Stella Rose is a normal 17 year old girl. There's not much about her that isn't normal. She doesn't have a crazy popular girl coming at her. She doesn't have much of a cliche high school movie life. She's just Stella. Stella Rose. But maybe with a l...
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Christopher's POV
Shock, the look that Stella has. Another tear falls from my eye. I know I lost her, but I never had her so how did i loose her?
"W-what?" she stutters. Her eyes are wide, and my mind goes back to the moment I fucked up.
I park my car, and walk to her front door. "Fucking shit, why is it locked?" I turn around almost falling and get the key under the mat and unlock the door. I close it and put the key on the table. I stumble on the carpet, nearly falling, and making my way to her kitchen. I sit down on one of the chairs and wait. She'll come down.
"Chris?" I hear and look up. I see her. That fucking girl. I loved her, how could she do this to me? What the fuck is she holding?
"Yes, Anna Nicole. Why the fuck do you have a pencil?" I squint my eyes barely seeing anything and look back at the table. "Put down the pencil" she puts it down.
"Chris are you drunk" Obviously i am. when am I not? It's fucking fun as shit.
"No fucking duh" I roll my eyes remembering that i'm mad. She goes into the cabinet and puts a glass of water and pills infront of me. I take the pills and the water. I look back to her. Fucking dammit just seeing her face is making me mad.
"You suck you know?"
"Excuse me?" What did she not understand? I hiccup.
"When were you going to tell me?" I say hurt. I am. Why did she have to do this to me? I feel tears coming up, but I push them back. Anger starts to fill me.
"Tell you what, Chris?" I slam the glass down on the table in anger.
"Don't fuck with me, Anna Nicole. I know you have been slutting around. What does that make me, huh? I won't tolerate that! You are a fucking bitch! You know what? I had sex with Ashley. How does that make you feel, huh?!" I spit out trying hard to not stutter. She has tears in her eyes. That only fuels my anger. She shouldn't be the one crying. I should.
She says something else, but it's just her denying everything. Now she's lying to me.
I clench my fists in anger, and back Anna Nicole into the fridge trapping her. "You shouldn't push me, Anna Nicole" I spit in anger. "You know exactly what I am capable of, and I know you. Do not forget that" Droll runs down my mouth and I lift my hand to wipe it, but she flinches. I squint my eyes at her and stroke her cheek softly then make the biggest mistake of my life.
I bring my fist up and punch her. I back up as she falls to the floor from the impact. My eyes widen as I see blood. Fucking shit. Reality comes back and I blink several times waiting for this to go away, but it doesn't. She still lays on the ground looking up at me.
She looks at me with this hatred i've never seen before and starts screaming. It's all blurred out. I whisper a sorry knowing she can't hear me. I walk to her trying to calm her down.
"An-.."
"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE! Was I not clear before?!" Tears cover her face. Her beautiful face, tears that I caused. I turn around knowing that i fucked up time, I kick her wall out of anger and leave the house. I get into my car driving in high speeds.
My car starts slows down. The fuck?
The gas ran out. I hit the steering wheel in anger. Memories of what just happens came to me and I look at my knuckles. Shit, shit, shit.
No.
What the fuck is wrong with you Christopher? You fucking idiot.
"FUCK" I scream into the night, and start crying. I bring my knees to my chest and bawl my eyes out.
You. fucked. up. big.
Stella's POV
I- uh- WHAT?
I'm in shock
I don't know what to say or to act.
I forced it out of him, and I got it.
He hit her?
He was in rehab?
What the fuck?
I look over to him and tears are running down his face, and it breaks my heart.
I want to comfort him, but I don't know if I can.
I wish I didn't know.
God dammit, Stella
WHY?
Fuck
"Stella, say something, please" He pleads. All I do is look at him. I physically and mentally can't. I can't let any words out. My brain stopped working. I- i don't know
"You think of me different, but that's my past. It was the drugs controlling me. I can't blame it all, but that shit is fucking horrible. It's fine if you don't want anything to do with me, I don't want anything to do with me. Even if you can go on, I won't allow it. You mean to much to me" I bring my nails up to my mouth and start biting them. I can't help it. I'm anxious. I can't think. I don't know how anything.
"I am, truly sorry, for everything" he gets up and goes to the side of the yard most likely to the gate.
I let him go. I don't know if I want him to stay or not. I need to think. Think this over.
