
I awoke to the sound of the train master shaking me awake, he was telling me to get off because we have reached New Orleans. I got off and checked the clock in the train station, it was 12:35 a.m. I had noticed I am late, and needed to get home. The assasin will be at the house at dawn, and my house 3 miles away. I coudn't dare to walk.
"Hi, Ms.Lady, I reckon' you need a ride?" a handsome young man had asked.
"Yes, actually. Down to Mulberry Street. To the green house at the end." I replied.
"Why don't you ride with me, I'm heading to the same place. Supposed to be there by dawn might of fact." he said.
I agreed to ride in the carriage with him to my house. It was a silent ride, I looked down wondering if I had my wallet. While looking down I saw the man wore gloves and held a gun in his left pocket. Very odd might I say, but I didn't ask because my dad had a gun in his left pocket also.
"Hey, do you know where the Marley Cemetery is?" he asked.
"Yeah it's right next to my house. Why do you want to know?" I questioned.
"Oh, just gonna visit to pay my respects to father." he replied.
"Oh." I said disappointed.
We kept riding down the street, until we reached my house. We both got out and walked to my front door. WIth bags in my hands and a game face on we walked in
Mady's POV
I heard a carriage stop in the front of the house, wondering what it was I told father and rushed to the door. Hoping that it would be Cindy, and it was. But instead of me opening the door, the door opened by itself and I saw my wonderful sister Cindy. But a strange man was also behind her. The strange man pulled a gun, I was so scared I didn't even notice it was my ad who got shot. I just started running off into the darkness wondering when I would see the light. But I never did soon, I ran into a big tree and then I fell into a haze that I seemed to stay in for a while.
Lady Tremaine's POV
I heard the door open a scream go on thorough the whole house. I knew who it was and got out the money ready to pay him. I grabbed the money George (Mady and Cindy's father) had been saving for Cindy's 16th birthday. As soon as I got to the dining room I saw that Cindy was right next to the assassination.
"I see you came." I remarked, "by the looks of your father a little too late.."
Cindy's face was astonished by how cruel, and fierce I was towards her father. I just viciously killed him within 8 days of our marriage.
"I always keep my promises, and so do your friends Titanna and Navid." I said.
Cindy's POV
I was so mad, irritated I wanted to hurt her i some way shape or form. But I didn't, I didn't want to become like her. As I was, going to walk towards her she said something about Navid and Titanna keeping their "promises". I didn't think too hard or long on that thought because the murderer pushed me into the attic, where hay and some old potato sacks lay. He locked the door and started talking to Lady Tremaine. I heard muffled sounds, then I heard my stepsisters laughing (more like cackling like evil witches). Then I heard the front door open and close, I also heard the footsteps of my stepmother coming to the attic. The door opened slowly.
"I guess, you're going to kill me too." I said sarcastically.
"No, actually the opposite. I've always wanted a maid. But you're cheapskate father never let me have one. Now I get one I don't even have to pay for. That's even better. Those are your sheets." Lady Tremaine said.
She nodded towards the empty potato sacks in the corner. I looked in confusion.
"I siad you are a maid,don't get your hopes up. And no you won't get a cot." Lady Tremaine smirked and walked off locking the door behind her.
I was left alone in the dark. Questioning thinking and hoping about what my step mother meant by Titanna and Navid keeping their promises. Also wondering why, she just wanted me to be alive, she already had my fathers' riches.
.....................................................................................................................................~Author's Note~
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The Untold Stories of Fairytales: Book 1
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