This is my entry for the Once Upon A Time Flash Fiction contest that is held here by @ruanna3 and @sjiholliday.

Twisted Cinderella

Tina was tired of being hated. It wasn’t always like that, when she was a girl she was cossetted by both her parents and there was so much love in the house it amazed Tina that the seams didn’t split. That is, until her mother died in childbirth. They said her brother was still born. Her Momma died three days later, some said of a broken heart. Then Papa remarried to an evil harridan. Tina wasn’t allowed to call her that; however, it was always “Madam.”

The Harridan came with three kids of her own, as she had been widowed for many years. She had two of the most selfish girls possible and a horrid son. Fortunately the son had established his own house after being at school for many years, so Tina didn’t have to deal with him often. He made her extremely leery when he did come around, he had a gleam in his eyes that made Tina want to crawl into the nearest corner and hide.

She spent years as a servant to them. At first her Papa would take some of the burden off, make sure she was well fed and had decent clothes. But eventually even that stopped as Papa got more comfortable with having an unpaid servant around. She had enough of being kicked around like a dog, having the fact that she was half-fae shoved into her face like it was an insult and having nothing but rags to clothe her blooming body. So she started slipping arsenic into their morning and afternoon tea. Small amounts at first, but as time went on larger and larger amounts. Being half-fae worked in her favor, as she used what magic she knew to ensure that no trace remained on her hands or on the tea set.

Finally the glorious day came. She went upstairs to Papa and the Harridan’s bedroom to wake them as she always did, and they were dead. Faking a scream, she dropped the tea to the floor and ran into the girls’ rooms. They were also dead. She had done it.