Stella's POV

I open my eyes to a dark image. Not a single ray of light in here to illuminate the lantern of the place. The darkness covering my eyes like a fog blinding a trace. I try to stand on my two feet but end up falling by mistake. The cold floor embracing me like the cold days.

I don't remember how I ended up here and suddenly, picture of last night passes my inward eye.

I remember last night, the drink affected my father like drugs. He came home to drag me in this hell and locked me ignoring my request. I cried and cried, shouted for help but no one came and how can anyone when I am trapped in this house with a father who doesn't even recognizes his ones.

I hissed in pain when my palm accidentally connected with my bruised forehead. I recollect the broken memories of last night that my dad splashed his beer bottle on my forehead because I am a disgust and a mistake.

I wrap my arms around my cold shaking body in order to provide myself some heat in this cold world. Tears of regret, for being a mistake, for called names come streaming down my face.

I have no one whom I can tell this. I have no one who can guide me to the open way. I have no one who can pull me out of this mess. I have no one who can love me the right way.

The sound of opening the basement door is heard. I quickly wipe my tears and try to put an emotionless face holding back my emotions, not wanting him to see my broken face. Finally the light enters through the door but with the devil. 

My dad enters wearing a black suit with his favorite leather shoes on. He walks to me and stop just in front of my lying body. He held out his hand in my direction and scowl with a smirk plastered across his face, "Pretty amazing night."

I quickly move my body backwards creating a safe distance from the devil. I try pulling myself up but fails because my body is sore as it has lost all its strength in this game. My father starts laughing evilly on seeing the state of my condition he caused.

Must be happy.

I finally pull myself up with a groan escaping my mouth. I walk slowly toward the door ignoring him. As soon as I reach near the door, he pulls my disheveled hair from back with a firm grip and pulls it until my eyes starts welling with tears from the pain. 

He brings his mouth near my ear and whispers in his husky voice, "You body smells the same way like your mother on the day she was buried." I froze in my place after hearing his words. My hands and legs starts trembling like a half dead leaf.

"I-I am sorry, dad." I stutter, tears welling up in the corner of my eyes from the grip he has on my hair. He finally lets it go and I finally put my hands on the door and come out in the lights. My eyes shutting multiple times before setting up with the shine of the lights.

My father stands in front of me and says, "I am going out for a week leaving you in my house all alone. Do not think of doing anything foolish and do not dare to talk to any neighbors. One mistake and you are out of your school. I think I don't need to repeat myself." 

I nod in defeat but slight happy with the news. He leaves the house after seeing my nod.

I let out a big squeal in excitement. A week free! 

My excitement starts to dissolve when I think that he will come back after a week but quickly it changes in arguable that why did he didn't want me to speak to the neighbors? I am just asking it's not like I want to go in their house because if that's the case then I am not interested because the person living in front of my house is none other than one of the egoistic boys of the school. He is in high school and unfortunately we have many subjects in common.

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Harry Styles.

The girls are always after him I mean why? Okay I admit he is attractive, cool and gorgeous but the attention he receives is too much. Whatever I am not going to waste my precious time thinking about him and the devil.

Shit. It's already 6:30 and the school will begin at 8:00 and I am not even ready in any sense at all but wait, first I have to go to the doctor to check my forehead; as usual he must be thinking that I come almost every day with my disgusting injury. 

I really do miss you mom.

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