Not Your Typical Cinderella

(One Direction not famous) When Rose was only 7, her mom passed away. Her dad got remarried to Cheryl three years later. Rose feels it in her heart that Cheryl only loves her dad for his money. She treats her stepdaughter Rose terribly and favors her own daughter, Julia much more. When something tragic happens to her dad on her 17th birthday, Rose is desperate to prove, along with her friends Shannon, Ava, and Griffen, that it was all Cheryl's fault. Little does she know that along the way, she will meet new people, fall in love, and get her heart broken.

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9. Accident

ROSE’S POV       

On Tuesday, after work, Shannon went to the boy’s flat. Ava and Griffen were already there apparently, but I told Shannon that I couldn’t go. I told her that I wasn’t feeling well. Which was a lie. Really, I just couldn’t see Harry. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. I promised myself that I would do it today, before we got tangled up in something bigger than what we had now.

When I got home, there was a long list of chores for me to do right on the front door. Cheryl was out shopping, again, and Julia was probably somewhere with her bitchy friends. My dad told me that he would be home early today, around 5 instead of 10. This was rare, I barely ever got to see him. Of course, because he was the only one in the family that I could actually stand.

I decided to start with the hardest thing on the chores list, and work my way to the easiest. Cheryl was crazy! She wanted me to patch the roof above the garage! At least it was lower than the top of the house so it was less dangerous.

I should’ve expected it, but when I was gathering materials from my dad’s storage room to patch the roof (what was I supposed to even use to patch a freaking roof?) Harry called me. I started to get nervous when I answered.

                “Hey, why didn’t you come over?” I heard his raspy voice say.

                “Harry, actually, there’s something I need to talk to you about….”

                “What?” He asked, confused.

                “I can’t see you anymore,” I tried not to cry. There was a long pause from the other end.

                “Why? I thought you liked me!” He sounded really upset.

                “I do, it’s just more complicated than that,” I replied. I heard a click. And he was gone.

                I couldn’t get rid of the huge knot in my stomach. It was telling me that I didn’t want to be away from Harry. But I knew it was the only possible way. It would be unfair to him if I had to sneak out to see him all the time. If Julia found out about us, she would make both of our lives hell.

                I took a heavy bucket that was labeled “roof” to the outside of the garage. Carefully, I climbed the latter in the back with on hand and carried the bucket with the other. When I got to the top, I opened the bucket to see what was inside. There were shingles and something that looked like cement. I guess I would just have to figure this one out on my own.

I found the small hole on the edge of the roof, just before the gutters. It could probably be covered with one shingle so it was an easy job. I put some of the cement-y stuff down on the shingles that were already there using a tool that looked like a spatula, and then put the tool behind me, by my feet.  Then I placed the shingle on top and held it down. It was a sloppy job, but it was ridiculous that Cheryl expected me to do this so she gets what she gets.

                I went to step back, so I could get off of the roof and tackle the other chores, but my foot got caught on the spatula that still had wet glue on it. My foot slipped back, I lost my balance, and before I knew it I was on the driveway. The worst pain I had ever felt shot up my arm, I landed straight on it. Good thing I didn’t hit my head and my arm broke my fall, but I also couldn’t move that whole half of my body. I used my right arm, the one that wasn’t smashed, and dialed Shannon’s number. There was no answer. I dialed Ava’s number. No answer. I dialed Griffen’s number. Of course, no answer. And now there was blood from my arm and side staining the driveway. Tears started to stream down my face. I couldn’t get up. I was stuck.

                There was only one person left to call. Harry.

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