NEW STORY ALERT!!!!
?SHE’S NOT A CINDERELLA?
✍️By Your Favorite Authoress?✍️
?Chapter One [1]?
Subtitle: {It’s musical?}
?Malcolm’s Pov?
They were screaming. They were cheering us on as we sang. They had smiles on their faces. I couldn’t be more happy with the fact that I could make people this happy. That I could put smiles on all this people’s faces. I was glad.
….But why wasn’t I still happy?
Why does it feel like I’m being forced to do this? Why does it feel suffocating to come here on stage just to entertain this people? Why does my personal have to be invaded by those paparazzi? Why can’t I drink water and drop the cup without being noticed?
Why can’t I live my life like those normal guys out there? Why can’t I have a girlfriend? And some friends that aren’t celebrities?
Oh, because I’m Malcolm Chase. A member of the five Stars. How can I forget?
Being a musician have always been my dream so don’t get all this missed up but being over popular wasn’t what I wanted.
I can’t live my life the way I want it. I can’t go out with who I want to. In other words…i don’t have a life because I live my life for my fans. I do what they expect of me even if it isn’t what I want.
I just wish and hope that I could escape. Escape from this bondage. Escape from them. Escape from this life. But why does it feel like I’m asking for the impossible? Why does it feel like there was no door for an escape.
This was my life. It was musical but it wasn’t what I bargained for.
“Five star! Five star! Five stars! We love you you!” They kept on chanting as we got out of stage after we were done with the entertainment.
“You look pale, Mal.” Tommy said as he gave me a pointed look. Tommy was from a wealthy family just like me. We weren’t that close but we were still friends. Besides we were a team.
“I’m fine.” I simply replied, walking into the dressing room along with all of my teams.
“Where do we go from here now?” Denise questioned no one in particular as he took a spot beside Tommy. Denise and Tommy were more close. Denise was best known to be a flirt. He had dated most female celebrities believe it or not. He had the good looks anyway.
“Back home.” Our manager said as he walked into the dressing room. We all turned to look at him. He gave us a smile. Whenever he smile like that it means that he was satisfied with our performance and that we’ve made a lot of profit from the entertainment. “You guys can take a break when we get home. To our country.” He said.
“Ooh. Can’t wait.” Denise said with a grin on his face.
“Oh, yeah. I love my city.” Elvis said as he fist bump with Denise. Elvis…? He was just…Elvis. He was the most playful and kindest amongst us. Sometimes I wish I could be as open-minded as him but of course that can never be possible.
“Home sweet home.” Tommy added also.
“We are still in Europe and not New York. So why are you guys this happy?” Mason questioned, as he narrowed his eyes at them. Mason. He was the eldest of us all. He was just a year older than us. He was the strangest and rudest of us all. He hardly smile. And he was too difficult to please. But here was what was more surprising…He was more close to me. We were very close. He rarely smile and as for me..? I rarely talk but I do smile but that is when necessary.
“Stop being mean, Mason.” Tommy said.
“Whatever. When do we leave, Joe?” He asked our manager.
Joe smiled. “As soon as you all are ready.” He said.
“Good. Then what are we waiting for?” Elvis said as he got up to his feet. We all did and made our way out of the dressing room. We pa-ssed the back door so we wouldn’t get seen by our fans.
I haven’t said a word to any one of them since we finished the concert and trust me I wasn’t ready to say a word to anyone. Not yet. That’s just who I am.
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?Ruby’s Pov?
“Ruby, what are you still doing here? Table 7 as been waiting for god knows how long.” My manager said as he shoot a glare my way.
“Right away sir. I’m so sorry.” I quickly grabbed the note pad and pen on the counter and made my way to table 7.
“Good day. I’m so sorry for the lateness. I’m Ruby and I would be your waitress for today. So what would you like to have?” I said with a smile across my face.
“I would like to have…um… Hamburger chicken.” The lady said with a warm smile plastered on her face.
I wrote it down and turned to the man sitting across from her. “What about you, sir?”
He look down at his menu. He stared down at it for a while before looking up at me. “I will just go with the pasta, thank you.” He said, calmly.
I wrote that down as well. “What would you like to drink while your order is being processed?” I now asked, staring in between them.
“Water is fine by me.” The woman said then faces her husband.
“Hot chocolate would do.” He said.
“I will be right back.” I said then turned from them and went into the kitchen to place their order. I picked up a tray and drop two cups on it. One cup was filed with hot chocolate while the other had only just water. I want back to the couples and dropped it in front of them. They thanked me with a smile still plastered on their faces. I returned their smile before going back to the kitchen.
“When will your shift be over?” Cherry asked me.
I look down at my wrist watch. “Very soon. I still have to go to one of my part time job.” I said as i wiped off the beads of sweat from my forehead.
“You are overworking yourself, Ruby.” She said to me.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I have no choice, Cherry. I either work my as-sof to provide from my family or we doe of hunger.” I said.
“But you aren’t the eldest. This should be Jennifer’s responsibility and not yours.” She said giving a sad look.
She was right. This wasn’t my responsibility. It should be Jennifer’s because she was the eldest. But I can’t let mom and Tyson starve because of one irresponsible elder sister. We can’t keep waiting for her to provide for the family before we could eat. I had to do something. And even if it meant working my as-soff then I was fine with that.
I know you guys are wondering… why is it your elder sister responsibility when your mom is still alive. Here was the thing….mom wasn’t well enough to stress herself. She has cancer. That was one reason why I was working my as-soff. She needs to get operated on but then the money….God. 1.5 million dollars was what was needed to perform the surgery.
And my little brother, Tyson. He has to go to school. I don’t want him to be a dropout like me. I want him to have a good education and a good life. They were my responsibility.
And as for Jennifer…? Sometimes I do question God why he gave me an elder sister like her. All she cared about was herself and no one else. She doesn’t even care about her dying mother. But I still loved her. She was my sister after all.
“We can’t starve to death, Cherry. Jenny has her own life to live and…”
She cuts me off before I could continue. “And you also have your own life to live. You had to drop out from high school and took in all this part time jobs just to take care of your family.”
“Exactly! My family. I have no regret, Cherry. You don’t have to worry about me.” I forced a smile to my face and left to take the orders of table 7.
Really? I have no regrets? That was purely a lie. I do have a lot of regret. A regret of being a part of that family. I wish I was born in a family were there was money. I wish I was born in a family where I wouldn’t have to worry about what to eat, wear and every other thing. I wish I was in a family where I don’t have to take in some part time jobs. But like the saying goes…‘if wishes were horses then beggar will own one.’
I grabbed the tray and left the kitchen and headed to table 7. This was my life. My fate.
“Here is your order.” I placed their orders in front of them. “Enjoy.” I said to them. I was nothing but a waitress. A waitress who relies on the tips given to her by the customers. A poor waitress who have to gather 1.5 million dollars for her mother treatment.
fu-ckmy life!
****
“I’m home.” I called out as i walked into the little apartment that I shared with my family.
“Ruby!” Tyson yelled in excitement as he jumped into my arms. I wrapped him around my arms.
Yeah I had regrets but I still love my family. And I’m willing to do anything for them.
“Where is mom?” I asked Tyson as I dropped him down to his feet. Tyson was just six years old. Most people would think that he was my child due to how close he was with me. And sometimes, he even calls me mother.
“She’s in her room.”
“Have you eaten?” I asked, dropping my bag on the floor. My back aches like crazy but what could I do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
“No. Aside from the food I had taken this morning to school.” He answered.
“What about Jennifer?” I asked.
He shrugged. “She hasn’t returned home. Ruby, is sister Jennifer really our sister?”
I smiled and bent down in front of him. Why wouldn’t he ask me that when she shows no care or love towards us.
“She’s our sister. And you shouldn’t ask such question again. You must love her no matter what.”
“But she doesn’t love us.”
“She does. She just doesn’t express it, okay?” I tickled him and he started laughing. This was the only way I could change the subject to something better. “Let me go and check up on mom before returning to prepare dinner for everyone. Okay? Now, tell me what do you want to eat?”
“Um…Anything. I’m fine with anything you can offer.” This was one reason why I love this little guy. He was just so smart and intelligent. He knew I didn’t have enough money to provide enough food for the family. He knew about the conditions of the family.
I ki-ssed him on his forehead and that made him giggled. “I will be right back.” I stood up to my feet and made my way to my mom’s room.
She was just staring out of the window. I quietly sneak up on her and covered her eyes with my hands.
“Ruby?”
I pulled my hands from her eyes. “How did you know it was me?” I questioned as I came to stand beside her.
“That’s because Jennifer don’t have the time to do stuff like that with me. And as for Tyson, he is to little to be able to cover my eyes.” She explained. Then a smile suddenly came to her face. “How are you?”
“Fine.”
Her smile suddenly faded. “You had lot to do today, didn’t you?”
“i’m use to it, mom.” I said before she could start blaming herself for making me pas-sthrou-ghall this. She always blame herself.
“I’m sorry.” She apologies.
I tried not to roll my eyes. Key word, ‘tried.’
“Mom, you don’t have to be sorry. You did nothing wrong. It isn’t your fault that we are poor or neither is it your fault that you have cancer. So stop blaming yourself. ”
“It’s all my fault, Ruby. Look at you, you are always working your as-soff should to provide for the family. You even had to drop out of school. I feel so sad knowing fully well that they are my responsibility.” A tear fell down to her face.
It hurt. It hurt to see her this way. she had tried to provide a good life for we are children. She was a single mother whose husband left her as soon as she had their third child. I hated him. He made her this way. He made her felt worthless. He made her weak. If there was any one to blame then it was him and not her.
“mom, you don’t have to blame yourself for anything. I am not even complaining.”
“Are you really not?” She suddenly questions, giving me a more serious look. “Are you okay with this life, Ruby?” Was I okay? Of course i wasn’t. I mean, who would be happy with this kind of life?
I didn’t say anything. I just lowered my gaze to the floor. She made some noises that made me look up at hr again. She was crying now.
“Mom…” Before I knew it I was pulled into her arms. Had I hurt her with my reply? Though, I didn’t say anything but my silence said it all.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I can’t be the mother you deserve. I’m sorry for putting you and your siblings throu-ghall this pain. I’m sorry.”
“Mom…” I called out but got choke with my own tears. But I have to be strong. I needed to be strong. I wrapped my arms around her wa-istand pressed myself further into her arms. I will do anything to make her better again. Even if it means selling one of my kidneys. TBC.