A Not-So Cinderella Story

When I felt like I was being swept off my feet in a Cinderella story, someone had to be there to drop me, right?
Let's backtrack a little.
Cher Topman. A simple name for a complex girl like me. I'm an orphan at a little orphanage in London, but don't be fooled. Just because it's in London doesn't mean that it's extravagant.
When a rich American single woman makes the fatal decision to adopt me and take me back to America, my life is turned upside down by some people I never thought I'd meet.

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15. And then there was one.. alone.

"Is Justin here yet?" I ask Haylee as I'm fastening my earrings on.

"Not yet darling. Why are you so jumpy? You're just going Christmas shopping," she laughs.

"I don't know. I just have a weird feeling about today," I say.

"It'll be fine. Now I'm going to go to work, got a modeling gig today. See you later!" she says and walks out.

I try and sit down on the couch and be normal, but I'm too jumpy to even sit. I have no idea why I'm like this.

"Hey babe!" Justin says as he's walking in. I pull him in for a hug.

"Hey love," I smile.

"Have I mentioned how much I'm in love with your accent?" he says.

"Only a hundred times," I shrug.

"Good. Are you ready to get into the Christmas spirit?" he asks.

"Yes!" I squeal and we walk out and walk over to the shops. It feels really weird to be rich. I can buy anything I want without even looking at the tags.

After we walk around for a bit, doing the cliche couple things. Smelling perfumes, walking around, holding hands with no care in the world, etc, we go ice skating, me being Justin's deadweight, slipping every second.

"You know what's weird? You know everything about my childhood, but I know nothing about yours," Justin says as we sit down at Central Park.

"There isn't much to talk about," I choke out.

"Come on, please?" he begs.

"Justin-" I start.

"How is it fair that I'm completely honest with you and you're giving me nothing?" he snaps.

"As long as you love me everything will be alright," he corrects himself. 

"You really want to know? Well be my guest. Have you ever been starving? Homeless? Broke?" I ask him, my voice rising in anger with every word and he looks at me confused.

"When I got sent to the orphanage, all I got was a stupid letter from my mom telling me she had me by "accident" and she didn't want to be a teen mom. She told me many times I didn't mean a thing to her. At the orphanage, I actually had people who loved me and told me I could amount to something, unlike everyone else, who I was starting to believe. Do you know what it's like to be completely alone? Starving? Wanting to be accepted by someone but no one caring a sliver? That's what I was before Haylee came and got me. And she's given me everything, and I'll never take it for granted, unlike you. I never even wanted to get wrapped up in the superficial that is "Justin Bieber!" I yell with tears running down my cheeks.

"What, I'm superficial? What about you! You go around searching to be accepted by people who aren't like you at all. Do you really think you could make it in the celebrity world? You cling to people so much, they don't know what to do with you! I can't imagine how Haylee feels, you always basking in her shadow," he scoffs.

"Whatever, Justin. I have no idea how I thought that I could ever have my own Cinderella story. I know now that you won't be able to give me one. You know what? You can read all about my past. Alone," I say and pull the Seventeen magazine out of my purse that's supposed to be in stores tomorrow. I throw it at him, the picture I worked on folded inside of it. 

He slowly picks it up and I run away from him. All the way back to the penthouse to find Haylee drinking hot chocolate and watching Christmas movies. I'm fully sobbing by now.

"Cher! What did he do to you!? I swear, if he hurt you-" she starts and pulls me in for a hug. 

"We had a fight," I cry into her shoulder.

"You want to talk about it?" she asks and I shake my head.

"But I want to take some time away. How do you feel about a little trip?" I ask her and wipe my tears.

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