Taking Out A Player

Chapter 29

Stella POV:

I went to Stephanie room. I needed to know what was going on with her and the other girls yesterday. I could tell they all didn't like her in the change in their mood, and it had me worried. None of them didn't know her or at least that what I thought when I decided on introducing Stephanie to them in the hopes that she'll finally make good friends. That wasn't the case at all.

I knock on Stephanie's door and waited for her to answer it. She open the door.

She had a huge smile on her face. "Hey auntie," she said cheerfully.

"Hello niece," I said while giving her a hug.

She hugged me tightly before letting me in her room. I sat down in the chair. I saw a dress hanging against the closet door. She looked at me and follow in my sight. "Oh. You see my dress," she said.

I nodded. "You're wearing that to the masquerade tonight?"

"Yup," she said while smiling. "What brings you over, auntie?"

I sighed. "I want to know what was going on between you and the other girls last night." I could tell that something wasn't right there.

She shook her head. "Nothing. It was just awkward for all of us to see each other especially since we all had dated Jack before."

I gasp. I didn't know that all those girls had dated the same guy as Stephanie. They seem like they got along so well around each other. I guess that they all got together because they all knew the same person. I'm proud that they chose to be friends instead of fighting each other over a guy. Though, that still doesn't explain why they acted strange around Stephanie. I knew there was something she wasn't telling me.

"But they get along great," I said. "It doesn't tell why they act differently around you."

She shrugged. "I don't know. You know I have bad first impressions."

I studied her for a minute before I motion her to sit in the bed in front of me. "Listen Stephanie. I know that it's hard for you to befriend people especially with the childhood you had. With your mother's depression and your father having schizophrenia, I know that you have witness a lot as a child."

Her mother was my sister. We been inseparable until she had married Stephanie's father. I didn't know that he had schizophrenia. I found out when I stopped by their house and saw him choking my sister while she was pregnant with Stephanie. I beg my sister to leave him, but she say that he would get better. About twelve years later, my sister went into deep depression, and her husband's condition gotten worse. I asked them for Stephanie to come live with me until they got themselves together, but they refused. My sister was four months pregnant with a boy when she had killed herself. Stephanie and her father disappear for a while until Stephanie had reach out to me again. She was eighteen when she had moved with me. She said that she couldn't stay with her dad anymore. Who knows what she had been through with him. Later on we find out that she had a mental disorder. We been constantly checking on her condition. I finally let her live in her own house after so long.

I shook my head at the thought.

Stephanie gave me a smile. "It's alright. I been doing better lately. I haven't had to take my meds as much as I had to."

My eyes widen. Stephanie wasn't taking her meds. "What do you mean that you haven't been taking your meditation? You have to take them everyday like you suppose to."

She giggled. "Oh auntie. The doctor said that it was okay."

I frown a little. When did this happen? Her doctor usually call me to inform me about Stephanie's condition and the changes in her prescription. I wonder why he hasn't this time. I guess her condition was getting better and that it wasn't serious enough for me to know. Just in case, Ima call her doctor. I smiled at her. "Ok niece. Are you excited about tonight?"