Stella's Story

Chapter 8

   Well I got an earful from my mom and dad when I got back home. Needless to say that they were not happy with me being gone for so long, especially up to the nicer side of town which was not told. They asked where I had gotten all the scraps, cuts and bruises from, I simply told them that I had tripped and fallen, which they willingly believed.

   Now I was sitting in my room staring at my closet, trying to see if there is anything I could wear. I sighed and went to dig through my closet finally finding just a plain white t-shirt with a flower design on the hem of it, a pair of pants that could be more qualified as capri's, some would say.

   By some I mean Maddie and Parker.

   It's been a while since I've actually had a conversation with them. I kind of miss having them around, it would make everything easier in a way.

  
They betrayed you though.

   They didn't tell me about my brother leaving yes, but that doesn't mean they betrayed me.

   Oh really? Why's that.

   Because they're my best friends, they're only looking out for me. They didn't want me to get hurt. Right?

   Wrong. If they were your true friends they would've told you as soon as they found out. Did they? No. Instead you had to learn through a letter. They knew about it for days and didn't even bother thinking about telling you. So tell me again, who betrayed you? Who didn't want you to get hurt? Who was just looking out for you? Because it certainly was not them.

I groaned and left my room to go to the kitchen, only to find my mom, dad and a stranger, sitting around the table. I cleared my throat to catch their attentions, when I got it all three heads turned my way. I finally got a glimpse of what the stranger looked like, which was familiar.

He had red ashy hair that went great with his bright green eyes. He looked to be about my age, maybe a year or two older. He had muscles like I've never seen before and was about 6'3" it looked like. He stood up and walked over to me and stopped just in front of me.

"Hi," he held his hand out for to shake, which I refused and in turn got a glare from my mom, "I'm Ash." He smiled at me and I giggled a little.

"Ash? What kind of name is that?" I asked as politely as I could, which didn't sound like it at all.

He shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes as well, as if he was annoyed with the name too. "Don't know, my great grandparents wanted my mom and dad to name me Ash after some tv show. Something that had to do with little creatures that live in small balls. Weird I know." He told me.

   "I'm Stella, but most people call me Stels. I hate to sound rude or anything, but what are you doing here?" I ask him.

   He was about to say something when my dad cut him off.

   "Stella. We think it would be a good idea for you to, take some time away. Have a vacation in a sort of way. After everything that happened with your brother-" I cut him off and sent him a glare that he returned.

   "Don't you dare say anything about him. You know just as much as I do that you don't care. You never did and most likely never will. This "vacation" that you have planned too, I know that it's just a way to get rid of me for awhile." I told him, trying to keep the rest of my cool.