He Called Her Cinderella

Chapter Six

        "Julianna, Justice, good to see you! What are you talking about?" I asked inncocently.

        "Look, you're going to help one of us be the queen, or mom will hear about this," Justice hissed.

        "Are you blackmailing me?" I gasped.

        "Yes," Julianna grinned.

        "Now, you have until tomorrow to tell Charlie that it was one of us. And once he is convinced, you will get your necklace and mother won't know," Justice explained.

        "Which one of you?" I asked.

        "Whichever one looks more like you," Julianna shrugged.

        One thing that was virtuous about the twins: as long as one was happy, they both were happy.

        "I'm not going to lie to him," I said.

        "She's so noble!" Justice gasped.

        "Refusing to lie to lover boy!" Julianna added.

        "What exactly are you doing now? If you're not telling him the truth, you must be lying," Justice told me.

        "You lied about the necklace," Julianna reminded me.

        "We'll give you tonight to think it over," Justice graciously granted.

        "But tomorrow is show time," Julianna giggled.

        "Did we mention that we already told mom?" Justice suddenly asked.

        "You what? I thought you said you weren't going to!" I tried not to scream.

        "We just said that hoping you'd go tell him now," Julianna shrugged.

        "She was the one who gave us this idea," Justice continued.

        "So,  if I were you, I'd be on my best behavior," Julianna advised.

        "Come home immediately after school," Justice smiled.

        "And follow the plan," Julianna laughed, and the two walked off.

        Oh my chicken nuggets. This was bad.

        I had three afternoon classes, mainly just studying for finals and being told to confess.

        Finally, I drove home, took a deep breath, and walked through the door.

        "Young lady," Stephanie said calmly. "You have some explaining to do."

        The speech I had prepared all afternoon was ready to be told to her, but I couldn't do it. Imagine trying to tell your mother that you were leaving. Except not actually your mother, but some abusive female. That sounds easy, right? Wrong. Actually telling her that I was going to leave was difficult because I would have to pack up my stuff, and leave. Where could I go? Yes, the Bradfords. But also imagine knocking on your best friend's door and telling them you're moving in. That's actually rather hard.

        So, I just stood there.

        "You disobeyed me. Twice. You went to the dance, and you stayed at the Bradfords. You let your end of the deal down, I'm letting mine down too," she smiled victoriously. "Unless you fix it all. You heard my girls' plan?"

        I nodded, my hands getting really sweaty. All of a sudden, my ringtone, Let It Go, started blaring. I hit reject, and looked up at her. Let it go.