Left Me There

Chaptre Un - Prologue

Prologue

November 1st 2005.

I woke up to the sound of peace for the first time in a while this morning. I guess it was because dad spent the night in a hotel. I stumbled out of bed and threw my hoodie on. The Doncaster weather was freezing. I walked downstairs to see my mother, my usually so beautiful mother in hysterics. Everyone said I had my mums beauty. Today was my second day of being 10, but today was also the day that my parents' divorce was official. I chose to ignore my mum and as usual, my mum did not acknowledge my presence. I had always been a daddy's little princess. My big brother, Riley had been stabbed 3 years ago, although I was young when it happened I clearly remembered the place he died, my mum loved Riley so much more than she loved me. Riley had died protecting me, and my mum blamed me for his death.

A knock on the door, caused me to jump. I carefully walked around the bits of broken glass and made my way to the door. I grabbed the stool from the cupboard next to the door and put it down. I peeked through the peep-hole and saw my dad, wearing jeans and a polo. He looked distraught but you could see hatred in his eyes. I missed the old him, the one that made me laugh and treated me like a princess. I moved the stool away and unlocked the door, letting him in.

He looked at my mum and exchanged a silent conversation from afar. My mum shakily stood up and put a red cardigan on. My dad looked at me, "We'll be back in about an hour, we're just going to get the papers finalised."

I could feel the salty drops of misery form in my eyes but I turned around and simply nodded.

I ran up the stairs not wanting my parents to see me cry. I stopped at the top of the stairs and looked down. I heard the front door open, then close. Signalling my parents had left the house. I ran into my parents' room and fumbled around till I found the old photo album of all my parents' special moments and all the family's too. If my mum saw this she would throw it away. In here was the only photo we had of all my family. Riley was my protector, always there for me. He was 12 when he died, he loved me, and I loved him. I turned the pages until I reached my desired destination a photo of me and my old best friend. Harry. He left me last year, he left without a word, one month later he texted me and said he hated me. I love him, in fact I still loved him. Harry was there from the moment Riley died, he was my very own Riley that was the same age as me. I carried the photo album to my room and carefully placed it in my backpack. Then, I slept.

Three hours later, I was woken by the home phone ringing, on the screen in read. Dad. I picked it up.

"Hey-" I greeted, I was cut off by a stern female voice.

"What is your relation to this number?" She asked

"He's my dad" I whispered.

"I'm very sorry, but your dad and who I am assuming is your mum have been involved in a tragic car accident, neither has survived."

In the distance I heard sirens approaching. It took a while for me to understand what had happened.

I hung up on the lady and whispered, "Car. Smash. Mum. Dad. Die"

Tears started falling down my cheeks. No, Stella does not cry.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I moved the stool back and looked in the peep hole once again. On the other end of the door were three police officers. I hesitantly opened the door.

The man at the front asked me, "Hi, are you Stella Tomlinson-Phelps?"

I nodded my head.

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Hey again! This is a repost, I originally deleted this story for precautions, and private reasons, but batman is back! Nananananananananana:P

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