thoughts about my life in 'that' house began to disturb me.

click click click

I can hear footsteps approaching. I assumed it was Stella.I stood up from the couch

ding dong 

I peeped through the hole just to make sure. It was dark outside and usually, there isn't a single person outside at this hour in this neighborhood. It's dangerous to live alone in this neighborhood. But to me, it was better to live alone than to live in that house. It relieved me to see Stella's face when I opened the door and stepped in the shadow to make way for her. She was holding a beer in one hand and a package in another. She stretched out the hand holding package to me. Stella made herself at home and opened a beer can. Usually, when she arrives this late at night, she stays over I went to the kitchen and made myself some coffee. The rich aroma of the bittersweet coffee filled the room. I took a seat near her. As I brought my mouth to the cup Stella asked me why I didn't drink. I smiled at her.

 I hated the smell of alcohol for it reminded me about my mother who was an alcoholic before meeting my stepdad. It reminded me of the time she physically and emotionally abused me her reason being my familiar facial features and behavior. I don't like to recall those memories. She's tired from her business trip, I know it. I didn't want to interrupt her relaxation. I didn't mind it earlier before I moved but now I wanted to start anew. It's better if I forget about my so-called family.

"I heated up a bath for you.a pair of pajamas are placed near the bath for you to change in""If I were a man, I would have definitely married you," Stella said jokingly."then what will you do about josh."josh was Stella's boyfriend they started going out since they were in high school and they are still going out."keep him as my mistress""he is a man"she laughed "we'll find some way around it"seeing that I wasn't depressed relieved Stella."don't worry you will find the right person for you"I hope so I said. To be frank, I didn't believe there was the right person for me. I don't expect to be loved anymore.. we continued with our silly conversations. Time flies so fast. Before we knew it was midnight." what do you want for breakfast," Stella asked. The thought of her cooking made me pale with fear I offered to cook instead she pouted. But I had no other choice. If it is her burning down the house isn't a possibility anymore

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