The Saddest Cinderella Story

The saddest cinderella story

The oldest of them knew what was happening the moment the sound of the front door slamming shut on the far side of the house reached his ears. It immediately woke up the boy who, having learned to sleep lightly just in case, got out of his bed right away. Holding onto his blanket, he only grabbed the torchlight off his nightstand and the book he always kept besides his bed.

As he left his room, the boy could hear the voices getting louder and he quickly ran to Emma’s room. He was by her bedside in an instant and dropped the items he was holding, so that he could shake her awake. When the girl slowly opened her eyes and saw her big brother, she wanted to ask him why he was in her room. Yet the moment she noticed his expression, the young girl knew things were bad.

“Go get Henri and get him back here.” The older boy ordered as he began dragging some of the furniture in his only sister’s room around. He took the blanket of her bed and laid it down on the ground as well as the pillows that had been on her bed. Then, just as the girl returned to her room with a small boy, Johan threw the blanket that he had taken with him over the rearranged furniture creating a small tent.

He motioned for them to get inside of the small sanctuary as they could hear the voices getting louder and angrier. He closed the door as quickly as he dared so that the sound of the door moving wouldn’t be noticed.

Then he crawled into the tent he just made, taking the book and the torch light as he took his spot between his younger siblings. Turning on the light, he opened the book and began reading from Cinderella. Tonight they would be safe.

He stayed silent for a moment as the bedroom door began to open, but them started speaking in a hushed voice. The oldest of the siblings had learned that despite the light and some soft spoken words, the angry voice would not disturb the pillow fort they were hiding in.

Maybe he would have to face the consequences of hiding away, but for now all of them were safe as he kept telling the story of Cinderella, the girl that had to work hard  and never got anything in return until she did.

He told them how a fairy godmother and a prince charming would rescue them. How he would make sure someone would come for them and get them out of here.

Even if that someone would have to be Johan himself one day.

Even if he would have to leave alone because fairytales weren’t real and his siblings would no longer listen to him when he didn’t have a pillow fort anymore and it wasn’t a magical pumpkin carriage he was leaving in.

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Day 4 prompt fairytales for @hetaween-event

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Day 8 prompt horror movies for @hetaween-event, but started this for day 2 prompt scary movies @pruktober.

“So…?”He started asking when the glare the blonde shot him made him go quiet. “I don’t know how this happened.” She said while she went back to glaring the little gingerbread men to death. Further to death that is.

Thing is neither of them knew how to bake those cookies. Viv refushed to acknowledge she had no idea what she was doing and when she just tried to wing it, Gilbert had awesomely gone along with that. He had read up on some recipes in secret, no need to tell that to anyone though, but these recipes must have been wrong.

Which meant that after making their way through the smoke to rescue the little cookie people from the  oven’s mighty flames, they had really only saved them from the confines of the oven. They also managed to save Viv’s kitchen from burning down.

Still, as they stood side by side looking down on their attempt at baking they has to admit the little piles of charcoal were far beyond salvation.

The blonde woman sighed and put her head on his shoulder in defeat. “I’m going to make a call.” The man said and before she could make another comment, Gilbert added “He won’t ask any questions.”

Ludwig shook simply shook his head when he heard his ringtone go off. He had been expecting this call and had been acting accordingly. He answered the call and only said. “They are ready.”

On the kitchen counter was a batch of gingerbread men cooling off.

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For @pruktober's 2nd day of Prukcember. Theme Christmas with the prompt gingerbread.

Day 3 prompt Please don't say you love me for @aphfrukweek

The colour of her shirt doesn't look anything like it does on paper, it should be much greener o_o