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