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A Second Chance CHAPTER 32
Stella Romilly's pov,“Foolish foolish me,” I muttered as I scrambled out of my seat and moved to arrange my mess. I picked a few pens, papers… I saved the cards for the last but as I was picking the cards, my eyes caught a business identity card. It was at one far end. A little bit far away from me. Almost under the side table. I went to pick it up and bring it closer for a proper look.Bella GoodyTherapist.ID no. :12395670Email: bellagoody@gmail.comShe was a therapist, I thought. There was a shadow under my breath. Under my tone. And it was screaming inaudible words in my ears but I couldn't decipher what words they were let alone the meaning. “Hey, I'm sorry. I'm back,” Her joyful voice brought me down to reality and I hurried to put the rest of the things in the bag before facing her.“I hope you are done Miss,” Her distant steps became sharper and louder. “Oh yeah,” I unintentionally shouted and scrambled the rest of the things into the bag, trying my best to rearrange it
A Second Chance CHAPTER 33
Stella Romilly's pov,I was back in my hotel and humming different tunes while I packed my stuff. A fresh start. A fresh start. For me. I kept repeating these words in my head. I called Ken to come and pick me up. I closed my luggage and left it at the doorstep to check if I had taken everything. There was a knock on the door. “Come in,” I said. Ken stuck his head out before deciding to come in fully. He spotted the cases and picked them up. “I will be right downstairs,” I said, brushing my hair to make sure it stood in place. “Yes madam,”He was out the door. I picked up my keys and looked in the mirror for the last time. A fresh start. “You are doing well Stella,” I told myself in the mirror and patted my back. I egressed the room. I walked my way downstairs and left the hotel key with the receptionist. She smiled at me, putting my key in place. “Bye, madam. Have a great day.”“Thank you.”The driver was waiting for me when. I came out. He opened the door for me and l
A Second Chance CHAPTER 34
Stella Romilly's pov,Michael was the first to catch my eyes when I entered the place. Dark hair. Green eyes. Beautiful. His eyes lit up and I beamed at him. “Hey Stella!”“Michael!”I thrived the thrusting bodies towards his side. The familiar loud music blared in my ears. “Good to see you!”I yelled over the music. “You too!” he yelled. he was wearing his uniform. A suit coat and a tie. A white shirt underneath barely covering the lean muscles he had. He had an empty tray in his hand as he led me towards the bar. I sat on the high chair. He whispered something into a fellow's ear. The fellow looked at me. Smiled and nodded repeatedly.He whispered back with a pat and then Michael gave the tray to him. He shot me a wink and I threw him a confused gaze. “You are so attractive!” He made a big love sign with his hand before vanishing in the crowd. I looked at my dress for the third time today and raised an eyebrow.“What?” I laughed, confused. “Don't mind him,” Michael laughed
A Second Chance CHAPTER 35
Stella Romilly's pov,PastI watched as the police rushed up to me. A policewoman moved the quickest. I watched her tag dangle in front of her left breast as she had me in focus. The policewoman bent down in front of me-the contact of her knees to the floor sounded like crushing rocks, and asked politely. The cold wind blew her hair to her side and blushed her plump cheeks. I stared at the plump woman. They had received a cue that my father had abused me. Just by one look, I was sure people would have thought I was severely dehydrated and starved. My lips lacked moisture and my hair moved in thin waves, barely upholding the impact of the chill wind. The policewoman steadied herself, considering her words carefully. “Darling,” she caught my attention.Very carefully.“Do you happen to know where your father is?” she asked. As if talking to a child who might run away at the slightest provocation of sound.My head shook. Not in denial. But in fear. “What are you going to do to him?
A Second Chance CHAPTER 36
Stella Romilly's pov,PastI looked around me. We stood in the compound where a lot of cars were laid. There were at least three other policemen behind the woman, all waiting for confirmation before taking action. “She needs privacy,” Hannah interjected. The policewoman looked around before directing her attention to me again. Her gaze then moved from my face to my teacher's. “Can you please find a spot for us?” she asked. My teacher nodded repeatedly as she guided all of us through the exit of the compound into the corridors of the school. We walked for a while then paused. I noted this route as it was quite familiar now. We entered the room we previously did. The wooden slab lay exactly where I saw it. Its rough edge never ceasing to urge me. We walked further into the room and Hannah whispered to me. “I will be right here when you need me.”She pointed to one corner of the room, indicating her need to be as invisible and uninterruptive as possible during my interrogation. I h
A Second Chance CHAPTER 37
Stella Romilly's pov,Past“And this..” I continued, pointing at one diagonal scar that filled the holes in my back. Almost crossing to my stomach. It was shaped like a sword cut. One so deep. “My father told me I was being naughty. He was smelling nasty and he was drinking alcohol and smoking. I told him that I learned that drinking and smoking wasn't a good thing to do.” I explained. “But he got angry and threw a knife at me. I couldn't escape it. It sliced through my shirt and cut my skin,”I shook my head, trying to push the memory back. “Those are the scars I've gotten recently,” I finalized, making to pick up the bits of dresses that were left on the floor.I turned to them. Tears in my teacher's eyes. Anger in the other woman's eyes. “Are you crying for me?” I asked completely terrified. “Don't cry,” I said, attempting to wipe her tears.“That's maltreatment.” I heard Hannah mutter. She looked like she was staring at the scars over again and this time she saw clearly. H
A Second Chance CHAPTER 38
Antonio Dante's pov,FIFTEEN YEARS AGO,I had been in the cell of a room. I watched the distant sunlight peek through my window indicating the presence of a window. At least my father was decent enough to put a window in my room even though it was barely a window. It stood scrunched up from the side with its sill a rusted mixture of red and yellow, hints of black and brown hoarded hinting its once bright color. There was a rubber attached to it that blew with the breeze of the daylight. And through the light that glistened through the tattered windows, I saw shattered pieces of glasses. My head raised a little just to peek. I didn't dare get up from where I stood. I had been in the same position all night afraid I would nudge a supposed dead body. Speaking of a dead body, I searched the vast room with my eyes. The light from the sun was doing nothing to aid me. It shone on one place only leaving the rest for the imagination. The space on my right ahead of me was totally pitch black. T
A Second Chance CHAPTER 39
Stella Romilly's pov,Past.On my first day of school. My father. Captured. Thrown into the police car. And I watched. When he threw me a murderous look. I got goosebumps. I was starting to regret my decision.Maybe I should have kept quiet and never showed my scars. I stared at Hannah. Hannah was hurting my hand. She was holding it so hard I was sure I would get bruises. But I didn't care. As long as I was in contact with someone who seemed trustworthy.“Tell them you got yourself hurt Stella,” his forced whisper had scared me. My mind was filled with his afflictions. There was a full picture and not one was a fragment. Blood wasn't flowing through my veins. It was frozen. My heart had stopped. I stood still, looking at him. I could feel a green vein pop out of my neck. At least I wasn't scared he was going to touch me. He was handcuffed. “Tell them you were being naughty,” he pleaded. His eyes were frantic and red from drugs and he reeked of alcohol. He thought he looked
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