Stella was shipped off to a boarding school for troubled kids after her foster parents died. For the next seven years, that is where she's been, but she's back, and things are not the same as they were before.
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Dimitri's POV
The dim glow of the screen cast a blue light across the room as I focused on the virtual battleground unfolding on my PS4. The clattering of buttons echoed through the room, accompanied by the chaos of gunfire and explosions. My fingers danced with precision. The headset clung to my ears, immersing me in the vivid soundscape of the game.
As the minutes melted away into the virtual war, a gradual realization tugged at me – it had grown quite dark outside. The clock on the wall read 6:18, and a sense of unease began to settle in the pit of my stomach.
I shut down the game, the abrupt silence in the room intensifying the unease. My fingers fumbled with the headset as I reached for my phone. Dialing my dad's number, my heart practically mimicked the curated soundtrack of a horror movie.
The phone rang and rang, and with each passing second, my anxiety intensified. A voice finally answered.
"Hello?" But it wasn't my dads.
"Hello?"
"Who am I specking to?"
"Dimitrius Presley?"
"Are you by any chance related to Tyler Presley?"
"Yeah, he's my dad, why? Who are you?"
"I'm a nurse at MedStar Washington Hospital Center."
"What?" I mumbled under my breath. The nurse on the other end delivered news that sent a shockwave through my body.
"Your parents and younger sister were admitted to the emergency room at after a car accident." The world around me blurred as I ran down the stairs, calling out for Oliver and Scott. My hands trembling as I grabbed my car keys.
"Oliver, Scott, we need to go now! Oliver emerged from the kitchen, confusion etched across his face.
"Why are you yelling? And where are we going?" Oliver asked.
"Mom and dad are in the hospital."
"What about Stella?" I heard Scott say from the basement door. Conveniently, she slipped my mind.
"Y yeah, she's there too." They both followed without anymore questions, as I sprinted to the car. The engine roared to life, and the tires screeched against the pavement as we sped off. Oliver, clutching his seat in silent dread, struggled to get through to Jackson the phone pressed against his ear.
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The hospital loomed and my chest tightened with each passing moment. Sliding the car to a stop in front of the entrance, Oliver, Scott and I rushed through the sliding doors and to the front desk.
"Excuse me," I said out of breath. " M my family, my parents are they here?" I blurted out to the startled receptionist.
She looked up from her paperwork, taken aback. "I... I'll check for you. Names?"
