Free Frog Tale by JT Schultz Page A

the floor to her sister’s threshold. Sure enough the silver knob turned beneath her touch, and with stealth like grace opened her sister’s door, then entered the room in silence.
    Her sister slept with her back to the door and her long blonde hair hanging in a ponytail. The demonic bitch made this far too easy. Nearing the bed, she studied the long blonde hair. If she tried to cut it all at once, Stella might wake. However, if she made too many snips, the sound would disturb her sleeping sister. Stabbing her was always an option only she really didn’t want to kill her sister or go to jail, especially since she’d probably become grounded when she got out of prison by her parents.
    She decided if she could snip at the ponytail and cut the hair in a few simple chunks, life would be good. Well, not for Stella since she loved her hair almost more than life itself.  Her hand trembled slightly as she lifted the scissors and quickly captured about a fifth of Stella’s hair between the duo blades and closed them together. The hair sliced away from the hair scrunchie and other strands, her sister remained undisturbed. Again she lifted the scissors, captured the same amount and snipped. Her sister tossed slightly and Chloe hid the weapon behind her back and waited. 
    Stella rolled onto her stomach and Chloe knew she had to make this quick. She lifted the scissors two more times until nothing but a stub poked through the hair tie. A slow smile worked across her lips as she silently left the room and shut the door, leaving the long sheared locks all over the bed and floor.
    Guilt nudged her and she did feel a slight bit of remorse for what she did. Okay, so maybe cutting over twelve inches of hair off was extreme. Her sister had done something to her frog and earned the same amount of heartache that Chloe currently experienced. Stopping at her own bedroom door she glanced down the hall toward her father’s office. The light snoring still echoed faint and her heart tightened.
    He obviously didn’t care if I came home or not. Fine. Maybe he will care what I’ve done to his precious oldest child.
    Her body and soul ached as she stepped in her room and locked the door. Stella was no longer her sister maybe in name and by genetics but not in her heart and if for some strange reason, Georgina was behind the disappearance of her frog, she would punish her too. After putting her scissors back in her desk drawer, she faced the empty glass castle. Sorrow consumed her body and tears flooded down her cheeks in hot burning tracks.  A big empty hole infiltrated her body where her heart had been and she slowly made her way to the bathroom to take out her contacts. The task would not be a simple one since she was still getting used to them and she couldn’t stop crying.
    Will I ever stop crying?
    Part of her wondered if she would heal from this loss. She didn’t really think so as she struggled with removing the plastic lens from her eyes.
    What have I done? Why did I leave him?
    The process of getting undressed and changing into her pajamas didn’t even faze her. She went through the emotions as every feeling in her body shut down and coldness overtook her with an assaulting shiver.
    She threw her body onto the bed and buried her face in her pillow. Life wasn’t going to be the same without her little froggy friend. She already longed for Luc and highly doubted she would ever recover.
    I’ll always love you Luc and never forget you.
    A sob broke against her pillow and instead of the words being a promise in memory; she knew she had just cursed her own soul.
     
    Luciano stared at the palace as the limousine slowed to a stop in front of his boyhood home and where he’d lived until his fateful trip to America. The gray clouds that hung above his head did nothing to comfort the ache in his heart. He had wanted to leave a note to Chloe but Albert had said it was best with nothing said, however when he had left the suit store and had seen