All Chapters of A Second Chance: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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

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

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

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

Stella Romilly's pov,Past. “Stella!”I was already turned to her, squinting my eyes in an invisible sun. She was panting and stopped right in front of me with her hands on her knees. “Stella,” she managed as she tried to control her breathing as quickly as possible, the information too urgent on her lips. “Stella, you..” she halted, running her hands through her hair. “You called the police,” she muttered as a sign of an almost finished breath and she thought I hadn't heard her so she repeated herself. “You called the police. You called the police.”“I-”“I did,” a mature female voice spoke from my side. “I called the police.“ she emphasized. My mother's pale eyes worked her way up to the woman in question. “You did?” she asked. As if she wanted to know who did. A look of horror crossed her sharp features and she turned to me.“Why did you call the police?” His mouth hung low as she stared at me as if I was the one. My teacher placed a protective hand in front of me and pushe