When a girl with a terrible past ends up reliving it a second time, how will she make this time different?
Stella Baldwin is an average 17 year old girl, nice friends, nice family, shes all around awesome. But there's a catch.
When she was 13, she...
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That is the British friend btw. His name is Douglas Booth.Enjoy!
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"Hey mate." The British man says.
Logan goes to the man for a friendly bro hug, which seemed kind of awkward to me because after that they did this long hand shake.....creepy.
"Hello. You must be Stella." He extends a hand toward me which I reluctantly shake. "So good to see you without that blindfold on." Oh right. He was there. "I'm Blake." Outside the door, a brunette girl with long curly hair tied in two. She's wearing two yellow ribbons in her hair, a pink chiffon shirt on, tucked in her short, pale yellow skirt. She has on what looks to be 4 inch heels, and has a stuffed brown bear in her hands. What is she, 5? "This little lady right here is Aubrey." The girl waves her hand shyly and looks to the floor. "Why dont you two go to Logan's room and have some girl talk." He smiles widely. I look over to Logan, and he nods the okay, and i tell the girl to follow me.
When we get in there, she throws her stuffed bear down on the floor, and begins to take off her heels.
"So, Aubrey. Not to put off a mean first impression or anything, but why are you dressed like that exactly?" I ask in the nicest way possible. Aubrey lets out a light laugh.
"Logan didnt tell you that I'm Blake's little?" She asks.
"Yeah he did, if only I knew what that was." I try to think of anything that can associate the way she's dressed with the word 'little'. Nothing.
"A few months ago, Blake kidnapped me. I was in your position. Only Blake wanted me as his little. A little, is like....." She pauses trying to think of what to say I presume. "I'm dressed like this because Blake doesn't want me to grow up basically. At home, I either crawl around the house like a freaking toddler, or be carried around by him. It sucks. But, thats not all. Its like he wants me to become a little girl again. I have a room in the house. It's decorated for a five year old. Pink everywhere, toys, baby dolls, stuff like that. When I'm misbehaving he puts me in the crib in that room, and tells me not to get out unless I want bad things to happen. But the bright side of it all is the fact that he can throw it down in the bedroom. I can't call him Blake at all. I call him Daddy. It was weird at first, but now I just roll with it." She explains without interruptions from me. It seriously was a lot to take in in that short span of knowing her.
"So, do you like being a little?"
"I guess. I get whatever I want. He treats me like a princess."She smiles at the end of her sentence, and I can't help but feel both happy and sympathetic. Yeah, she's happy now. But, what if she was never kidnapped. She would have been living an even better life I hope. She could have been successful, not having to depend on him for things.
"Have you ever tried escaping?" Her eyes widen at this. She swallows uncomfortably, and shakes her head no. "Something wrong?" She shakes her head no again. Weird. "Okay, so why all did you throw your stuffed bear on the floor like a maniac? Don't you like it?" I pick up the plush animal, and look deep into it's dark, black eyes. You demon.
"I only at like a little when he's around. Other than that, I do what I please." She flips her ponytails. "Now, enough about me. Tell me about Mr. Logan out there."
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Logan's P.O.V
"You and Stella been getting along lately, yeah?" He asks, as he takes a long swig from the beer bottle.
"Eh, she hasn't really adjusted yet, but I'm making progress. I didnt tie her up last night, and she didnt try to run free or anything like that." I smile at mention of the fact that she didn't run.
"Good." He smiles. "So, you gonna make her a little too? he questions, narrowing his eyes at me.
"No, that's your thing." I shrug it off. I've never really been into that kind of thing."
"You like her?" That question booms out of nowhere.
"I just got her two days ago." I remark. He doesn't seem to be buying it though.
"It doesn't take a century to find out if you like a person mate." I drags. "But I can tell you like her. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out." He smirks slyly at me.
"Whatever, okay. Enough about me. What's up with you and Aubrey Little over there?" I asks. His eyes show a hint of amusement at the mention of her name, which makes me happy for my friend.
"We're good. But, my stupid step-father took my name off of the house, so I got no where else to go."
"But, weren't you and Aubrey living there. Wouldn't that technically mean that that's your house?" I try to make sense of the situation. Blake's step dad always hated him because he felt like Blake was the cause of his mother's death. He ran away that night, and his mom went out looking for him. It was raining that day, so the roads were slippery, and the windshield was blurry. There was a truck coming toward her and somehow, she lost control of the car, and hit the truck. She died on impact. He has held himself accountable many times, and to this day a part of him still feels like he caused it.
"Yeah, but I reckon he knows someone in that department, and put his name on instead. Little fucker." Blake grumbles the last part to himself, but not low enough for me not to hear.
"You can stay with us if you want...."I trail off. He looks at me suspiciously, and throws his head back on to the couch.
"I've got Aubrey." He includes. "Won't we be a burden?"
"Dude, you're like my brother. What's mine is yours." I say, hoping to ease the tension he was feeling at the moment. "Except for when it comes to girls. Hands off buddy." I playfully punch his shoulder.
"Guess, I'm moving in then." He says more to himself than anything.
"Welcome home brother." I pat him on the back." Now you just need to find a way to tell Aubrey."
His facial expression quickly changed to one of nervousness because he knew that Audrey had grown fond of the house. "I'm sure she'd be happy to be living here with another girl if its any help."
"Hopefully." He says taking a swig of his beer.
"Well, Im gonna tell Stella so....feel free to come with.. to you know." I nudge his shoulder. I got up placed my beer on the counter, adjusted my clothes and proceeded to the room. Approaching the room I heard giggling. I placed my ear closer to the door to make out their words s bit better.
"So you like him." I heard Aubrey say.
"Hell no. I dont know. He kidnapped me, and for a reason that he wont tell me about. I mean I know he wants to trust me and I want him to. I cant be living in fear of him coming to kill me one day. But he was so nice these few days and i hate him for it. Im supposed to have a easy time hating him but hes making that hard. He attempted to make breakfast." She finishes with an exasperated sigh.
"Wait. What??!!" Aubrey shouts and goes off into a fit of giggles. "Thats so cute"
"Hey girls. Um... well Stella, Aubrey is your new roomate."
