Cinderella my Ass

for helping

t and warm voice, sounding so sincere to make one

that man saying that sentence over and

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voice was terrifyingly familiar, but not so much at the same time. She couldn't say much about it when the man spoke in the

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s trembling and cold sweat rolled down her back. What in the name of heaven did just happen? What the fuck w

that bubbled up out of nowhere because of the unpleasant experience she just had. It felt as if the man would jump out of every dark corner of the house, but Ryder detested such feeling. She liked the darkness... she r

lmer she got, the more curious she became. With fear slipping out of her heart, another feeling found its way in. She now was actually deeply

er started

times harassing women shamelessly regardless of age and bullying little kids for fun. However the man didn't give that kind of aura... he was... different. Ryder refused to believe that the assholes from her neighborhood knew how to apologize or

the guys of her school. This chicken had no interest in getting to know new people and so she knew very little people from school. And Ryder also had a problem rem

der recalled the shaking shoulders o

othing. As she tried to make sense of this, a phrase from her favorite author came t

ps lifted slightly a

ony of his heart, but Ryder didn't dare wonder what might have happened to this stranger to be in such st

ragged lazily and dark circles hung under her eyes. This girl looked in desperate need for sleep. If it wasn't for the fact that she had pulled an all-nighter the day

r and scoffed. "Let me

ecause she knew Jasmine would go all mama-bear on her, probably call the police, alarm her parents and before Ryder could have lifted a finger to stop her, she would have l

a bit unfair to ke

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ss again as they walked to class together

to don't scream, yell, lecture me

k eyebrows furrowed and people stepped two feet away from her as they

ded. If she didn't agree Ryder most likely wouldn't tell her at all