Tarnished Embers: A Dark Stepbrother Fairytale Retelling (Dark Retellings)

The hours drift by, and my stomach rumbles, my mouth cotton dry, a headache pulsing across my brows. If the lack of food and water doesn’t kill me first, I may just die of boredom.

I’ve tried to keep busy, going through the stuff in here to try to distract my mind, if nothing else. Aside from the furniture, the boxes contained knick-knacks and trinkets, including a rather beautiful glass shoe.

The irony was not lost on me; the fact that I’m stuck in an attic by my evil stepmother just like Cinderella. She didn’t have four princes though, although strictly speaking, I only have one, and she didn’t have to deal with sexual exploitation and the possibility of future rape, but I guess that’s all semantics at this point.

The door opening interrupts my musing, sending my pulse skyrocketing. There’s a shadow standing behind Odette again as she brings a tray in, and I can’t stop myself from cowering back as she gets closer. There’s a silver cover on it, like it’s some fancy meal being served at a high-class restaurant. The bare bulb light glints off it, leaving a stain on my irises as I blink. I was so fucking relieved to find a light switch when it got dark that I shed a few tears.

“I wouldn’t get any smart ideas, honey,” she tells me, striding across the room and setting the tray on a table that I’d found. I even used the white sheet as a tablecloth and placed a small vase of fake flowers on it for the centre. Yeah, I’ve been pretty bored. “I love what you’ve done with the place.”

“Fuck you, Odette,” I seethe through clenched teeth. The only thing stopping me from rushing the cunt is the dark looming presence at her back. She’s the one paying him, even if he sounded unsure about her actions earlier. I can’t guarantee that he’d help me take her out. I can’t see him, but I’m assuming it’s Dan, as I have heard no one else come and take his place.

“Such foul language, stepdaughter. I should wash your mouth out,” she chides, her face showing only a mild amusement, though I guess I can’t expect too much in the way of facial movement considering she probably doesn’t have any space left after all the filler and botox.

“I’d like to see you try, you fucking bitch.” My lip curls as I have to force myself not to launch at her and rip her fucking hair out.

She tuts, shaking her head as she backs towards the door. At least she’s not completely stupid.

“Enjoy your dinner, Ember, honey. The boys miss you.”

Then like a puppet whose strings have all been cut, the anger drains from me as hopelessness washes over me, and I drop to the floor, tears making the edges of the room waver.

“Why?” I ask her, my voice a broken whisper, tears stinging my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall in front of her.

She stops, looking at me with a hard ruthlessness that I’ve not seen on her beautiful face before.

“Because some of us weren’t handed everything on a silver spoon. Some of us have to work to survive and continue to do so no matter the cost.” Her words leave me cold, a shiver pebbling goosebumps all over my skin.

“But the end doesn’t justify the means, Odette. What you’re doing is wrong. What you’ve done is wrong. Why can’t you see that?” I look into her hazel eyes and see…nothing. There’s no anger, no emotion, and it’s that emptiness which tells me more than anything else that I’m fucked. Only the worst monsters feel nothing.

“We all do what we need to, honey. Now, enjoy your food. Prince made it for you especially.”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Then she’s gone, the door locking behind her once more.

My stomach growls as the scent of my dinner wafts towards me, and I slowly get up off the floor and head towards the table. Lifting the lid, a sob falls from my chest when I see that he’s made me chicken noodles, my favourite. I’m reminded of that night when we came back from the gallery, how Oct told me they knew so much about me.

The tears start in earnest as I realise that while I told them I loved them, I know nothing about what they want for their futures, and what their hopes and dreams are. Now I’m stuck in this attic, and it feels like I’ll never be able to ask them.

Taking hold of the cloth napkin that my cutlery rests on, I use it to wipe my eyes, and a small piece of paper floats to the ground. My heart pounds inside my chest as I bend down and reach for it, unfolding the square with trembling fingers.

Sugar,

I’m so fucking sorry you’re having to go through this because of her, and I swear to you we will get you out.

For now, make sure you eat all your dinner like our good girl and Cas reminds you to drink your water.

I love you, sweet Ember. You’re one of the strongest people I know. This will not defeat you.

Prince Xxx

If I thought I was crying before, it’s nothing compared to the sobs that rack my chest now, my knees giving way as I sink into the chair. My head comes to rest on my folded arms and I give in to despair and sadness, just for a minute.

The note crinkles in my fist, the sound helping to draw me out of my admittedly justified pity party. I look up at the noodles, wiping my eyes and nose on the napkin, and then I pick up my fork and eat.

Prince is right. I’ve survived worse than this. I thought I’d break when my mum died, but I didn’t, and then again when my dad died. Yet I’m still here.

I will not let that bitch win.