COLD

Chapter 6 I want to marry Reagan.

Stella rubbed her forehead which had bumped into him. She quickly bent down to pick up the shopping bag and it's scattered contents, waiting to hear harsh scolding from him but instead he bent down and helped her pick them.

Reagan at first didn't know what he was doing but when he saw her staring at him, he stood up and cleared his throat before walking away.

" Thanks!" Stella shouted.
Reagan turned and looked at her, he nodded his head and continued walking.

Stella picked up the shopping bag and then ran to look for the room number Mira sent her.

She found the room number and went in. Mira and Charlie were sitting on one side while the other side was empty, obviously for her.

Stella walked in and took her seat. " Hope I didn't make you guys wait for long."

" No, it's okay." Mira said then handed her the menu.
Stella picked noodles and pasta. That was what she liked eating the most.

Different types of noodles and pasta were served on the table. Stella's eyes lit up, deciding which one to eat first.

Her appetite had recently increased for some reasons she didn't know.

She picked up her cutleries and started eating. Night was fast approaching.

Stella looked at her wallpaper and saw the date on her phone. It was April 16th and on the 17th was those two good for nothing stepsister's birthday.

She wished for good things to happen to them in her mind but deep down in her heart she knew she wasn't wishing them well at all.

Stella sighed and continued eating. She couldn't help but remember the type of life she lived in the Brooks family.

Since she was born, her birthday had never been celebrated. Banquets were always held every year for Sophia and Sophie but hers was different.

When her mom was alive, she would secretly cook her favorite dishes for her. But after she died, there was no more favorite dishes.

A tear dropped from her eyes but she quickly cleaned it before Mira saw it. Her only protection had already gone to the spirit world. She was alone, unsecured and emotionally unstable.

No shoulder to cry on, no comforting words to calm her down and no body had truly loved her.

Her mum was the last string holding her, and after her mum died, she fell into a bottomless pit.

Stella blamed herself for ever falling in love with Clinton. If she had never met him, maybe she wouldn't have been thrown into the streets by her own father.

Stella was quite all through the journey home. Not that she didn't want to talk, but what would she say.

Charlie was the one driving, Mira sat beside him while I sat at the back, trying to escape from the thinking world. I didn't want to think about all these things anymore.

When we reached the apartment, I wisely came down first and went inside, not wanting to be a third wheel because I knew they were going to give each other goodbye kisses and hugs so I wisely came down as to not make the atmosphere weird.

I want into the bathroom immediately after I entered my room. Coming out with my light blue night gown, I jumped on the bed and kept my self busy with my phone before eventually falling asleep.

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In the sixty fifth floor, the bright lights were already turned on.

Reagan's cold eyes were focused on the documents, not showing any signs of tiredness or fatigue.