"Stella! Are you STILL in bed? Jesus get up!"
To Stella this was the normal Saturday routine. She gets yelled at, hit a few times, then sent out to work only to come back to true hell later. She slowly drug herself from her slumber and walked solemnly down the hallway to take a shower before she started her day. Her mother had died in a car crash when she was only 2, from there her father took up drinking and beat her daily. She didn't even have a picture of her mother because her dad burned them at the funeral. He was in so much pain that he didn't even want his daughter to remember something that he couldn't have.
Turning on the water she felt the cold streams run down her back. She welcomed the feeling because it dulled the pain of the bruises. She snapped to attention when she heard an unfamilair voice. It was a woman's. She turned off the water, quickly toweled off, and went downstairs. She knew that her father had been seeing someone, but she hadn't been allowed to meet her yet. As she descended downstairs she saw a beautiful, young woman standing, laughing with her dad.
"Oh Robert! You're so funny!" She giggled air headedly. "Well, you must be Stella." It was more of a statement than a question, but it still made her father swing around.
"Yes ma'am." She replied with a small quiet voice.
"Stella," her father addressed her, "Melinda and her son are going to be living with us from now on."
Son? She had a son? Was she even 30? She had long blonde hair that flowed down her back, and beautifule white teeth, as if a beer had never touched her mouth.
Stella smiled an nodded not saying a word. Then, the most beautiful human being she had eveer seen walked through the door.
"Stella," Melinda said," this is my son. Niall."
She knew that if she opened her mouth she wouldn't be able to say anything, so she kept it closed and gave him the same smile and nod as she had given Melinda.
Her father wasted no time making her feel like a slave. In no tme she was lugging bags up the forever long staircase, and then tripping over all of Melinda's shoes.
"How many shoes can one woman own?!" She thought to herself. Niall was a lot of help too. He was big and strong, and had these beautiful blue eyes and golden hair that fell perfectly over his eyes.
As she made her way up the stairs with a box of shoes she gasped and dropped them.
"Woah there! Are you ok?"
She had just come to the realization that she would have to share a room with this beautiful human being.
"Yeah, I'm just going to go on a run."
She ran into her room grabbed her shoes and ran out the door, down the street, and around the corner to Jessie's house. Jessie was her best friend, she'd know what to do.
"JESSIE! JESSIE! OPEN THE DOOR!" She stood banging on the door for a solid three minutes.
"Jesus Stel. Are you trying to break the house down?"
"My dad... new girlfriend... hot son... share room."
"Go sit on the couch and I'll get the ice cream."
Jessie walked in with two big tubs on ice cream and huge spoons. She handed Stella one of each.
"Ok. Tell me everything."
"My dad has been seeing this new girl, Melinda, and she has a son named Niall who is beautiful and you know how I get around guys, especially hot ones. But this time I have to share a room with him because there's only two rooms with beds in them and you can't get a whole bedroom set up in a day, and plus my dad was going to try to find a new house. And then there's-"
"Stella. Breathe, you haven't taken a single breath this whole time."
"I just don't know what to do and I knew you would, so in the process of carrying a million pairs of shoes up the stairs, I ran here."
"First, check into a mental asylum-"
"Ok, but really. Just relax. You're making a big deal out of nothing. You get to share a room with a hot guy, with a hot name, and probably an equally hot body. What's the big deal?"
"You know what? You're right. I'll give it a try, but if it doesn't work out, I'm moving in."