Chapter 3
Cindy
I woke up with puffy eyes and a few strands of hair sticking to my forehead. I was a mess. I had been clutching the picture to me, while I cried myself to sleep. I felt like such a disgusting mess this morning.
I decided I had to take a shower. The only bathroom I was allowed to use was an old one down in the basement. There used to be a small living room down there, and it had a small functioning bathroom.
After my dad passed away, Janine moved all his things down there, and now it's collecting dust and the bathroom could use a serious renovating. I only got lukewarm water at the best. At least I got one good thing out of having to always do the laundry, and that's the insurance of always sneaking away a clean and dry towel for myself.
I felt a cold shudder go through me once my bare feet came in contact with the floor. I always had the towel hidden in my dresser. I dragged on my worn clothes from yesterday and picked up a clean outfit to put on after I showered.
At least no one else was up by this time. It was barely after 5 in the morning. I always woke up early to make sure I could have their breakfast ready in time. This time I just had to manage to take a quick shower first. All the soap, shampoo and conditioner I used came from Amber. If it hadn't been for her, I wouldn't be able to use anything besides water to clean myself with.
The house was quiet and dark. It used to be a place you could call home, a place to miss when you were away, a nice place to just be at, but not anymore. The only reason I'm staying is because I have no other place to stay, and nowhere else to go. Doubt anyone would take in an 18 year old orphan who's hated by her step family anyway.
I opened the door and walked down the now creaky stairs until I felt the soft familiar fabric of a carpeted floor. I touched the wall behind me with my hand until I found the light switch, instantly shielding my eyes a bit when it came on.
There it was, all his belongings just hiding away in boxes. I had not once been able to have the strength to open them. The memories from my picture was more than enough. Going through his things would be too much for me, especially being so alone as I was.
Maybe Amber was right, maybe the masked ball would be fun. If I could manage to actually not be getting caught tonight and be able to laugh, like really laugh for a change, it would be exactly what I needed, even if it's just for one night.
*
It was in the afternoon and they had all started getting ready. Shoes were all over the house, accessories they didn't like and had just casually dropped here and there while going back and forth to god knows where.
"That's my dress!" I heard one of the twins screech. I was on my way with clean and dry clothes to their rooms, folded and ready. I could hear them continue shouting and yelling at each other. I rolled my eyes. Was this dance really that important to them?
My eyes widened when I entered the room to the oldest of the twin sisters by one minute, Jane. It was an absolute mess. Clothes, dresses, shoes, make-up, jewelries were literally all over, not to mention the very heavy coating scent of hairspray and perfume that lingered in the air.
They were both standing in the middle of her room, yelling profanities at each other while tugging at a hot pink dress back and forth. I may not be a fashion genius in the slightest, but I hope to god they were fighting over who was to not wear it, because not even I would show myself to anyone in that monstrosity.

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Cinderella and the alpha
WerewolfAs a young girl, Cindy always wished she could live in a fairy tale, full of princesses, beautiful dresses and happy endings. Sadly, that dream has since become a nightmare. Trapped with an unloving family that treats her like a slave, her only repr...