Thanks for all of the reviews and faves and follows from last time! It warmed my heart! I know I'm twisting some things here, especially for frozen, but some things just don't happen in real life, so I've had to twist it a little... Sorry! :D This chapter is kind of short, but you do get to see yet another character introduced to help save the day a little. Please feel free to let me know how you like this story and I hope you enjoy! :D
"Brielle, please don't freak out." Stephen said steadily, moving towards me. "This is… We were just…"
I notice Tiffany's smug look on her face behind Stephen means that she wanted me to find this out. I know realise that she was listening in that day in the Duke's Café. She's still a girl who wants to hurt me for reasons I don't understand, and she's done it. She's hurt me. When I look back at Stephen I notice that there is still some of Tiffany's lipstick stained onto his lips. Gross. I look at him dead in the eyes and try my hardest to stay strong.
"You were just making out, Stephen! You were just leading me on this whole time, weren't you? You never really liked me. I can tell that much right now," I say, holding back the tears stinging at my eyes.
"I didn't mean for this to happen, Brie! You have to believe me!" He looks genuinely sad, but clearly he's just a very good liar.
"No. Don't lie to me. Don't you think I deserve just that ounce of respect enough to not have you lie to my face? You are not the guy I thought you were."
"I am!"
"No, Stephen! No you're not. I thought you were true… But now I can see that everything I know about you was built on lies." I turn towards the door, ready to leave but I stop. I turn back, refusing to look at the teary-eyed Stephen I thought I knew and glancing at Tiffany who looked almost victorious. "Tiffany… I don't know what it is I ever did to you, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry, because I can't imagine what I must have done to make you feel like this. Happy now?"
I don't wait for a reply. I slam the door behind me, the tears starting to flow down my cheeks. I have to cover a hand over my mouth to stop the sounding of me falling apart from being heard. I slump against the wall, the tears still falling down my face. It feels as though I've been stamped in my heart over and over again so much that it feels like there isn't even a heart there anymore. I would think there wasn't as well, if it weren't for the sad rhythm echoing loudly in my ears. It's like there is a never ending drum going off and it's not long before the pain in my heart moves to a pain in my head. A blinding pain that is willing to tear my forehead apart.
I hear footsteps from Aurora's room getting nearer to the door and I realise that someone is coming. I have to get away… I can't let either of them see me like this. I use the wall to stand myself up and go quickly towards the door to the hallway. I have to get away. I turn the doorknob and can see the party, still in full swing when something grabs my arm and turns me around. It's Stephen.
"Look, Brie, listen to me-"
"No! Let go of me!" The music goes back down like it did when Anna and Elsa were arguing, and the conversations go dead. All focus is on Stephen and me.
"Can't we talk about it?"
"No, no we can't 'talk about it', Stephen! Despite what you might think, I don't want to talk to you ever, ever, ever again!" I don't have a drink to throw, so I raise my free hand instead and slap him in the face. Instincts take over him and he lets go of me to raise both his hands to his face. I run to the front door and swing it open. I run into the darkness of the night that fills the paths as the party music tones out of sights.
"Brielle!" I hear Stephen shout after me, but I only run faster.
"Brie, please stop!" I hear a girl shout. Cinderella; I promised her that I would walk back home with her and yet I can't stop running.
I run fast and feel thankful that I remembered to wear flats. Still, I run out of breath eventually and have to lean against a lamp post, still sobbing. I let myself fall backwards onto the street floor, my back resting against the lamp post. The footsteps catch up to me but I don't run. I don't think that I could even if I wanted to. I stay sitting on the cold, wet floor under the light of the street lamp and realise that it's raining very slightly. I can tell I'm a sad sight to be seen, but I have no desire of trying to impress Stephen so I just sit there.
"When someone runs away they usually want to be left alone," I mutter, not looking up at the shadow.
"No one wants to be alone." I hear a familiarly, kind voice say; Cinderella… Of course she wouldn't let me run off by myself. It's only when I look up I realise that there are two shadows. When they step into the light I see that Anna is with her.
"What… What are you doing here?" I ask Anna.
"You helped me so I thought I'd return the favour. Are you okay?" She says as Cinderella sits on the floor next to me and puts her arm around me.
I try to explain but I find that all words have left me. How can I tell them about how betrayed I feel when I can hardly think about it with out collapsing in a sorry heap on the floor. I make a sad whimpering sound that sounds like an injured animal and start crying again. Anna sits (or rather stumbles) on the floor next to me and tells me that it will work out. We all sit there until the tears on my face start to dry up, causing my face to feel stiff.
"Tonight… wasn't meant to be like this." I mutter.
"Tell me about it," Anna mumbles. "I don't even know where Elsa is. I mean, she could be at home but… I should have run after her."
"You think you two have it bad? I finally speak to my dream guy and then run off before telling him my name." Cinderella sighs.
"You didn't tell him your name?" I ask her.
"I mean, I don't know Hans's second name but I at least know his first name." Anna laughs.
"He didn't ask! I only know his because I've been crushing on him for ages. And it gets worse…" Cinderella says, holding up her bare foot to which Anna bursts into a fit of laughter.
"You left your shoe?" I ask in disbelief.
"I left my shoe," Cinderella laughs in embarrassment. "It fell off as I ran after you. I mean, hopefully someone finds it and returns it to me! They were my favourite pair!" Even I giggle a little at that.
When all the laughter dies down it goes back to the sad atmosphere it was before. Now that the tears and sobs have stopped, I try to get enough bravery to tell them without crying. If I could look into the eyes of the guy I really like and tell him that I can never forgive him, I can do this. I look down at my hands to look for answers. "I just found the only guy I've ever liked… making out with… with." I choke up. I can't do it. Saying it out loud means admitting that it's happened, that I can't like him.
"Oh no… Please tell me it wasn't Tiffany." Because the tears were welling up in my eyes so badly, I could talk. The tears began to flow all over again as all I could do was nod. Cinderella explained to Anna about how Tiffany had been horrible to me for as long as we could remember, she was always looking for ways to get to me. She told her about the other day at Duke's Café and how she must have overheard and done this. Anna held my hand the whole way through and gave me a sympathetic squeeze whenever she heard something bad. At the end of the tale she hugged me.
That was when a small car pulled up. It was blue and looked about big enough to fit four. The door opened and a boy who looked about our age stepped out. His blonde hair was loosely flopped over his forehead head. He looked big, not at all fat looking but strong, one of the strongest people I've seen. He looked at all three of us a little bit confused.
"Are- uh… Are you girls okay?" The boy asked, nervously.
"We're fine." Anna says, not sounding entirely believable.
"Yeah, you look it." He says sarcastically. "You aren't coming from Aurora's party, are you?"
"Yes! Yes, we are!" Anna says excitedly, hopping up. "You know Aurora?"
"Yeah, she's in the year below me in school. Everyone knows Aurora." This boy says very matter-of-factly.
"We're in Aurora's year!" Anna says happily.
"Hang on," Cinderella stands up and helps me to my feet. "If you're in our school then why weren't you at the party?"
"Didn't get invited," He shrugs.
"I thought everyone got invited," I muttered.
"You thought wrong. I bet none of you even know my name," And he's right. We don't know his name.
"Wait, maybe you know my sister!" Anna says happily.
"Your sister,"
"Elsa… Elsa Arendelle. Do you know her?"
"Of course I do. She's in my year." He says. "Look… I don't normally do this but, do you want a lift home? I have enough space in my car and you only have one shoe," he says pointing to Cinderella.
"We don't take lifts from strangers." I say.
"Fine; my name is Kristoff Bjorgman, my parents are gone so I live with the closest thing I have to call family, I have this car and help rescue endangered animals in my spare time. Now that I'm no longer a stranger, would you like a lift?"
"…Shotgun!" Anna yells, running to the front seat. Cinderella and I exchange a glance before getting into the two back seats.
Kristoff starts the engine and asks where we all live. Cinderella's house is the closest it turns out, followed by Anna's and then mine. Cinderella getting dropped off took longer than I'd thought. Kristoff was kind enough to park about three houses down to make sure the Cinderella's Stepmother didn't suspect anything and then wait for the text from Cinders to me telling us she was safe.
When he dropped Anna off she went inside and I waited for the text from her to say that all was good.
"Maybe she… forgot?" Kristoff shrugged.
"No… She's pretty dazed a lot but she'd remember something we told her not to forget." So we waited a few minutes longer.
"I'm going," Kristoff said, starting the engine just as Anna came running back out of the house in a panic.
"She's gone!" She said getting back into the car.
"Who? Who's gone?" I asked her.
"Elsa… it's like she's vanished! Oh… I knew I should have gone after her."
"So, what should I do?" Kristoff asked.
"How about we drop Brielle off and then go and find her?" Anna asks him.
"What? No way! I did not sign up for some road chase with someone I don't even know." Kristoff replied.
"But I know where she is!" Anna begged him.
"So why don't you go after her yourself?"
"Because, I can't drive; you can. Please!"
He hesitated for a moment before sighing angrily. "Hop in,"
Anna giggled victoriously as she sat down. "Thank you,"
They dropped me off and I walked to the door, opened it and waved a goodbye for them to go.
"Don't worry, Brie! You'll get your happy ending!" Anna yelled as she drove away.
I couldn't help but laugh a little at her. I closed and locked the front door before going upstairs to my bedroom closing the door and crying myself to sleep.