B&HB: Don't choose any of them
From Create Your Own Story
"I'm sorry, girls, but I'm just not interested right now." you say and quickly make your way back into the house before they can push the subject further.
As the days go by, you keep yourself busy with chores, while your sisters have fun and flirt with as many men as they can. With Father out of the house, they often bring some home. It keeps you up at night, and you've sometimes found your hand moving to less than decent places between your legs. It makes you feel dirty and ashamed of yourself. But you can't deny that it does feel really good. You've thought about taking your sisters up on their offer to introduce you to those men, but you tell yourself you aren't ready yet.
One day, about a week after Father left on his trip, a parcel comes in the mail. "Grace, Melodie!" you call, "A parcel from Papa!"
Your sisters rush downstairs, half dressed, and you open it. There's a letter on top, and you read it aloud, "Forgive me, my daughters, but it appears the ship carrying my big sale has all been destroyed from a freak storm. Without this sale, I regret to inform you that my business is finished. I cannot afford Grace's necklace, nor Melodie's earrings. I'm so sorry. I'll be returning home soon, and I pray that you'll forgive me."
"Papa..." you quietly weep.
"His business is finished?" Grace quietly asks in disbelief.
"What's going to happen to us?" Melodie adds.
You silently wipe away a few tears, realizing this might break your father. But it's then you notice something else in the parcel. You open it to find the single most beautiful red rose you've ever seen. This makes you break down into tears, as you clench the beautiful rose to your chest.
"Of course Belle gets what she asked for." Grace says as she crosses her arms.
"Shut up!" you cry, and rush to your room, slamming the door shut behind you.
A few days later, Father returns, a broken husk of what he once was. It breaks your heart. But there's something else. Something more than just the loss of his business. He's afraid. Of what, you don't know.
"Papa, what's wrong?" you ask, as you take his coat and pull out a chair for him.
He smiles sadly at you, and holds your cheek. "Belle. Have I ever told you, you look so much like your mother."
Something is clearly wrong, and you repeat your question, "Please, Papa, tell me what's wrong."
But again, he dodges the question. "Where are Grace and Melodie?"
"They panicked after reading your message, and haven't been home since. Probably went out to find husbands."
"Good." your father says. "You need to find one as well."
"But, Papa..."
"No!" Father angerly cuts you off, frightening you. "Listen, Belle, I'm not going to be around forever, and I want you taken care of. Do you understand me?"
This is strange. Father has never once talked about dying before, and anxiety fills you like never before.
