Stella Starlet

Glass

I opened my eyes. I was confused, dazed. The light was too strong and I shut my eyes quickly, blocking it out. A throbbing headache dizzied me and nausea resided in my stomach like an unwanted guest.

"Stella?" I heard a soft voice. 

I didn't want to open my eyes. That's why I did what I did, to not have to see the sunlight again. But here I was, awake.

You can't do anything right, can you?  My mind taunted me with self hatred and anger, I had yet again failed a suicide attempt. 

I looked around for the culprit, the one who found me and got help. I was expecting to see an angry Enzo, but instead a head of platinum hair and crystalline blue eyes.

"Carlisle?" I asked. What was he doing here?

"Yes, I'm right here." He stoked my hair back away from my face. 

"Why are you here? Wait, am I dead?" I questioned, looking around the room. 

He chuckled. "No, you're not dead. I was knocking on your door and you weren't answering but I knew you were here so I picked the lock," he replied as if it were no big deal.

"You fucking broke into my house?" I exclaimed, irritation clear in my voice. 

"Calm down, Stella. Yes, I did. You wanna know why?" His voice went deeper, quieter, threatening me not to oppose him. His hand held my chin in place to look at him. "Because you're mine. No discussion." 

I didn't have the energy to fight. The sunset projected a marigold glow onto the walls and I thought of how beautiful it looked. I never thought about if I would miss the beauty of the simple things like sunsets, snowflakes, and summer breezes.

"Did-" I paused, debating whether I really wanted to know the answer. "Did Enzo ever come here?"

He shook his head, apology in his eyes. I sighed, I should've known he was busy with work and his wife. "Stella, you have to stop doing this. You have to stop giving yourself to Enzo and not even getting commitment back. You have to stop taking so many drugs and you have to stop trying to kill yourself. Don't you one day want to get married, have kids, live in your dream house, wherever your dream country is?"

I thought for a moment. I did, I really really did want all of those things. I wanted little Stella's running around the place and a husband that really did love me. I nodded slowly. 

"Enzo won't give you that. You damn well know he's a player and can never be faithful."

"You're not faithful," I replied, no malice in my voice just curiosity.

He chuckled. "I know, darling. I honestly don't know why we haven't filed for divorce even though we spoke and said that's what we both wanted.

"Why are you even telling me this?" I asked, confused.

"Stell, give me a chance. For Christ's sake." He pulled at his hair, trying to get the words out. "I would be here for you before you even thought of trying to do this." He gestured to me, lying on the bed, hooked up to a machine.

I leaned up a gestured for Carlisle to sit on the bed. "Carlisle, I swear to God if you break my heart, I'll send you straight to hell."

He grinned and nodded, laughing. "We have a deal."

He then pulled up the covers and climbed underneath them. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked, laughing.

"Laying down." We were on opposite sides of the bed, I wondered if I should stay where I was or cuddle up next to him. 

I slid over slowly, nervous if he would reject me. But when I got next to him, he wrapped his arm around me. "I'm sorry you're sad," he voiced. "But please don't do this again. You're worth too much."

I looked over to him and he did the same, we stared into each others eyes. I smiled softly and buried my head into his chest, falling asleep.

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Carlisle's Point of View

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The sadness that still shone through in Stella's eyes made me pity her. She was too young, too fragile to feel this sad. 

As I stroked her hair, her breathing became steady as she fell into slumber. I closed my eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep, surrounded by the warmth Stella gave off.

While I was asleep, I didn't hear the footsteps come up the staircase towards the bedroom. Then the door opened.

"What the fuck?" Exclaimed a loud voice.

Stella opened her eyes, startled, as did I. We looked over and saw a fuming Enzo standing in the doorway.

I smiled just to make him angrier as I leaned back against the headboard and folded my arms behind my head. "Enzo, fancy seeing you here."

"Stella, what the hell is he doing here?" He yelled, stepping closer to Stella. If he kept on advancing, I would throw a punch, maybe fire a bullet.

"Enzo, what the hell are you mad about? You never freak out when I'm with a guy."

"It's him," he sneered. "You aren't supposed to be fucking Carlisle."

Stella eyes flared with burning anger. "Who said anything about that? Who the fuck do you think you are?" She yelled.

I looked to Stella. She looked beautiful, ethereal almost, when angry. My Stella, I thought.

She got out of the bed, stumbling a little with weakness but got up and walked over to him. "You don't own me, Enzo. You don't even give me any commitment."

"Where the fuck is this coming from? Commitment bullshit? You've never once brought that up so I don't understand why now it's the biggest damn deal in the whole world for you!"

Stella got in his face. "Carlisle helped me see that you don't deserve me. Fuck you, Enzo."

What happened next made me spring from the bed, gently pushing Stella behind me as I got in-between them. Enzo backhanded Stella's cheek.

As my fist launched into his nose, Enzo stumbled backwards knocking into the wall, sending picture frames to floor, shattering the glass like crystals.

Enzo got up, blood oozing from his nose and wiped it with his suit sleeve. 

"You're such a slut, Stella. Take her, Carlisle. I don't care. Nothing but a good fuck anyway." Enzo gritted his teeth as he walked out.

I turned around as the front door slammed shut, rattling the home. Stella was standing there, tears streaming down her face. She looked absolutely and utterly broken.

My arms encased her in a tight hug. Her knees buckled as her sobs grew louder. We fell to the floor, I didn't let go of her just pulled her closer. 

There we sat on the floor, one broken girl in the arms of a despicable man, surrounded by a sea of shattered glass.