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Consequences of a One Night Stand for Cinderalla
Synopsis: Ollie has the terrible 'Cinderella' syndrome; lives with his horrible step father and brothers while living the life of a poor man in their mansion (technically his). However, when a one night stand occurs with his arch enemy (who was previously his step brother's best friend), will things take a turn... for the (even) worse? Especially when his sadistic step brother finds out?
[WARNING]: Contains sex scenes and rape later on.
Enjoy :)
Part 1:
“No way. No fucking way!” Were the first things Oliver Richards exclaimed as he stood in front of the large, rusty, gold-rimmed mirror at the top of the stairs in his house while his friends couldn’t stop laughing at him, clutching their stomachs in hysterics. This just got him even angrier and caused him to throw the brush that he was holding onto the step closest to him, bounding down each wooden step with a clang. He crossed his arms tightly across his chest, glaring at the two of them “Stop laughing! It’s not even fucking funny!”
When his best friend on his right had gathered himself together, he brushed back his shoulder-length long red hair back and grinned at him “Oh, but it is, little Ollie!” before pinching one of his cheeks.
“Ow…do you mind?” Ollie demanded, rubbing his sore cheek “And don’t call me little.”
“He’s only calling you little because you’re so cute.” His other best friend chirped in while smiling, her dark glossy hair tied up neatly in a pony tail, wrapped by a creepy spider hair band.
Ollie shifted his glare onto her “Jenna: I do not look cute…I look like a freaking girl!”
“Well…” his other red-headed best friend shrugged, “…that kind of was the point.”
Ollie slapped his forehead and groaned, feeling platinum blonde wig that they had expertly clipped onto his own white blonde hair, even going so far as to spend an hour straightening it. If they had said that they hadn’t liked making him up to look like a girl, they would have been lying through the skin of their teeth.
It all had started a week ago, when Ollie, Jenna and Chaz had bet against each other on who would get drunk first from the bottles of vodka they went binge drinking on. Olly was the first to get drunk, so had to do whatever forfeit Jenna and Chaz made up…and that was to go to the Halloween Ball…as a girl, which wasn’t exactly the hardest thing in the world, since he was relatively small (although he hated to admit it).
Although, Ollie had to admit that they had done a good job. Jenna had done his make up almost flawlessly; his lips outlined in a deep, rich, scarlet colour, which contrasted well with his pale complexion and azure eyes. His eyes, in the meanwhile, had been rimmed with a dark smoky black colour, his lashes lengthened by the streaks black liquid from the mascara bottle held in Jenna’s hand.
He drew his own hand to the material of the dress that he was wearing, the lacy white material brushed against his fingers. He was wearing Chaz’s mum’s wedding dress, and it was lucky that it actually fit him, although Jenna had had to get and inflatable bra for him to wear.
“I hate you two.” Ollie growled at them both.
“And we love you.” They both said in unison, Chaz adding on the end “shortie.”
Ollie turned his scowl at them to the mirror he was staring at “What am I supposed to be anyway?”
“Cinderella,” Jenna shrugged.
“Oh ha ha; very funny.” Ollie commented sarcastically.
“Yeah,” Chaz butt in, “Well done Jenna; that means that he hasn’t dressed up at all.”
Ollie was about to throw a punch in to Chaz’s arm, but Jenna tactfully stopped it before it was away from his side. It was Chaz and Jenna’s joke that he was like Cinderella because he lived with two ugly step brothers, a horrible step father in a big mansion. Jenna always commented that he was like the male version of Cinderella. His father had died when he was a baby, so he didn’t remember much about him and his mother had married his step father when he was nine after years of grief. She died of lung cancer only a year after, and Ollie had no blood relatives left, only his step father and step brothers who hated and detested him. The only reason they put up with him was because they got to live in the mansion and spend all of his parent’s fortune if they looked after him. Although ‘look after’ wasn’t exactly what they did to him…he was more like a slave. If he even argued about it, he’d be grounded and not allowed to go to school.
Ollie tried as hard as he could at school, so that he could get as far as he could from his step father. School was his sanctuary, although not exactly the nicest place on Earth; he’d been picked on from on early age because of his size. He wasn’t weak or anything like that; he always fought back, which was what attracted Chaz to him when Chaz first arrived. He had seen these guys practically tearing Ollie’s limbs off but, despite the fact that they were taunting him and trying to get him scared, Olly still tried to fend them off in anger. Chaz stepped in and the two of them knocked down the eight of the other guys together. After that, they had both been known as the rejects of the school, which neither of them minded very much. Whenever anyone was looking for them, they’d be under the oak tree furthest away from the school on the grounds, with Chaz wearing a black beret while reading out Shakespeare. Ollie would often be listening to Screamo music through the mp3 Chaz had bought him for his 15th birthday while trying to work out what to do on his maths homework. Despite Olly’s appearance, he was definitely not what you’d expect: he spoke his mind and was angry most of the time, getting into fights with most of the guys on the football team who called him a ‘wimp’, ‘blondie’ or (even worse) ‘shortie’.
They had both met Jenna last year when they had been forced to do detention in the library for getting into so many fights with everyone (it was mainly Ollie’s fault, since he was so temperamental). They were made to help with the school committee’s advertising for a cake sale, which Jenna had been organising, to donate money for breast cancer. They had gotten to know her, and she was very clever as well as being nice, and got annoyed at them a couple of times when they were mucking about. After that, they went to the library at break to check out what she was doing and talk to her, since she spent most of her time in there and not with anyone else. Gradually, they got to know her more and she began to loosen up around them both, joining them at the oak tree most days when she didn’t have coursework or revision.
Ollie sighed and turned back to Chaz, who was wearing a pirate costume complete with a patch eye, and Jenna, who was clad in a black funeral dress. They had spent ages wondering what she was supposed to be and after a couple of hours, she told them that she was a ‘corpse bride’.
“I’m not going to have fun, just to let you know…” They were about to wrap their arms around him, but he held out a hand in front of himself “I have to be back by 1 am, by the way. If I’m not, then my step dad’s not gonna let me go to school next week.”
“That’s so stupid!” Chaz burst out in anger. “I heard that Richard and Tom were staying out until 4am to dig some chicks! And they already went out 4 hours ago to some mates house: I think it was that guy in the football team…the one with brown hair…”
Jenna rolled her eyes “Charlie, (please don’t imitate their speech again) and seventy five percent of the football team have brown hair.”
“Plus,” Ollie added in, “you should know by now what my step dad and brothers are like.”
Chaz shrugged, shoving his red hair out of his face with his hand roughly “They just piss me off so much because they’re just such bastards.”
Jenna glanced at her watch “anyway, come on: let’s go; we can’t be late.”
“Yeah,” the red head said mockingly, “we can’t let Cinderella be late for her ball.”
Ollie shifted a death glare in his direction as they all began to walk out the door, down the path and to Chaz’s broken down car “enough with the Cinderella jokes.”
When they had gotten down to the mansion that it was being held at, Ollie had to take a deep breath: he hated this place. Not because it was ugly, haunted or anything like that; it belonged to one of the people hated the most in the whole school: Connor Renalds. Every year they got into an argument about one thing or another, be it that Connor was teasing him about his height, or that Ollie wasn’t bothering in PE and always allowed goals to go in whenever he was goal keeper.
Connor wasn’t the most popular guy in school, nor was he an athlete, but he was damn competitive when he wanted to be and when he turned up. He was your average emo without the lack of socialising; he had more of a social disorder: thick, black, scruffy hair with the typical side fringe. He stood lean and tall at 6’2”, completely towering over Ollie whenever they were blowing up in each other’s faces.
He was also rich, hence why his mother and father offered their mansion up for the Halloween ball when all the halls at their school got infested with a load of gushing water from the drainpipes. Although they had cleaned it up, it was still soggy and unstable…and still smelt too. It was also considered a hazard to put and fairy lights up.
Their feet crunched as they made it up the gravel path surrounded by acres of field until they got up to the silver coloured stone steps. Ollie could feel the music already thumping at their feet. He could feel his heart hurrying up in almost the same rhythm to that of the stereo beat (which was fast).
Jenna sensed his discomfort and laid a hand on his arm to comfort him “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Although, I suggest that we all split up when we get in there because otherwise Ollie’ll get found out and he’ll get teased so much when he gets back to school.”
The blonde’s face showed sudden panic “what happens if a guy tries to…you know…get it on with me?”
“If?” Chaz barked a laugh as Jenna threw a death glare his way and said “you’re not helping the situation, Charles.” She softened her gaze when she turned back to Ollie “just stay like yourself and you’ll be fine. Chaz and I shall try and keep an eye on you at most of the time while we’re there.”
Ollie blew some air that he had been holding in his mouth and allowed a barely inaudible “fuck” escape his lips before he shoved open the large wooden doors and let himself in.
The blonde had seen all the stares from all the guys and had fled to the alcohol stand. It shouldn’t be an alcohol stand, but Ollie knew full well that someone had tipped vodka into the punch…not that he minded or anything: he needed something strong anyway. And the shoes he was wearing were really killing his feet, and he had only been standing up on them for ten minutes.
He stayed by all the alcohol stands for at least 20 minutes, occasionally shuffling to another when he saw a guy coming his way with intent written on his face. Occasionally he would see Chaz glance up at him and laugh his head off. Ollie’s temper was slowly simmering with the amount of times he had to shuffle around the rooms, avoiding each guy he could see and not talking to anybody. The only way to keep himself busy was to drink, which was slowly making him dizzy and need to go for a piss. And, naturally, he walked into the toilets with the ‘men’s’ sign on it.
He quickly realised when a group of guys surrounded him, lust etched into their faces. One of those guy, he recognised, was Richard: his step brother.
“Hey beautiful,” One of them leered laughingly, “did you wanna come in here so you can get taught by the big boys the way to pleasure a man?”
Ollie stepped away from him in fury “get the hell away from me!”
Richard smirked and grabbed Ollie’s white blonde hair and pulled him towards him (Ollie thanked God that it was clipped so expertly onto his real hair by Jenna or else it would have been ripped off). Ollie could smell the disgusting stench of alcohol on his breath as he leaned towards him “No can do, little slut: we need some things doing now…”
“Like my dick!” One of the group called out. The blonde looked down as though to seem defeated, but then threw it up and kneed Richard in the balls. He cried out in pain and tore away from the group, his hands holding his balls in despair. Ollie tried to make a break through all the guys, but they pulled him back. They shoved him to the ground, pinning his arms and legs down with him still struggling.
For once in Ollie’s life, he felt helpless.
One of the guys put their lips to his ear and licked it, causing Ollie to thrash about even more “If you’re quiet and stay still, we won’t hurt you…much.” The blonde glared at him before spitting onto his cheek. This caused an ear-piercing slap to be delivered to the right hand side of Ollie’s face.
The blonde almost gave up hope as he felt hands at the hem of his skirt…well, before he heard a slick, firm voice throughout the struggling and shuffling “What the fuck do you all think that you’re doing?”
Oh shit. He knew that voice.
“What do you think we’re doing, Renalds?” The one on top of Ollie said drunkenly. Suddenly, a load of them were thrown back from behind, a few slams into doors and such occurred and then peering over him was the Emo he detested with everything he had in him.
His eyes were rimmed again with a smoky black and green colour, his face white with powder while his hair was as black as anything. He had a black cloak on, so Ollie assumed that he was dressed up in a Dracula costume or something.
The blonde jumped up, startled. Connor frowned. “Are you alright?”
“Of course I’m alright!” Ollie snapped irritably, annoyed that Connor Renalds had saved him from possible rape/humiliation/ the ruin of his entire being after they would have found out that he was a guy.
Connor grinned “I like a girl with a backbone.” He dusted off his black cape and brushed off some of the white powder that was irritating his face.
“I’m not a-!” Ollie stopped himself “I mean, whatever. Shut up.”
Connor’s smile widened, and Ollie couldn’t stop thinking about how good looking he was when he did so. This just got him even more annoyed that he shoved his arms across his chest while mumbling “I was handling it perfectly well until you came along.”
Connor quirked an eyebrow up, causing the piercing through it to sparkle it the light for a brief moment “I think that seeing as I saved you from the clutches of those evil vermin, I deserve a dance.” Ollie gaped his mouth open, wondering what on Earth to say, and when he didn’t, Connor said “I’ll take your silence as a yes.” And without further ado, he led him to the dance floor.
Connor found himself smiling down at the short blonde; she was definitely cute, as well as beautiful. Despite what this girl had said, he was sure that if he hadn’t come when he had, something absolutely catastrophic would have happened. Maybe he could actually applaud his excessive alcohol drinking/sexual orientation confusion for once. It was funny that when he tried to forget one blonde with an attitude problem, he happened to pick up another. And god they looked similar…or was it just the alcohol messing with his mind again? It wouldn’t be the first time. God, this blonde was so hot…
Ollie felt his cheeks redden when Connor’s arm slipped around his waist and just above where the wedding dress splayed out. His grip was firm, yet gentle, and Ollie could feel Connor’s tight muscles under the cape he was wearing.
Once the song had finished, the blonde pulled away as if to go, but was suddenly clasped by the face by the taller teen. As if in slow motion, Ollie felt their lips meet softly and he froze, unsure of what to do; he shouldn’t want this…yet he did. He wanted more; this touch was intoxicating. Connor kept pecking his lips, the blonde’s lids drifting closed, urging his mouth to part and when it did, he tilted his head and slipped his tongue in, savouring the taste of the other’s mouth. There was a common taste of vodka sweeping both of their mouths but, to each of them, it was as sweet as nectar and as addictive as alcohol to an alcoholic.
When Connor sighed, Ollie realised what he was doing and snapped open his eyes, realising the bulge in between his legs. With both hands, he shoved Connor off of him. Connor fell back onto other couples who were dancing in shock while Ollie managed to run off back up the stairs. He couldn’t go home yet because he didn’t have a ride (Chaz would be shacked up with some girl until quarter to one).
He went through most rooms, only to find couples either snogging or having sex, grunting, groaning or screaming each others’ names. Finally, when Ollie had gotten to the end of the corridors where fairy lights of bats were no longer, he reached a door painted pure black. He tried to push it open, but it was stuck by something. Ollie stumbled back, feeling the sudden affects of the alcohol as he felt his world spin, only to be clutched by a pair of arms “Why’d you run off, beautiful?” That amazing husky voice chimed through the blonde’s head, although it did sound as drunk as Ollie felt himself.
“Get…get off me…” Ollie managed to mumble.
Connor turned him around to face him, his emerald eyes flooding Ollie’s own azure gaze “I don’t think you want me to.” With that, Connor pushed open the door and pinned the blonde to the bed, heat gushing through their bodies along with desire consuming their senses…
“Bastard…”
He threw the bed cover off of himself and jumped out of bed, nearly tripping over himself as his pants were down by his ankles. A soaring pain went through his arse and he rubbed it, squinting in pain.
Had he had sex?
Oh shit. He had lost his virginity while he was drunk.
Ollie felt like crying, he was so miserable, but he gathered all his things together instead. His feet crept along the black carpeting and was about to quietly open the door when the naked body from the bed shot up and said groggily “Where are you going?”
When Ollie saw that face, he felt himself running as fast as he could, despite the calls for him to come back, he kept running, his blond hair flowing behind him as he ran. He glanced up at the grandfather clock: ten to one.
It wasn’t hard to spot Chaz; he was talking to Jenna, surprisingly, and not making out with some random girl. Ollie ran up to them, pushing through the crowds. Before he was able to speak, Jenna pointed her finger at his chest “Where the hell have you been?”
“Yeah,” Chaz said, looking equally worried and angry, “we were looking everywhere for you.”
“I’ll tell you about it later…” Ollie replied, rubbing his head, “can we just go now?”
Chaz side glanced at Jenna, his eyebrows knitted; he knew something was up because Ollie would normally reply in an annoyed tone if they were nagging him about something or another. Jenna seemed to share his views as he saw her eyes hold concern within their depths. “Sure, I’ll just get the car started with Jenna. Stay here for a second and we’ll be right back.”
As they dashed off, Ollie knew that they’d be talking about him, but he didn’t care. He was too agitated and dirty to care. He kept sliding his hand down his arm in an attempt to get the invisible grime from it, but it wouldn’t come off.
Ecstasy. He remembered that much. The feeling of pure ecstasy coursing through his body, hitting all the nerves and sending him into spasms.
And those vibrant emerald eyes, which he was sure would be haunting his mind for ever more. But he couldn’t let Renalds let him know that it was him…he would spread it around, saying that the blonde had taken advantage of him when he was drunk… yes, just leave it as a one night stand.
No one needed to know.
“Cinderella!” Ollie heard that deep voice shouting and allowed himself to turn around, just about seeing the guy that made his heart suddenly flutter shoving through the hoards of fairy and pumpkin costumes.
Ollie flung his head away from him and tried to make his way through the packed crowds, still blocking out the shouts from the other teen behind him. Once he had gotten to the doors, he tried pulling it open. Again, it was stiff so he had to use all his might to wrench it open but, in the process, his platinum watch bracelet that he had retrieved from his mum flew onto the floor. He was about to pick it up, but realised how close Renalds was to him and decided to leave it, which tore his heart out but there was nothing else he could do. It would probably take him 10 minutes to find it anyway among all the people in the crowd’s feet.
“I thought you were just going to-” Chaz began as Ollie jumped into the car, but was interrupted with a half-hysterical cry of “DRIVE!”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Chaz asked in bewilderment as he put the car into gear. Ollie ignored him as glanced in horror at the door of the mansion opening to the tall dark-haired man who seemed to be almost strangled by the cloak hanging off his neck.
“DRIVE NOW OR DIE!!” Ollie shouted at Chaz, causing both his and Jenna’s eyes to widen to the size of snooker balls but Chaz, nevertheless, sped up, chewing his lip and wondering what had gotten into Ollie, who was almost shaking as they pulled away from the mansion.
Ollie shifted back into his seat, not looking out of the window to see Connor’s figure fading into the distance, grasping the blonde’s platinum watch bracelet as though it were a lifeline…
AN: So, was it ok? This is five parts by the way, plus the epilogue. Next part out Saturday 21st Feb.
