Stella Starlet

Brought To My Knees

Carlisle's Point of View

-

My family called me the most sadistic torturer they had ever seen. 

Right now, I wanted to make this man suffer.

He had basically slit Stella's throat and he was not going to get away with it. 

My two brothers, Cristiano and Angelo stood in the room observing. 

"You came to avenge Stefano?" Cristiano asked as he took a sip of his liquor. 

He spat blood, after getting punched and kicked for a good hour or so. "The Rossi's are coming for you."

"You understand what I am going to do to you?" I asked calmly. "You hurt Stella, I will hurt you."

"Fuck you."

I held my hand out to Cristiano. "Give me a pushpin."

Cristiano chuckled and Angelo rolled his eyes. They both put a hand on the man's shoulder and held him to the chair. 

I ripped off a piece of duct tape and slabbed it over his mouth. His hands were bound behind him and his legs to the chair.

I leaned forward and gave a wolfish grin. I then took the pushpin and held it in his view. 

"This will hurt." I chuckled.

I then pressed the pushpin at his left eyeball. His muffled screaming began and he struggled.

I then pushed the pin slowly into his cornea. 

"That's disgusting," Angelo remarked with a grim facial expression. 

I then pulled the pushpin out and grinned at the man who was dramatically struggling in his binds. 

Without warning, I then stuck the pushpin again into his eye, his muffled screams becoming louder.

"Hand me some of that acid," I demanded to Cristiano. 

"For fuck's sake Carlisle, just shoot the bastard," Angelo said.

"If you open your mouth again, it'll be you who will get fucking shot."

Cristiano handed me the small vial and I grabbed a dropper. 

I held the dropped over his eyes menacingly, his struggling becoming rapid.

"If it'll please you Angelo, I'll kill him after this."

I then grinned as I dropped some acid in his eye.

He screamed in pain. 

"Finish him Cristiano. I'm going to see Stella."

I took off my leather gloves and walked out, towards the estate. 

Stella was being treated by a doctor and he said that she would be fine. 

I just hated myself for the fact that she was getting hurt over being with me. 

I was a selfish man. A sick, selfish fucking man. I needed her. I couldn't let her go even though that was what I should have done. 

I went to our bedroom where Stella was hooked up to different monitors that made soft beeping sounds that echoed off the walls.

A long, curving cut was on her neck, one that was stitched up by about forty stitches.

I kissed her forehead and laid next to her.

The love of my life lay next to me, unconscious and hurt. 

I laid away the whole night, not falling into the arms of sleep once.

-

"Carlisle?" I heard Stella croak weakly as she finally awoke.

"Yes?" I turned on my side, looking at her.

The sun was finally rising and its watercolor light was peeking into the room. 

"What happened?" She leaned up weakly and leaned against the headboard.

"Crazy-psycho-pants attacked you at the party. Sliced your neck open."

I gently took her hand in mine and gave it a squeeze.

"Oh shit, do I have gnarly stitches?" She asked, cracking me a tired smile.

"God, I love you."

"Carlisle, I need to tell you something."

I froze and felt my hands tingle in anxiety.

"When I was . . . away, I met this guy. I loved him."

"Oh. Were you guys . . . together?" I asked gingerly.

She nodded. "But, I never stopped loving you. That's why I came back, I realized that I wasn't going to be caged by fear. I loved you and I never stopped, I just tried with every ounce of what I had to try and push it away."

"So while I was looking for you, not sleeping, and drinking all day, you were off loving some guy?" I asked. I was angry. 

"God, I was trying to forget you. Forget all of this!" She gestured around her. "I was in a coma for a while. I overdosed on coke and I drank so much and I did everything I could to try to forget what I was running from. I'm so sorry."

My anger began to fade. "Don't apologize, none of it was your fault."

"I'm not going to go run again. I promise."

"I'll just run after you." I kissed the back of her hand. 

"Something isn't right." Stella began gasping. Her breathing was coming out in wheezes. "Oh God."

She ripped the wires she was connected to off and threw them to the floor as she sat up quickly. 

"Stella, calm down, take it easy." I put a hand on her shoulder as I yelled for a doctor. 

"No, no, oh God. What's happening to me?" She asked as she continued wheezing.

She then screamed. An ear piercing, blood curdling scream. She fell to the floor and my family and the doctor rushed in. 

I saw the blood begin to saturate her pink sleeping pants. 

My breathing then began to stop and my heartbeat increased to the point I could hear it. 

Thump. Thump. Thump. 

The sounds of the doctor talking erratically and my mother's concerned voice began to get muted out. 

I fell to my knees and looked at the ground. 

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I crawled my way over to Stella where she was on the ground, the doctor rapidly talking to her.

I grabbed her hand and pulled it towards my chest. A single tear fell down my cheek.

Thump. Thump. Thump. 

The world faded out and I was left with the sinking feeling in my heart. A feeling that constricted my chest to the point that I could not breathe. 

A feeling that brought me, a man of carnage and evil, to his knees.

Stella was having a miscarriage. 

____

hey guys!

whoa, intense chapter. Sorry it was so short... :( 

Hope all is well! xoxo