Ashes to Cinders
Chapter Three: Remembered
NONE of the characters reflect my opinion on any topic that may or may not offend you- the reader!
-I though this be a good time to point out that anything that sound remotely familiar to you is not mine! Unless it is fomr earlier chapters Now let us begin:
-Ethan-
I threw the brush at Olga furiously.
"Hey man, chillax." he said, holding up his hands in surrender.
"If you want your god damned room clean, then dammit, clean it yourself!" I yelled at him, searching for something else to throw.
"Hey! I thought that you were the servant, not me." he asked, pointing to me in the damned maid costume.
"I swear on my life, I will make your life a living friggin' hell if you do not screw of right now!" I hissed. His face went pale and he ran out of the room.
"WHILE YOUR GONE WHY DON'T YOU GET A NAME CHANGE?" I hollered after him. Silence greeted me.
I had woken up with a wicked headache (and no it wasn't from booze, but I sure as hell is hot wish it was!) and headaches, cleaning, and incredibly annoying step-brothers do NOT mix well! I threw a towel over my shoulder and ran upstairs to the attic.
Once there I changed into my regular clothes. (no jeans you retards! What do you think this is? The Jetsons?)
You know, average black and the white shirt (I'm not even gonna try to describe it so stop sitting there scratching your head like a chimp. Should I throw you a banana? Can you understand me now? Ohoh-ahah!!).
I threw the towel at Helga on my way down the stairs.
"Hey!" he complained in a high pitched voice.
"What?" I snapped.
He looked at me, his lip quivering.
"Mommy!!" he called.
"WHAT?!" she roared.
"Ethan was being mean again!" he shouted.
"Shit." I murmured.
"Tattle tale!" I said ducking past Helga and sprinting to the stables.
I could hear him start to burst into frantic sobbing and shouting for Mildred as I grabbed a horse out of the stables (Of course it had to be the horse that I had stupidly tried to jump on…!! Why did I have to pick the jinxed horse?!)
I spurred him into a gallop (take a wild guess at what my "trusty steed's" name is! C'mon! I dare you!……………..Sheila! Bet'cha never saw that coming!! There is nothin' wrong with me ridin' a girl horse named Sheila! Ohhhhh... yeah that does sound bad...) and took off through the woods.
I let go of the reins and grabbed onto her mane, letting her go wherever she wanted.
She galloped through the woods, dodging trees. (can you hear to music in the background?)
I sat up and flung my hands in the air shouting "Whoo- hoo!!" and then, I fell (stupid me doin' stupid stuff on the stupid jinxed horse... Hear that scraping noise? Yaeh that's my music going bye-bye...) I
fell with a thump on my back, letting out a big "Oof!"
I rubbed the back of my head.
Second time that horse has done that to me.
"Sheila!!" I yelled.
She stopped abruptly stopped and walked back to me, almost like she was eyeing me cautiously. When I didn't do anything she nudged me with her nose and nickered softly I pushed her away.
"Damned animal." I said.
She whinnied and I swear to God laughed at me.
"Shut it! I was talkin' about you!" I said, climbing back on her.
I grabbed the reins and guided her at a slow trot to a little meadow. I
tied her to a tree.
"By God you damned animal! If I didn't know better I'd say you are trying to kill me."
All I got in answer was a small snicker(yeah, horses can snicker! Who knew?).
"We'll stay here for a couple of days, wait 'til things cool down at home."
Okay I lied earlier: I am petrified of Mildred, especially when she is umm, how to put this delicately?(coughcoughPMSin'coughcough).
I laid down and looked at the sky, what else was there to do?
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One month later
Ugg, one month since that day when I had inexplicitly (I know big words! T-hee!) pissed off Mildred.
She had…for lack of a better word, killed me.
And now in my forearm was a scar I'd rather not have.
Tattle tale, whiny little pastel wearin' baby!...But that's not the point!
So now my very trusting and stupid friends, (YA! I jus' laid down the dis! What now succa?! Sorry... Helga makes me mad... And the worst part is, my scar kinda looks like him... I'm considering plastic surgery or amputation) the point is that NOTHING interesting has happened to me for a month.
And now I bet you are wonder about our dear little Melanie.
Well we are getting to that so shut it!
Okay so moving on. (What's my future wife to be got that I don't got?! All my readers love her! All of the readers must all be guys... Get over it... She's mine! And not to suggest to the lady readers that girls are a prize to be won! And that's how you do it guys!;) Charm 'em! Show your sensitive side! Why do you think I mentioned I don't ridin' a girl horse? That sounds dirty... wait did i just call Mel my furture wife?! What?? I thought I was after the princess!)
About a month after I had found myself in the woods I woke up in my small bed room. I blinked rapidly and rubbed my eyes.
For some odd reason I had remembered my encounter with Melanie. (And that's a surprise in itself! I don't remember anything, let alone a conversation with any girl!)
I rubbed my head and got up to get dressed.
After checkin' my appearance in a mirror like sixty times and making sure that my hair was just so, I started down the stairs.
"Mildred I'm goin' out so don't expect me to get anything done anytime soon." I yelled. I will never learn...
"FINALLY!!" I heard someone shout.
"Ethan! Don't get into trouble!" she shouted after me.
"Yes mother!" I shouted back.
"BASTARD!" she shouted after me.
"BITCH!" I responded. I really hate cursing! And like I said, I only do it when I'm angry or well, around Mildred! But honestly can you blame me?
Okay, confession time again.I do not look like Harry Potter! I would like to (just for the ass-whoopin' magic duh! That'd put Mildred straight!) but I don't in-fact look an awful lot like Cinderella in your stories does. Okay so tell you what I swear to God if any of you girls calls me up lookin' for a date, your done for(the author dipsticks)!! Alright, so I have auburn hair, I think my mommy(biological dipsticks!) dearest had that hair color too, I can't remember what i told you, see i weave a web of lies-small ones!- and then i forget them- so lesson here folks, don't lie! 'Casue then if you forget your lie, you have to confess like i am doing right now! Oh well and greenish eyes, and I will not elaborate ask Mel!
Okay? Happy now? Okay!
Good moving on.
When I got to the stable I saddled Sheila(I seriously hate that horse) and rode to the castle.
I paused by a tree to tie her up.
As soon as I was sure the knot was secure, I walked toward the courtyard (servants moron!!).
When I reached it there was no one there.
"Hello?" I called.
But no one answered.
Puzzled I went to the kitchens.
I heard the cling and clang of pots and pans and smelled the food from outside the door.
I walked in and came face to face with the old woman from last time.
When she recognized me she sighed in relief.
"Finally!" she said.
"Wait, what are you talking about you, old bag lady?" I asked, ungraciously and ungentlemanly like, but c'mon! it is part of my charm!
"Your here!" she grumbled something after that, that sound strangely like bastard.
"Your point?" I asked, smiling lazily.
"Since you haven't been back she won't eat, she won't sleep, all she does is sit there in the entrance to the courtyard." she muttered.
"Who?"
"Melanie, dipshit." she said.
I held up my hands.
Whoa! Old lady gots one hell of a vocab!
"Oh alright. But why isn't she eating and what not?" I asked airily.
I loved pissing people off. It is something I'm naturally good at for instance:
I have a secret.
And I'm not gonna tell you.
But it is a dark secret and I could die if people knew! It is about my heritage and lots of people don't know, but if they knew I'd die.
I bet you wanna know….
But I'm not gonna tell ya! Oh hey don't be like that c'mon! I was joking! I have no secret Jeeze! See, I am good! I could be the next great Van Gogh of pissing people off! Finally! A bright future! Okay back to our story.
I have a secret! I know something you don't know!!
(sorry, just had to get that out!)
"She's right there." the bag lady said pointing to a thin figure with the head resting in their arms.
"Thanks baggy lady." I said. Oops did that last part come out loud? My bad….! NOT!!
"Why you! You don't deserve her!" she mutter-flustered.
I looked at her.
Someone feel out of their tree!
I walked over to the figure and sat down next to the thin figure.
"Go away. I am not eating!" she said to me.
I repressed my smile and said nothing.
"I said I'm not eating anything." she said again.
I got up from my seat and grabbed a passing maid.
"Do me a favor." I whispered.
She looked at me and then nodded vigorously.
I kissed her on her cheek.
"Thanks, babe.(see we even used that word!! I am so bad...)" I said she blushed.
"I want you to ask her 'why'." I whispered and she nodded.
She was totally into me. I could have asked her to go jump off a cliff and she would have! My charm seems to still work since the last time I was near any girls.
I sat down again and situated her near me so she could say what I wanted her to.
"Why?" the maid asked, casting me a furtive glance I gave her a thumbs up.
"What's the point?" came the dismal reply.
"I don't know, you tell me." the maid said.
I gave her my most devilish grin. She was wingin' it.
"Well, seeing as I'm obviously not interesting enough for his royal stupid-ness." she muttered.
"Who?" asked the maid.
The figure(which i am sure that you know that it is Mel) straightened up and pulled on her dress.
"His royal fall-off-my-horse-like-a-loser-man! I'm obviously not-" she stopped suddenly looking at me.
She blinked her eyes rapidly and closed them.
"-since he hasn't come back yet." she whispered, eyes still closed.
She opened them again and looked at me shocked.
"Ethan?" she asked me.
"Nope, I'm your personal demon, but shush! You're the only who can see me! We don't want people to know that you finally fell of your rocker and are talking to thin air!" I said with layered sarcasm and a wink.
Her eyes widened.
"Ethan!" she shouted, jumping at me and latching her arms around my neck.
Her weight combined with mine sent us flying backwards off the stool and her with me seeing as she was latched around my neck.
Why oh why do I always have stupid things happen to me around women? WHY?! Do you guys have that problem too? I think it's a birth defect…
We landed in a heap on the floor.
And suddenly Melanie started to laugh.
I laughed a little bit too.
But then realizing that it is NOT a good idea to lay around in the middle of a busy kitchen I picked myself up, and Melanie with me.
She was much, much lighter than last time we met.
I set her down on the stool and sat beside her.
Bag lady was eyeing me like Mildred does before she... um, kills me... Is that a good thing?
A maid passed by with a plate of food. I grabbed it from her.
"Thank you." I said, placing it in front of me.
The maid turned to me angrily.
"Hey!" I said. She approached me her hand raised, she drew it back. I caught her hand and forced her other one to her side.
"I was just kiddin'! What do you want for payment?" I asked.
She thought and then grinned devilishly."A kiss."
"Alrightly then." I sighed. Kissing her quickly on the lips. I let her go. She stepped back in a daze, her hand wandered to her mouth. She smiled lightly. Stupid girls... So easily amused... Shame...
"Be careful," said a grave voice beside me, "He doesn't give those out normally."
I turned to see Melanie and half of the massive steak she had taken from me during the commotion gone.
"Jeeze!" I exclaimed.
"What?" she asked me, her eyes reproachful, but her voice utterly innocent.
"Nothing." I grumbled.
She nodded and kept eating.
She wiped her face on her dress when she was done. Very lady-like. (Isn't she great?)
"So." I started, "Didja miss me?"
She smiled."I wonder, Do you still fly?" she asked me with a small smile.
"If I say yes that means your answer is yes but if I say no then that means your answer would have to be no, but I think I'm gonna go with yes, so yes, I still fly."
"You are the most confusing person I have ever met!" she said.
"And you, my dear, are just about the oddest. Did I mentioned most uncoordinated too?" I responded, wrapping her in a hug. She hummed quietly,
"Hey! You have no room to talk there! Your the one who jumped clear over your horse and landed on your face! By the way, how are those high jumps going?"
"Hey you got lucky! I'm as graceful as a gazelle! That is until you put a pretty girl and a horse in front of me." She blushed, giggled, and looked away from me in embarrassment. She seemed to be watching something far-off in the floor. Daydreaming about me most likely.
"Now! What shall we do today?" I asked her cheerfully, pleased with myself. And her smile just has something about it... It puts me in a good mood.
"Whatever it is, you are not to carry me across that courtyard!" she said, coming out of her little daydream in the floor, eyeing me carefully, and pointing out to the courtyard.
"Darn!" I said, snapping my fingers. She laughed and I couldn't help but smile with her.
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A/N Welcome back! Let me just say-Ethan is a moron! He can't se the obvious! So thanks o everyone who came back and to those new readers: Hello! So if you guys think of anything that could happen in the next chapter(that you WANT to happen) send me a review or e-mail with your idea! I will probably put it in, 'cause I am having writers block! Thanks y'all!