Jackunzel Drabbles (The Original)

Are You Threatening Me?

“Are you threatening me?” The platinum blonde’s blue eyes were narrowed at the small woman before her, dwarfed by her own heels.

“No, I’m not. I’m promising you, Elsa.” Rapunzel said, her shoulders square and her own green eyes glared at the woman on her doorstep, “If you ever come near my boyfriend again, you’ll have more than just hurt pride to deal with.”

Both women sized each other up, looking the other over. Despite the hair, everything about them was total opposite from their looks to their personalities. Elsa wore tight black jeans with a white sparkled shirt and a small leather jacket. Her hair was a loose braid, her make up dark to match the look and the knee-high boots. Rapunzel stood in the doorway of her boyfriends apartment, wearing a floral light pink dress, feet bare and light powder and lip-gloss. Her hair fell down her back in waves of gold, green eyes flashed with an anger that was usually foreign to her.

“Looks like he went and got himself a trophy wife.” The leather-clad woman scoffed.

“You know what they say, out with the old and in with the new.” Rapunzel gave her a bright smile.

A blue eye twitched in irritation. “You know, he’s not the kind of guy to just settle down. You’re setting yourself up for a rude awakening when he gets bored.”

“He’s not going to get bored.” Rapunzel seethed.

“Oh really? What do you think happened with me? ‘Didn’t work out’? No, he went stir crazy. He’ll be back, he always comes back to me.” She smirked.

“Goodbye Elsa.” Rapunzel stated, closing the door.

The door shut and there was a moment saved for the tension before she heard those heels walk away. The blonde felt her heart squeeze in her chest, her lungs felt liked they lack the air they needed. She felt tears sting her eyes. She guessed this is what it felt like when your heart broke. It felt like she was drowning, her body fighting against her like a sickness spreading from the inside out. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hold in the sobs, trying to hold in the way her heart constricted in her breast.

She made her way down the hall to the bedroom. She let herself fall onto the bed, pulling her knees up to her chest and let out the sobs she tried to keep hidden. It was as if lying down in his bed made everything burst from her. Her shoulders shook, her voice cracked. She had not cried this hard in a very long time. But she had never felt anything like this before.

It was all a lie. Everything he had told her, every time he said he loved her. He was lying. He had Elsa. He always had Elsa. She was just a product of his boredom, of his need to explore something new. But he always went back to her. Why else would she show up at his apartment with a text message for her to come over? She had a key to his place! She had shown her the text message he had sent from work. It was his number. He had planned to…

No, not plan to. He was cheating on her.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been lying there. She had run out of tears to cry, her sobs were broken and dry. Sleep had teased her, pulling her into its depths. She was so tired. Tired of crying, of trying, of loving someone who didn’t love her. She never heard the door open, or the man walk into the apartment.

But Jack did notice that dinner was made and set, that a pink jacket lay on his couch. His brow furrowed. Huh. Rapunzel never said she was coming over. He smiled at the dishes she laid out for them, always surprised that she was so thoughtful. He had never met a girl like Rapunzel before. She was smart, gorgeous, kind and selfless. Not many guys like him got girls like her. He looked at himself in the mirror. His white hair was a mess down to the lower shaved half that was dyed black, his white shirt was stained with liquor but his black vest hid it well. His piercings glinted in the living room lights, as did his dark black tattoos.