Free Wicked Ugly Bad (A Kinda Fairytale) by Cassandra Gannon

that.
    “I’m
sorry.”  Scarlett continued.  “I didn’t know how hard it was for you.  No
wonder you want to escape from the hospital and from Wolfball.”
    He
didn’t want Letty to know about any of this.  It would be hard for someone so
clean to ever fully comprehend what it meant to feel dirty.  “I never
considered escaping until you came along.”  He said honestly.
    Maybe
it took someone Good to have that much optimism.  To think they could stage a
jailbreak and make things better.  Baddies were used to losing.  They just sat
behind bars and endured.  The WUB Club didn’t have breakouts because none of
the inmates had enough hope to even try for freedom.  It was why the staff was
so complacent and arrogant.
    Aside
from Trevelyan, no one had ever escaped.  And even the dragon had been
convinced he’d be killed in his jailbreak attempt.  He just hadn’t care. 
Trevelyan had reached the point where he’d rather die trying than stay
imprisoned.  No doubt he’d been shocked when he actually got away.  That was so
different than Letty’s boundless faith.
    “Well,
we’re going to get out of here, okay?”  Scarlett leaned forward and gently took
hold of his hand.  It was quite possibly the first time in his life he’d been
touched with nothing but caring.  “It isn’t your fault.”  She said sincerely. 
“Don’t worry.  I’ll make sure you’re safe.”
    No
one had ever said that to him before.
    Marrok
folded his fingers around her palms, not sure how to respond.  What she’d said
was ludicrous.  It was the exact kind of bullshit he’d normally scoff at, but
he was actually touched by her words.  He’d been a provoking jackass to
Scarlett every day since they’d met.  He was twice her size and a thousand
times more ruthless, but she was promising to keep him safe.  And she meant it.
    Jesus,
this girl was Good.
    He
looked into her wrong colored eyes, saw the soul deep purity of his recklessly kindhearted
True Love, and he… believed.
    He
believed every crazy story she’d ever told in share circle.  Believed all the loony
claims about Cinderella stealing the prince.  Believed that shoeless bitch was
the actual ugly stepsister.  Believed that Letty had been set-up.
    “That
glass slipper doesn’t belong to Cinderella, does it?”  He asked quietly.
    She
slowly shook her head.
    Marrok
believed her.  Believed all of it.
    …He
just didn’t care.
    Marrok
had waited too long to find Scarlett to ever give her up.  Maybe she wasn’t exactly
how he’d pictured his True Love, but there was something very appealing about
the girl.  The mix of the soft and the tyrannical charmed him.
    More
importantly, she reached out to offer him comfort when there was absolutely
nothing in it for her.  He’d never imagined having a True Love that nice.  He’d
never even liked nice before, but he liked it now.  Every selfish,
criminally inclined, biologically driven instinct in his body told him to do
whatever it took to keep Scarlett.
    And
for a guy serving time in a psych ward for Baddies “whatever it took” was a
pretty broad mandate.
    “The
shoe will prove Cinderella isn’t the real princess?”  He persisted.  “That’s
why she wants it?  To destroy the evidence?”
    Charming
wanted to marry a foot.  At least that’s how it seemed to Marrok.
    Some
fairy godmother had given him the glass slipper right before that infamous
costume ball a couple months back and told him it would only fit his destined princess. 
If Cinderella had somehow tricked that nimrod and the shoe didn’t actually fit
her, she’d be out of the castle on her ass.
    “That
slipper will blow Cindy right out of the water.”  Scarlett confirmed with
visible satisfaction.  “It doesn’t fit her and I can prove it.  Once Charming
sees that she’s an imposter, it’s all over for that twisted nymphomaniac.”
    “Does
she really fuck those mice?”
    “They’re rats and yes she does.  I’ll be