Cinderella? 1

Sometimes, the decisions taken in our lives by our parents or loved ones may seem as a way to control. I for example sometimes feel I'm imprisoned, I'm not allowed to make decisions for myself. But it's wrong. Sometimes these decisions we see as a burden to our freedom are one of the greatest gifts received in life.

Two more years of perfect peace and harmony at the Swares mansion _

"You insolent fool!!"

PAH!

I take that peace and harmony back.

Peter slapped Amber with so much force she fell to the side, hitting her head on the side stool leaving a long bleading mark there across her forehead. Margaret gasped and was about to pull Amber away from Peter but was held back by a bulky man in black . Margaret kept struggling and eventually gave up.

The world was spinning before her(Amber's) eyes. She wiped the tears from her face and touched her forehead and winced in pain and panicked from seeing the blood. She immediately backed away as if she could run away from the blood only for her to be kicked on her back and she fell down injuring her finger nail on the foot of the chair as she tried to balance herself.

"Peter stop it!"

Margaret screamed at the top of her lungs trying to reach Amber but the man holding her won't let her go.

"You're a disgrace to this family! A total fool and ingrate! You think selling your body to a bunch of low lives will change my mind?! You should be even grateful that he chose you!

A jinx like you what do you think you have?! Why can't you be like your sisters? You're just a total waste. You will not leave this place till he comes to take you away."

Peter looked at Amber with so much disgust that made one question if she was really his daughter. Some other men pulled her away and locked her up in her room.

No one was to visit her except the maid who sometimes provides her with meals which she rarely ate. Amber stayed there alone, separated from the outside world for three months. All hurled up at a corner of her room. Only waking up to go to the bathroom to shower. Her eyes were so swollen and red from all the crying. She looked so pale, you could almost count her ribs if her clothes were taken off.

She didn't know how long she's been there. Her room was completely dark so she didn't know when it was morning or midday or night. Sometimes the little food she was provided with stays untouched. She only eats when she thinks she won't satisfy her father by dying.

But did he really not love me anymore? Ever since Mom died he sees me differently. He doesn't seem to care about me.

Amber thought as a single tear rolled down her face. And they just kept falling. As if the universe understood her, it started raining.

"You're also sad"

Amber said as she listen to the heavy rain. Suddenly her door flung open and a tall man entered. He looked completely out of this world. Like a fallen angel. A fallen angry angel.

He looked around the room and saw Amber at a corner who glanced at him and strunk back into the wall.

The man walked close to her and bends over with one knee on the ground. He tried to touch her but she just shrank more into the wall in fear. He clenched his fists in fury and the already suffocating air in the room was even more suffocating.

"Tristan..you opened it thank goodness. Amber dear."

Rebecca rushed to Amber and held her closely where her sobs turned to loud cries. Rebecca looked at Tristan and then focused back on Amber.

Amber felt safe in her sister's arms. Like Cinderella and her fairy godmother. But she was no Cinderella. She had the best stepmom and sisters any girl could ever ask for. But a wicked Dad instead. The only similarity she has with Cinderella is that both their prince charming love them. But Amber was being separated from hers and she was now forced to be with this king of hell.

Tristan stood up and stumped out of the room.

"Tristan! He might do something bad. Wait here"

Rebecca left Amber and ran after Tristan.