Sinderella 4

ELLE

The sounds of hot passion filled the entire house and I thought I would go mad with need if I kept listening to it. Sometimes I felt like they did this on purpose, just to get me craving for what I couldn't dream of ever getting.

I tried to tune out Giselle's moans as I cleaned the pantry —but it was close to an impossible task.

It had been months since my father died and just like I thought, the house had turned into a sex house. Every night it was either Giselle screams that woke me from my sleep or Anastasia's grunts. They had a new man in the house every single night. While I spent mine hidden away in the cold attic with my animal friends, Kudo the rat and Ricky the bird.

They were all I had. Kudo would try and help me with chores while Ricky was always there to wipe my tears when I thought I couldn't go on anymore.

Focusing on the work made it easier to tune out their moans, I continued moping the large pantry clean while Kudo tried its best to sprinkle soap along the corner