Sorry, I’m not Cinderella

This time she could not escape, despite her best efforts.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

She wished she could scream, and he brought his dirty hand to her face, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear to reveal an ugly birthmark.

“Oh my god!” He exclaimed when he saw the birthmark on her cheek: “It looks ugly, but it’s okay, in return your body is very hot.”

He spoke in a disgusted voice, inhaling the scent of her hair, undoing her belt with one hand, and pinning her hands to the wall with one hand.

“God! I don’t deserve this, I don’t.” Clara whispered a prayer.

Then, aware of the terrible thing that was happening to her, suddenly her anger burned. When he had done his job, he pressed his evil, sinister face to Clara. She stood there pretending to give up, he thought he’d rather let it go, and then he didn’t even have time to let that stinking mouth touch her skin. Clara bounced her knees high, right into his stomach. The sudden kick made him release her hand, and it didn’t stop there. When he was holding his stomach with her hand, she kicked him right in the leg, and then in the groin. Even though he was bigger than her, he was still seriously injured by her kick. Seeing that he was on guard, without hesitation, she took the opportunity to run away.

He panicked in fear that his behavior would be exposed, forgot about the pain, and frantically chased after him, while running, he pulled up his pants, his posture was really unsightly.

Clara rushed down the stairs, she ran hard, spiraling around, the stairs were old so the creaking sound was heard every time she stomped her foot down. As she turned around the corner, he caught her arm, pulling her to face him.

“See if you can still run?”

He raised his eyebrows at her menacingly, knowing she couldn’t talk so he was sure she wouldn’t get away this time.

Clara still did not give up, she struggled fiercely. Reaching up with her other hand, she removed the stubby, rough fingers of the man squeezing her wrist. He was still interested in playing with her until it was natural. When Clara stumbled down the stairs, he suddenly let go of her hand. So what had to happen, Clara fell backward, rolling from the second floor and stopping when her head hit the first-floor doorstep, right next to her stepmother’s room.

The sound drew the stepmother’s attention. Xenia opened the door to her room, her eyes widening, startled to see Clara sprawled on the floor, motionless. Blood seeped from the side of her forehead, forming a small puddle on the floor. She was already unconscious, lying on her back, cold.

Was she dead?

Zane sat with his back to the edge of the bed, eyes still fixed on the window. The church bells had long since ended, but Clara hadn’t come yet. He thought aimlessly, not knowing if it was because of yesterday’s incident that she wanted to avoid him.

The feeling of not being able to find the answer made his heart turn upside down, he’s never been like this, after all, why? He sat like that for nearly two hours, so many people came in and out of his room, but she never appeared. He felt very nauseous, a little unsettled for no reason. Wondering what happened to her?

Suddenly the door opened again, he hoped it was her, but soon the feeling of disappointment rose again, followed by an unknown fear.

Today, Clara can’t come.

oOo

As always, Roly sat down to deal with work in his place, despite trying to concentrate as much as possible, but the events that had happened completely dominated his mind. His eyes were focused on the file, but his mind was trying to draw a portrait of that girl. Suddenly something slimy fell from his nose. It touched the white page and then spread, a crimson color.

It was blood, Roly subconsciously put his hand to his nose, his nose was bleeding.

“Roly! How are you? Nosebleed.” Suddenly Arlo’s voice called everyone’s attention to him.

Arlo had already risen to his feet, about to leave the table to see him. But Roly stood up, one hand covering her nose, her mouth slurred.

“I’m fine, it’s okay, I’m going out for a bit.”

Everyone looked at him with concern and concern. No one knows what’s going on with you. It’s just a suspicion, but I don’t dare to ask directly.

Standing in front of the mirror, wiping the blood, he touched the spot. Where the blow still resonates, the stinging sensation remains. It made it difficult for him to forget its owner. Gently rubbing his hand to relieve the burning pain, suddenly a strange feeling came, his intestines suddenly became hot. It felt strange like someone was trying to tell him something.

Suddenly a blurry image of her appeared in his subconscious.

…

Today is a beautiful day!

In the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly but not too hot. Clear clouds, cool wind.

Even though he couldn’t see anything outside, Zane still felt that the rays of the sun were no longer as harsh as the day before, and this afternoon it seemed that the sky had become strangely cool. The wind from the sea blew in more and more, the air was so fresh.

A feeling of well-being.

It is true that the weather always has unexpected changes, causing meteorologists not to have time to change.

And so is the human mind, making it impossible for its owner to adapt every time it changes its character.

Feeling anxious, he looked towards the door, listening attentively to the sound of the evening bell. At first, he was a little uncomfortable coming here, but gradually got used to it, even remembering the time clearly. How many bells ring in one go? When he first heard the church bells, Zane found it very harsh, but when he felt it from the bottom of his heart, it would be so soothing, making his mind at ease. As soon as the last bell rang, Zane turned his head to look at the door, anxiously waiting for the other girl, to open the door to the room to enter.