Forever and Always: A Fairytale

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I wake up to Lily screaming bloody murder at somebody, probably Ismael. I groan and crawl out of bed. Making my way downstairs, her shouts become louder.

“Lily, it’s too early, what could you possibly be yelling about?!” I turn into the living room, and I have my answer.

His purple orbs meet my brown ones and then darken. “Good morning, Elianna,” he greets smirking.

“Vulmar,” I growled, wanting to punch him right then and there.

“I’m surprised you even remembered me considering how long it’s been.” He gets up and steps towards me, but someone grabs my wrist, and I’m yanked back into a hard chest.

“Don’t even think about it.” Ismael.

Vulmar looked up at Ismael and then back at me. “You need a bodyguard now, Elianna? And here I thought you could actually stand your ground by now.”

Tears began to flow down my cheeks as I tried to keep a brave face. This is what Vulmar would do when we were together. He would put me down then build me back up just to tear me down again.

“That’s enough,” Ismael said with a hard expression on his face. He walked up to Vulmar, standing at least six inches taller than him. “I’m going to have to politely ask you to leave.”

“See, I would love to, but believe it or not, I’m here for a reason,” Vulmar replied before taking out a small charm bracelet that had my family’s crest on it. Each family that lived in the kingdom had a crest, including the commoners. My family’s crest was a circle with three intertwining hearts in the center of it.

“Okay, now give it to her,” Ismael demanded.

“Oh, I intend to.” He suddenly released the bracelet from his fingers, letting it drop to the floor. He then lifted his leg and smashed the bracelet to pieces with his boot. “There you go, Ellie,” he said, smiling evilly, “Oh, and you might want to get a better bodyguard.”

I begin sobbing as he turned on his heels and started walking towards the door. He doesn’t make it far, however, because Ismael’s fist came hurdling out of Vulmar’s blind spot and collided with my ex’s jaw.

“How’s that for a bodyguard?” Ismael asked, mockingly before throwing more punches until Vulmar is on the ground begging for mercy. He then picked him up by his shirt and glared at him. “If you ever set a toe into Ellie’s life again, I’ll give you a worse beating than I did this time.”

Ismael opened the door and shoved Vulmar outside. As Ismael was closing the door, my ex turned around and looked me straight in the eyes.

“He won’t always be there to protect you, Ellie,” he said with a mischievous smirk. He spun on his heel and proceeded to walk through the town, away from my home.

Ismael closed the door and walked over to me. Kneeling, he began picking up the broken pieces of what used to be my bracelet, which was the reflection of my heart. Lily rubbed my back as my cry became softer.

“I’m sorry, Ellie,” Ismael apologized, placing the last bead into his hand, “I truly believed he would just hand it over without any problems.”

I shake my head and give him a weak smile. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know. Besides, you gave him what he deserved in the end.”

Ismael gave me a soft smile before going into the kitchen and throwing the broken pieces away. When he returned, Lily told me that she was going to get breakfast ready and give Ismael and me some alone time.

After she exits the room, Ismael takes a seat next to me on the steps. We don’t say anything to each other until I decide to break the silence.

“Well, I’m sure you picked on the fact that Vulmar is my ex,” I say flatly, staring at my brown flats.

“Yeah, I didn’t appreciate the way he was treating you,” Ismael replied, “Why’d he have that bracelet anyway?”

“It was the only thing that I had left to remind me of my heritage,” I explain as I nervously played with my brunette hair, “Arun and Ara aren’t my real parents. They adopted me after my parents died while traveling north to see some relatives when I was sixteen, and I’ve been living with them ever since." I don’t usually tell people about my past, mostly because of embarrassment.

“Now it makes sense why you were crying over it shattering,” he stated, looking over at me.

“Yeah," I say quietly, feeling a few tears escape my eyes. Ismael gently wipes them away and pulls me into a warm embrace.

"I'm so sorry, Ellie," he said, rubbing my back in an attempt to comfort me. It was at this moment, where I let go once again, and he held me in his arms as I cried into his chest.

When my crying fit ended, Ismael and I walked into the dining room where Lily was placing a large plate of eggs on the table.

"It smells as delicious as it looks," I comment, sitting down on one of the chairs. Ismael takes a seat next to me, and Lily takes a place across from me. I load my plate with eggs, bacon, a slice of bread, and some fruit.

"So, where have you been lately, Lily?" Ismael asks as he took a bite out of his bacon.

"What do you mean?" She asks, trying to act innocent.

"Don't play coy with us, Lily. You've just been leaving and not telling us anything aside from telling us that you're leaving," I remind her.

"Oh, I'm just going shopping," she replies, but I can tell that she's lying.

"You that's not true. Spill it." Ismael demands, giving her a stern look.

"I've been seeing someone," she answers.

"The guy from last week?" I ask her.


"Then, why didn't you just tell us that?" Ismael curiously asks.

"Because he's my ex," Lily explains, which sends me into overprotective best-friend mode.

"Lily, we had a deal!" I said with a stern expression.

"I know, but I couldn't help it," she said, guilt written all over her face, "That's why I didn't tell you."

I let out a deep sigh of disappointment. "Which one?" I ask, pinching my nose.

"Luvon," she answered.

"Oh, at least it wasn't the idiot," I said, relieved. The three of us burst out laughing before finishing our meal.

When we were finished, Lily and I cleaned up, while Ismael went job hunting.

"So, you and Ismael seem to be getting closer," Lily commented, wiggling her eyebrows.

Oh, don't even go there," I reply, trying to shut her down, but my rosie cheeks betray me.

"You know you like him." She laughed, and I splashed soapy water on her.

"Just keep drying the dishes," I ordered, rolling my eyes.

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