Not Your Typical Cinderella

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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.


15. Things I Can//Things I Can't


                Right when Rose looked at that message, her face turned completely white. She immediately dialed Julia.          

                “You better tell me what the hell is going on, Julia,” tears were forming in Rose’s eyes, she looked angry and confused at the same time. I heard talking on the other end, but Rose hung up, cutting Julia off. She looked down at her blank phone screen, not saying anything, until she put her arm back, and chucked the phone at the brick wall. The phone screen shattered, raining glass pieces on the porch. I grabbed her from the back, and held her arms down.

                “Rose! What is going on!” She tried to fight me, tried to pull away, but I didn’t let go. Ava started to try to pick up the pieces of her phone.

                “GIVE ME YOUR KEYS, HARRY!” She was screaming, trying to get loose from my grasp. Tears were streaming down her face.

                “You need to calm down before I let you go. I’m not letting you drive,” I tried to stay calm.

                “What happened, Rose?” Ava looked concerned.

                “I need to go see him RIGHT NOW! RIGHT NOW!” She could barely manage her words she was crying so hard.

                I gave Ava a look, like I had no idea what was going on either, and Rose started to stop fighting to get out of my arms. I let go of her finally, and she slowly sunk to the ground on her knees. Her face was in her hands, and from her reaction, I knew what the text meant.

                Ava grabbed one of her arms, I grabbed the other, and we walked her around the side of the flat to my car, so we didn’t have to walk right through the middle of the party.


                My life was crashing down around me. Harry took me to the hospital, but I didn’t say a word to him. He didn’t say a word to me either, he probably didn’t have any idea what he should say. When we got to the second floor of the hospital, I saw Julia sitting in a chair in the lobby and Cheryl was nowhere to be seen. I ran up to Julia, not able to control myself, and ripped her phone right out of her hands.

                “What. Did. You. Do. To. My. Dad.” I growled, holding her phone away from her.

                “Nothing, gosh,” she answered, reaching for it, and rolling her eyes. All of a sudden, she saw Harry and smiled.

                                “I remember you!” She said, laughing, “I talked to you that night Rose snuck out…you’re cute! Why are you with her?” She sneered, pointing at me. Harry didn’t answer, he just shook his head and looked at them ground. Julia reached out and snatched her phone from my hands. I just stood there in disbelief, trying my best not to hit her. Instead, I sat on a chair two chairs down from her and covered my face in my hands.  I heard Harry sit next to me, but I didn’t look up.

                “You can leave,” I grumbled at him.

                “What?” He sounded offended.

                “I don’t want you here.”

                “Well I want to be here for you,” I heard him take out his phone and text somebody.

                When I heard Cheryl’s voice, I stood up quickly and walked over to her. Her makeup looked perfect, no tear stains, no red puffy eyes.

                “You’re a terrible woman, you know that?” I said in her face.

                She laughed at me and pushed me out of her way, walking out of the lobby and down the hallway to a bathroom. A man in scrubs came out of what I thought to be my dad’s room. He looked upset, and he told me to sit down. Julia just looked bored. Harry, probably expecting the news, reached over and took my hand in his. It was comforting, even though I didn’t want him to be with me.

                “I just told your mom this news, but I’m-“ he started to say, but I cut him off.

                “She’s not my mom.”

                He ignored me, he was probably used to moody teenagers.

                “I’m sorry girls, but your dad has suffered from heart failure, and he is no longer with us,” the doctor looked at his clipboard and started to walk to another room, showing no sympathy.

                My whole body tensed up, not knowing what to do. I pulled my hand away from Harry’s, and just stared. Everything was blurry, but I wasn’t crying. I was just staring. Cheryl was visible down the hall again, and it all became clear to me. She killed both of my parents, I knew it. She just wanted the money, she didn’t want me or my dad.

                I got up and started to yell down the hallway.

                “THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED! ISN’T IT CHERYL? YOU GOT WHAT YOU WANTED. YOU DID IT! YOU DID IT AND I KNOW YOU DID AND YOU’RE NOT GOING TO GET AWAY WITH IT, NOT AGAIN!” She had the same eery look on her face that she had when my mom died. The “I don’t care” look. The look of accomplishment.

                “I’m sorry that you think that, Rose, but I wasn’t even with your father when he was found in his office on the floor. There was no way I could’ve touched him,” she was almost smiling with pride now, “let’s go, Julia. I’m expecting you home, Rose, we need to talk,” Julia got up and followed her evil mother to the elevator.

                The blood rushed through my body. My whole world was turned upside down in one night. The tears started to come out now, pouring down my face like a river. Harry took this as his cue to walk over to me in the middle of the hallway, wrap his arms around me, and kiss my head. I buried my eyes in his chest, letting all of my emotions out. My dad was gone. There was nothing I could do about it.

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