Stella Starlet

Tears & Recovery

Previous chapter was changed so if you read it when it was titled "Agony" please go back and re read to avoid confusion! If you read it and it's titled "Carlisle vs Enzo" you're in the clear, no need to re read. Thanks!

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Everyone had to run out of the museum before the SWAT team got there. The whole block was closed off and police cars and helicopters were circling the area. 

As some of Carlisle's men drove us away, I couldn't help but to look back at the area. 

We had caused so much destruction. Our clothes and skin was covered and stained with crimson blood, the faint smell of metal lingered in the car. 

"Fuck, Carlisle," I swore as I turned around and put my head in my hands. "Fuck!" I shouted. 

Carlisle took a deep breath and had his mouth open to speak but couldn't find the words. 

"Why did you leave the house?" He asked quietly.

I whipped around to look at him, fire in my eyes. "Because even though my mother's a raging bitch, I couldn't let her get caught up in that."

"You could have been killed."

"You don't think I fucking know that! Look at me, Carlisle!" I thrusted my arms in his direction to see the gashes. 

"Stella-"

I got in Carlisle's face and began raising hell in the car. "I know what I signed up for but that was too close for comfort!" I began banging my fists against his chest, tears leaking down my cheeks. "I hate this!" 

I finally looked into his azure eyes and dropped my arms to my side. I don't know who made the first move but our lips crashed together and his hands were in my hair, pulling me closer. 

I straddled his lap and grabbed his blonde locks. The taste of blood and my tears tainted our kiss. 

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I got sixty stitches that night. Carlisle ran a hot bath for me, one that I sat in blankly, staring at the wall as he used a glass pitcher to pour water over my head and shoulders. 

The bath soon became a light orange-red hue as the blood was washed away from my skin. 

The bath water got colder and I just sat there. Carlisle kept offering me a glass of water or a plate of food, I didn't even turn to look at him or answer. 

He finally sat next to the bath and put his head in his hands. After hours of us sitting in silence, he got up in a crouch and pulled my head so his lips could kiss my forehead. 

"I'm so sorry," he spoke in a broken voice. 

He got up and ran the shower, stripping off his ruined clothes. 

Once the shower door closed and the steam began to fill up the bathroom, I began to cry; silently, tears rolled down my cheeks, hitting the water with the muffled sound of a drop. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Carlisle wipe at the glass shower door and look at me. When it set in that I was crying, he leaned his head on the door and his shoulders fell. 

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Two Weeks Later

I was finally recovering from that night. I'd be lying if I were to say that it didn't scare me, because in all honesty, it did. It really did. 

I explained to my mother that I couldn't tell her the initial reason that I wouldn't let her go; just in case she were to tell the enemy. 

She cried. She hugged me. She begged for my forgiveness. 

Lana's betrayal silenced Carlisle's whole family. I remember hearing Valentina's loud sobs that night. Luciano smashed the chairs of the dining table into broken pieces of wood that littered the floor. Carlisle's brothers were still in shock.

I think out of everyone, Carlisle was the most stunned about the whole thing. His own sister, his own blood, held a gun to his head with full intention to fire it. But, Carlisle got to the trigger before she did. His eyes lost a bit of their light after the incident.

 No one expected Lana to betray them. 

That night while Enzo was unconscious, Carlisle's men had him taken to a remote place where I'm sure they were making him wish he were dead. 

From what I've been told, he hasn't said why Lana betrayed the family. He thinks it's a joke. 

They'll keep him alive just for the purpose of inflicting more pain upon him. 

I'm sure Carlisle had utilized some unique ways to torture him. 

We mutually decided to put off the wedding to let everyone recover. That night changed all of our lives. For better or worse? Not quite sure yet. 

When I saw how close death really was for all of us, I decided I needed to change. I threw out all of my cigarettes, had Carlisle lock up all of his alcohol, and flushed all the drugs. 

I've been down this path before; throwing it all out and saying I was going to get clean, only to fail. 

But this time, it was different. I couldn't keep doing this to us. It wasn't fair to Carlisle and most of all, it wasn't fair to myself. 

I was put on medication for my schizophrenia. I have a therapist coming to the house twice a week. 

For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was finally getting my life on track.