Missing Pieces

Chapter 5 : Hurt

~Lucian~

After Reid left last night I really wasn't in the mood to party so around an hour later I kicked everyone out. Atticus stayed of course. Just like he always does. I think my favorite part of the night though is when my phone lit up from a notification from Reid. 

She was yelling at me about a couple of videos of me spilling the drinks on her. I was smirking the whole time because her being angry now was kinda hot. 

What? No it isn't... Who said that? 

And now I am crazy for arguing with myself in my head. That devil on my shoulder is starting to get really bold now. 

After the party I also sent that girl that I was going to hook up with home because I really wasn't in the mood. Especially after seeing her compared to Reid. 

Okay. I really need to stop. 

I have spent all day in my bed thinking about the party last night. I mean sure I didn't go to sleep until like three thirty this morning because I was cleaning up from the party, and yea that might mean that I slept until around twelve forty-five but I still wasted the whole day just laying here in my white tank top and grey sweats thinking about the party from last night and the people that were at it. 

All I really managed to do was get a shower. I didn't even style my hair or dry it or anything. I got to distracted thinking about the party and just shook it out now resulting in my hair to be all fluffy and wavy which I hated.

I am pulled out of my thoughts by Atticus who is yelling at me because someone is pounding on the door and it is starting to annoy him but since it is my house I have to be the one to answer it. 

I sigh and get out of bed heading down the stairs to see who it is at the door. 

I open the door and I am completely shocked by what I see. 

Outside my door is a completely distraught Stella. She is wearing an old T shirt and black Nike sweats.

She is covered in blood and is crying her eyes out. Her wrist looks broken. What happened?

"I can't go to Mena's. She is still with her boyfriend. You're the only other person that came to mind." is the first thing she says through her broken sobs.

My heart breaks seeing her like this.

"What happened?!" I yell in an overprotective tone and she jumps

Did somebody do this to her?

I lightly grab her not so injured arm and pull her into my house and shut the door behind her.

I take her to the bathroom and set her on the counter then turn and get the first aid kit out of the linen closet.

She has kind of stopped crying now but she is looking down at her lap. Maybe she will talk to me now.

"I'm not going to force you to talk but after I clean these up I am going to have to take you to the hospital" I say

She sniffles and nods. God she is so pale. She looks like she is either going to get sick or pass out from the loss of blood.

"I'm sorry, this is the only place that I knew to go" she apologized.

"Why didn't you just go home?" I asked

She looked to me and then back down to her lap.

"Because this happened at home" she says in almost a whisper.

"Your mom did this to you?!" I asked receiving a nod in response

"How long has this been going on?" I ask another question.