Stella's troubles

Worthless

Stella's POV:

           Stellas held her legs to her chest, she sobbed into her arms. How could he do this to me' she thought over her own tears. 'Doesn't he know how this makes me feel?' She asked herself but she already knew the answer. Mascara dripped down her white feathers along with tears leaving black and gray smudge marks. Worthless, that's what she felt like. Her husband would rather sleep with the lowest life form in Hell than with her, that meant she was worthless. She hasn't felt like this since her parents yelled at her and locked her in her room as a child.
They told her if she wasn't a perfect princess she was nothing. Stella lifted her head and looked around at the trashed room. She placed her head on her knees and spotted a shattered picture frame with a family photo in it. She stood up and carefully moved the small pieces of glass and took the photo and moved to the edge of the bed. In it she held Octavia in her arms as she cheered, smiling at her and her father. If only she knew that her parents were always bickering and having small fights. Small tears streamed down her face, she was always busy with work or fighting with Stolas to spend a lot of time with her.
But when she was younger, Stella would play with Octavia and spend the whole day together laughing and joking around. Now that only seems like a faded memory. Then she looked at Stolas in the picture, he wasn't smiling like her and her daughter. He looked lost, anger boiled up in Stella, her grip tighter on the photo. She ripped Stolas out of the photo so only her and Octavia remained.
She opened her nightstand draw and pulled out a small knife. It was engraved with symbols and blue and turquoise gems. Stella gripped the knife and slammed it down on the torn piece of the photo with Stolas on it. "I'll get you Stolas, know matter who I have to go through to do it"