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