Thread: Goldilocks And The Three 'Bears' - (Quix and Cyanide)

RE Goldilocks And The Three 'Bears' - Quix and Cyanide The sun peeked in through the window, illuminating the small bedroom in it's soft golden glow. Inside it a girl lay, already with her bright blue eyes open, her delicate hands working nervously through thick golden hair that was fanned out upon her pillow. Other than her cotton undies and wrap around her breasts she was bare, with porcelain like skin, with only a few light freckles marring it across her nose. She lay there in silence and waited as the sun brightened her room, all the while dread grew in the pit of her stomach. Goldilocks rose as the first rooster cawed outside her window, maybe twenty minutes later the cock was up, which meant the farm was up. She was quick to dress-- soft leather breeches and a simple linen tunic, with dark riding boots pulled up to her thighs. With a leather band she heaved her mass of locks into a tail that trailed gold down her back. 'Perhaps' , she mused mentally, 'If I'm fast enough, I won't have to deal with him--' Her thoughts were cut short as her bedroom door creaked open without her bidding and even before she turned she knew who it was Step-Father. The man was obviously much older than she, with a round face covered in wrinkles and beady black eyes. What little dark hair he had was limply hanging off his nearly bald head. He was thickset as well, and waddled when he walked. As soon as he saw she heard him he threw the door open with a huge grin plastered on his face. Goldi! He cried joyously, moving to try and take her into his arms-- she quick stepped back. That grin faltered a moment and his beady eyes narrowed at her. Now that's no way to treat me, you know. Instantly that grin was back, and the dread in her stomach began to write and twist. You do know what day it is, right? He continued, not seeing, or not caring about the evident horror on her face. Yes, she spoke softly, her voice as sweet as honey. Yes father , he stressed with a twitch of his lips. Well, I suppose we can change that now. Hmm? Yes husband is much more pleasing to the ear, he purred, closing the gap she created in one stride and trapping her between the bed and the wall. Bright blue eyes darted from side to side as she looked for an escape-- this was the man who stole her mothers heart, married it, then let it die from disease. I need to care for the chickens, father, she spoke softly still, before pushing past him faster than he could react. Once out of the house she felt hot tears running down her face.Now she was truly doomed. It was bad enough being his 'daughter' and having to ward off his advances, but as his wife? She'd have no right. That dread exploded into panic as she stepped into the chicken coop, quickly gathering the eggs from the night. 'But what can I do?' Goldie asked herself silently. And when the thought hit her, it hit so fast and hard she dropped the egg she was gathering and it splattered on her boots. There she stood, stunned for nearly ten minutes, just processing what her brain told her. 'Run.' It said, a horse whisper in her ear that made goosebumps cross her skin. 'Could it.. could it work?' She doubted, for just a moment, before she dropped her basket of eggs and took off at a sprint. She ran until her breathing was so hard that tears were leaking from her eyes. Her sprint had to have taken her at least a few miles away, she told herself as she began to slow, palms going to her knees so she could catch her breath. Where will I go? Goldie asked aloud to the woods she had ended up in.. she had to admit she was sort of lost. None of it looked familiar, though she was certain this was as far as she'd ever been. Suddenly she was doubting her decision, but just as suddenly she noticed something between the trees. She squinted a moment before a grin spread across her face a cabin lay just beyonf the treeline. It was mere moment before she was there, creeping up the front steps carefully-- even a young girl like her knew to be at least a little cautious. Delicately she rapped her knuckles on the door, but was greeted by silence. Again she knocked..with no response. With a quick glance in each direction the girl straightened and tugged on the front door, and was surprised to hear the latch click and the door open. Hello? She called out into the dark cabin... Behind her the sun was coming over the trees, basking their plot of land in warmth and life. One last time she glanced around, checking that no one was watching, before stepping through the threshold into the unlocked home. What a way to spend her birthday.