Stella (Book One of Dark Souls Series)

Polenta

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portico- covered shelter at the entrance of a building.
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I stood outside of the house.

Daniel resided in a cute, suburban neighborhood. I could tell that the neighbors baked each other cookies and held cute meetings. There, they would discuss the next bake sale.

There were two cars parked in the driveway. I could only hope that Eva was inside. It was after three o'clock, so I imagined school was out.

I received numerous texts from Adonis asking me my whereabouts. I had responded to none of the messages. I would take his wrath when I was done pouring my own on Daniel.

Once I had the spirit to make it to the porch, I froze.

What if Eva did not recognize me? She had been taken from me before her little mind could create memories.

What if Daniel's wife was her only memory of motherly love?

You're self-destructing.

My finger froze on the doorbell when I heard a voice.

"Are you looking for Maria?" an elderly voice asked me. I looked to my right to see an old, white lady sitting on her porch. Her white hair was curly and her green eyes twinkled.

I shook my head. "I am looking for Daniel," I said.

She beamed. "I love your accent," she complimented me. "Are you Italian?"

Americans.

I nodded and gave her a polite smile. "Yes ma'am."

"So, you have heard about the concentration camps they have been putting your people in?" she asked me.

My people.

I blinked. "I have, but I really must speak to Dan-"

The front door swung open as I spoke his name.

I froze in my spot as I looked at him.

He wore khaki pants and a grey sweater. He had grey dress shoes to match the sweater. His brown hair was in a man bun and his green eyes held curiosity.

Every torturing memory came back to me.

Those green eyes once looked at me with pure hatred and lust at the same time.

Those green eyes once looked at me with the love of a million stars.

Memories of me laughing at him as I washed his hair came back.

Moments, where we made out under the bleachers, flooded my mind.

Listening to him yell at me and punch the wall as those angry eyes narrowed in anger.

Cheering him on at every football game, cooking him celebratory bolognese, and meeting his parents were the memories that came back.

There were more good memories than bad. Nothing went downhill until senior summer.

He started getting aggressive once he got drafted. He got a big head and thought the world was his oyster. He wanted to make me into his "Italian dream." I was going to be his football wife. We wanted two different things. To punish me for not wanting to live his dream, he raped me and left me in a mess.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Estella Macáno, what the fuck are you doing?"

Fuck.

Pinch. Me.

Fuck.

Author's Note:

I agree. These last two chapters could have been put together. For some reason, I read the last few lines of every chapter in a Netflix narrator type of voice. That way, I'll believe that my shitty writing is an extraordinarily good cliffhanger. That may not be the case. I promise the next two chapters will be longer.

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(Prewritten December 25, 2021)-This chapter took less than thirty minutes to write. You should be able to tell because out of 600 words, there are seventeen mistakes.

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~NICOLEGARDNER