Remember Cinderella (True Loves Fairytale Book 2)

by Tracey Champion

  Jordan takes in a deep breath and I follow. I listen for when he lets it out and I mimic him. We do this for a while. I feel the change in how his heart is beating.

  “I love you something fierce pretty girl. Please, understand I will do whatever it takes to make you happy, to comfort you and protect you. I’m not the only one that loves and cares for you. You need to realize that you belong to me as my equal. You are mine and I am yours.” I’m calm and relaxed now. I open my eyes and can see how upset Jordan is.

  “I love you so much. I’ll talk with someone first. I’ll try to do better with my care.” I’ve messed up but know that when I think about it, I do have many people to talk to about my issues.

  “Thank you.” I sit up just a little and kiss him. Everything that is left unsaid was said in the kiss. We talk a little more about what happened and then get ready for bed. I’ve worn myself out.

  Travis had walked into the room as Jordan was fighting to undo the rope. Before he finished Travis began yelling something at him. I watched in horror as they fight for the gun that’s in his hand. I hear a loud pop and Jordan drops to the ground. I struggle to get untied and go over to him. Travis runs from the room.

  There’s blood everywhere. I go in searching for his pulse, but I can’t find it. I try to check his breathing and again come up empty. No one comes running into the room as I scream for help. There’s so much blood and I try to help him.

  I hear a wicked laugh and turn in the direction of the sound. I see just a shadowy figure laughing hysterically. I almost can’t tell if all I hear is laughter or some crying mixed in.

  Everything went dark and when I open my eyes I’m on a bed in a room. I’m not sure if I’m in the hospital and when I move all I see is blood. My entire body is covered in dark red blood. I look around the room for help and see a curtain.

  When I open the curtain I notice Amber and Ryan. Everyone is outside the window, but when I tap on it no one hears me. They’re all crying. Jordan’s mom is in tears.

  I back away trying to wipe off the blood from my skin with no luck. Why won’t it come off? A woman walks into the room. Her eyes are blank.

  “I can’t get the blood off.”

  “That won’t ever come off Cara. You got that young man killed. It’s all your fault.” She walks carelessly over to the bed and pats it. “Come back to bed Cara, you need to take your medicine.”

  “This isn’t real, he’s not dead.” She pats the bed again.

  “I hate to tell you, but this is real. Now please don’t make me go get someone to help me. Come back to bed like a good girl and take your medicine.

  “He’s not dead, this isn’t real…he’s not…”

  In the corner of the room is the shadowy figure again just laughing.

  JORDAN

  I’m startled awake by a high pitched scream. Cara’s sitting up drenched in sweat. I move slowly to see if she’s awake, but her eyes look glossed over and vacant. I think she’s still asleep. She screams again and I have no choice. I have to wake her.

  “Cara,” I’m careful with the tone of my voice in hopes I don’t wake her mid fright. I call out to her again and nothing. I know I’m going to regret my next move, but I don’t have a choice.

  I just barely feather my fingers down her arm and when she turns to look at me. A wicked chill runs up my spine as my hairs stand on end.

  Cara moves and tosses the blanket off her body. I watch her get to her feet and run into the bathroom. I’m quick to my feet following behind her. She’s on her knees in front of the toilet dry heaving. I’m kind of glad she’s not throwing up, but she just gags.

  Next thing I know she’s on her feet stripping off her nightgown. She searches her skin rubbing her hands all over her body. I’m paying close attention to what she’s doing. I’m still not sure if she’s awake.

  “It has to come off.” She heads over to the shower and turns on the water and steps in. When I see the steam built up after a moment. I rush over to the shower to adjust the temperature. I strip and climb in behind her. I’m grateful for how big the shower is at this moment.

  She has that girlish sponge in her hands and is scrubbing hard at her body. I take it from her and turn her to face me.

  “Cara, stop. Talk to me.” She still looks petrified and ghostly pale.

  “You’re not real and I need to wash the blood off me.” What the hell?

  I take her face in my hands and force her to look at me. I crush my lips against hers. I have to force my tongue into her mouth, but she lets me. I kiss her with a punishing force and then I bite down on her bottom lip. She lets out a tiny scream in shock.

  “Your body is clean.” I turn her from me.

  “Look,” I hold her hands out in front of her. “Don’t move your arms.” I place mine next to hers. “Your arms are as clean as mine…your body is just as clean as your arms Cara.”

  She shakes her head and then her knees give out. I catch her and turn off the water. I help her out of the shower and dry her off. The silence is eerie, but I don’t say anything and take her back to bed. I tuck her in and climb in myself.

  I wish she would say something, but I don’t think it would be wise of me to push her. I’ve never seen something like that and I don’t ever want to see it again. I’m trying to relax my beating heart when the covers move and Cara climbs on top of me.

  “Cara?’ She says nothing. I know I should do something, but what? She touches my chest and runs her right hand down my stomach. I shouldn’t be hard night now, but I’m semi hard. Her eye’s lock onto my dick and she moves back.

  “Cara don’t.” I have not one clue why I said that, but she stops. Her eyes on mine and sticks out her tongue and licks down the palm of her hand. She then takes that hand and wraps it around my cock. Fuck me!

  She jerks her hand up and down my length. I hear a tiny moan escape her lips and look. She has her other hand between her legs The fact that she says nothing to me bothers me. I try to will my body not to enjoy this, but I’m screwed and then she stops.

  Her hand is still wrapped around me and she slides up my body. I watch her holding on to my cock and then she slides her body down seating me deep inside her.

  “Make this real. Fuck me. Please make me feel this.” Holy shit, how can I tell her no. I allow her to rock her hips against me for a little. She extremely wet and when she pauses I take my cue. I sit up, place a hand on her back and roll her over.

  CARA

  Jordan rolled me onto my back and slams his dick hard into me. I need more. I rock my hips up to meet him. I want more.

  “Fuck me, damn it!” I need to feel him.

  “I hope you can handle what you’re asking for pretty girl.” Jordan takes my hands and then places them above my head. He holds them in place with only one hand as he thrusts hard into me.

  I keep rocking my hips to match with his movements. I close my eyes and let out a moan. Sweat is pooling between my breasts.

  “Let go of me.” Jordan lets my hands free and I push him. We both shift and I adjust myself on his lap. I rock my hips against him. I’m trying to reach what I’m looking for.

  Jordan grabs my hips hard and for a moment, I think he might leave bruises. He forces me to rock harder against him and then I feel it.

  “I’m so warm.” I rock more and kiss him. Our tongues battle against each other and another moan escapes my lips. Jordan moves and rolls me on my back again. With each slam of his cock in and that piercing rubbing me I can hardly keep up.

  I feel what I wanted. It starts at my toes causing them to curl and creeps up my legs. My breathing is staggered as small shocks go off all over my body. I toss my head back and breathlessly moan. I feel myself tighten around his cock and the sparks intensify.

  “Jordan, I’m going to…” I don’t get to finish. I dig my nails into his back and my orgasm rockets through me. Jordan thrusts a few more times in me and drops he head by my neck.

  I’m hoping he’s done, but he takes my neck
into his hand and begins trailing kissed. He continues to slide in and out of me with force. It keeping my orgasm going and then he lets out a growl near my ear. I shiver and feel him release inside me.

  “Are you better now?” He says and I can hear a smile in his voice.

  “I am now. Thank you.” He kissed my cheek.

  “Good, if that’s what you need each time you might just kill me.” I laugh because I can’t help it. “Oh pretty girl, I love to hear you laugh. It’s something else to feel it.” Seriously?

  We do a quick clean up and climb back into bed. I snuggle up close to Jordan. I kiss him hoping that when I close my eyes my demons stay away.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  NIKI

  “Mom, seriously I just need you to watch her overnight. I have plans and I can’t have her there.” I hate the way she’s staring at me.

  “Nicole you need to be more present with Isabella. I don’t like that she spends more time with me and your father than with you.” Is she for real.”

  “I need the help mother.” I try to sweetly convince her to watch Isabella for me.

  “What is wrong with you Nicole? You’ve been acting so strange these past few months and it's only getting worse. Do I need to stop by the house and check on your medicine count?” Hell fucking no.

  “Mom, I’m taking my meds and I’d like you to trust me on this. I promise you everything is okay.” Please let it go.

  “I don’t know. I’m concerned about you.” Damn it woman.

  “I’m good mom, honest.” I don’t need you to see that I’m not taking them or that I’m a big liar.

  “Okay.” Great, I finally leave my parents’ house and drive over to the shop. The lady there said she could get me done today.

  I walk in and tell the man at the desk what I am here for. I look up at the clock and see that I am a little early. I wait a few moments before she comes to talk with me.

  “Niki, are you ready?” Is that a stupid question? She takes me to the table and I lift my shirt. She tells me to look in the mirror and let her know if it looks okay.

  “Perfect, it’s absolutely perfect.” I climb up on the table where she tells me and then she begins.

  I have to bite my lip as she goes to work.

  That fucking hurts.

  I don’t know how anyone in their right mind would ever do this.

  I’m doing this because he did this for me.

  That really hurts. I’m an idiot.

  I don’t know where she’s at on my side, but this hurts like a son of a bitch. How people do this all over their body beats the hell out of me. I don’t know if I want to attempt any more of these.

  He will like it because I did this for him.

  I love him so the pain is worth the reward.

  I know I will be rewarded by him. He will come back to me.

  “All done, take a look before I cover you up.” I carefully stand and look in the mirror. Oh, my side hurts, but it looks absolutely beautiful.

  I pay the lady after she wraps me up and gives me the care instructions. I’m so excited to show it off. However, I need to keep this a secret for a little while. I need to show Cara first. I think I will wait till after I am done healing before I show her.

  I take my time getting home. When I open the door there’s a fat envelope in the doorway. I smile because I know what it is. I carefully pick up the gift.

  I walk over the table and open the envelope. I end up dumping the contents onto the table. I just about scream in excitement. All I have are a bunch of new photos.

  I had to text the number that Travis left for me if I needed to use it. He explained to me all I needed to do was make one text. I won’t ever see the guy or have to deal with him. Which I guess makes Travis smart in one way. He was kind enough to set a few things into play.

  However, he wasn’t supposed to die. She was supposed to die. I wanted her to die more than anything. He messed her up, but not enough. I have to do the dirty work.

  “I need to find the right photos. I hate that I have to turn these over to the twins. Those two will be a pain in my ass.” I pull out the best photos and set them aside.

  I need to plan the right time to talk with Cara. I need to show her my nice side. I want her to go crazy. I need her to go crazy.

  How am I going to do that?

  How the fuck am I going to make everyone believe she’s crazy?

  I want Jordan.

  I need him.

  I really love him.

  That stupid bitch is in my way. Why does he have to keep her around? It’s not fair. I’m supposed to be in his life. He needs to learn who is best for him.

  I get up from my table and grab the box on the bookshelf next to the TV. I have set some pictures aside for the Christmas present that I’m going to give Jordan. I shouldn’t waste my time on making him a book of memories, but I want him to remember the good times.

  He needs to see that I kept these. I know he will find them because he’s smart. Hell, it’s his job to find information out. He should see the hidden gems that will go into the book. I just have to send these out to the company soon or I won’t have it back in time for Christmas.

  I need this in time for Christmas or all my planning will be for nothing. I know Jordan he will keep it. It will mean a lot to him. Which will make him miss me? He has to miss me. I roll my head from side to side.

  I need to talk with that annoying cunt that’s in my way.

  I don’t want to really talk with her.

  I have to play nice with her. I giggle loudly.

  I can play nice. I don’t want to but I can. Fuck me, I really need to make this work. I will be so pissed off, but so far I have been safe. No one is looking at me for any involvement with Travis. I mean hell you would think they were smarter than this, but I’m not going to tell them anything.

  I know Amber, Tyler and Ryan have a dislike for me. I think Nate just tolerates me because of Jessica. I don’t understand why he’s so mean to me when she’s not around. I can see it in the way he watches me. I wonder if he has some crush on me.

  No, I can’t be thinking that. Jessica’s my friend.

  However, I am hotter than her.

  Hell, I’m hotter than all the women in this silly little group of people.

  I sit on my couch because I’m frustrated. I begin to pull out old photos of Jordan and I. I really miss the time we had together. I wish he was with me. I want to have him in my arms holding me.

  I want him loving me.

  “Damn it I’m now fucking horny.” That’s not fair. How can I be sad and horny at the same time? I touch a picture of Jordan and trace my finger over his face.

  “I want to be in his bed tonight,” I whine to no one. I wish I had someone who would listen to me. No one would understand how I feel.

  I sit here alone staring at the picture in my hand. I don’t even wipe my tears as they fall and land on the photo. I’m heartbroken that Jordan’s ignoring me.

  What’s worse is the fact that he defended her when she hit me. That was totally unfair. I deserved to have him console me and he blew me off. Why?

  “Why can’t he love me?” I begin to giggle.

  Because he wants the younger woman. I smile to myself.

  “I have to show him how a younger woman isn’t worth it.”

  I have to show him how I’m the right fit for him. I roll my head.

  I’m still his girl. His sexy dirty girl.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CARA

  I figure it was a good time to pull out my journal and begin writing. It’s been emotional these past few months and I need to find a good outlet for how I’m feeling.

  November 1,

  Yesterday we were able to go to the fair. It was actually fun with the big group of us. In some way, I was surprised that Niki never showed up, but I was smart not to ask. It’s going to be a process for me to not ask about her and to no longer worry about her.

  She still bothers m
e. I’ve seen her once in the past week She was at the office. Jordan said he talked with her. But I saw her leaving the building. Niki was kind enough to tell me that she had nothing to worry about. All things that are meant to be will come with time. Whatever that means.

  At the fair Nate, Jordan and a few others went into this haunted house type thing. I avoided it. I wanted nothing to do with the creepy exhibit. While they were inside Tyler and Amber showed me how to properly pop balloons with the darts. Amber was good at it. Tyler had to explain the right angle to throw the dart to pop the balloon. He told me quietly that the darts are dull to keep people from actually winning anything. Lucky me with his help I won a little, stuffed bear.

  The ring toss, however, was a game of skill that I didn’t have. I did enjoy Amber’s attempt at it. We rode the Ferris wheel and a lift that took you from one end of the park to the other. Tyler tried to get me on this ride that raised you high in the air and dropped you. I surprised myself that I went on it with Tyler to my left and Jordan on my right. I ended up digging my nails into Jordan’s hand. Never again will I attempt that ride.

  There were few other rides that I just plain avoided. I did wittiness a disagreement between Ryan and Amber. For a moment, I thought Jordan was going step in, but it was over this high swing. I had watched a couple of men ride it before. Oh, no freaking way. That was too high for me.

  Ryan wanted to go on the swing with Amber. Watching them was kind of cute in a way. I didn’t hear what he told her, but she stormed over to the man in charge of the swing. My heart raced from watching them get strapped into the contraption. It was nice while we waited for them that Jordan stood behind me with his arms wrapped around me. His actions brought me some form of peace.

  However, I could swear I almost had a heart attack. It was hard to see Amber and Ryan with how high in the sky they were. But I freaking jumped practically out of my skin when the man let them go. I couldn’t tell for the life of me if Amber was screaming or laughing. Either way, when they were getting untangled from the swing she looked to be happy.