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Ch.7 Truth

Author - I have so many different ideas for more books but I don't know if I should start on them or just wait til I finish this book. I feel like I should wait but ughhhhh I don't want to.

Anyway enjoy.
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STELLA'S POV

Closing my eyes; I inhale a deep breath through my nose before exhaling out my mouth. Opening my eyes I begin to tell the truth of my nightmare of a life. Of course leaving out the gruesome; basically keeping it as PG as possible.

I wouldn't wanna make them uncomfortable with my story. I don't usually talk about myself to practically strangers or to really anyone but Rose and George are different from the others. Rose having a calm and caring aura and George having a more collected, supportive warmth to him. It makes it a lot more easier to talk to them.

After about 20 mins I finished. The room once again fell silent. Keeping my gaze at my fingers. Twiddling and tangling them together; god my arm is killing me right now.

Deciding to take some courage; I look up to see any kind of reaction one their features. I glance at Rose first to see her hand over her mouth with tears bulging in her eyes, threatening to spill any moment. Then I connect my glance to George to see him at war with himself about something.

While I saw worry and sympathy in Rosa's eyes I also saw bewilderment and perhaps doubt in George's?

I go to say something but stop at the thunder of pain that erupted in my side. I grab my stomach hissing in agony. I let out a few muffled groans. Snapping out of his shocked state; George rushed to my side, pulling my shirt up. His face staring at my stomach in complete horror. I also looked at my stomach, my mouth fell open to my stomach being completely purple and blue. I felt my blood run cold. A little bulge on the side of my stomach. What. the. heck. is that?

Rose wasn't far from where George stood. She gasped looking at my stomach as well.

"W-what's going on?...honey what is that" she uttered out. Pointing to the bulge on my side.

"Shes bleeding internally, go call 911!" He rushed out quickly glancing at his wife before focusing back to my stomach. I grew frantic at the mention of the authorities.

"NO! You can't!" I shouted.

" I don't have a choice! The bleeding has spread which can lead to organ failure, comas or perhaps even death!" He argued. I didn't even notice Rose left the room until she came back in the room with a house phone to her ear. Already dialed the three digit number.

No they can't call them! They'll take me back! They'll give me back to those monsters. I JUST escaped; I can't go back now! I struggle, trying to get up from the couch to make it to the the front door. I managed to get off the couch just to fall to the ground. Gasping from the pain that erupted from the impact after the fall.

"Stella!" a voice called out but I was to disoriented to figure who. Everything was too blurry... why do I suddenly feel so tired? I need to escape but maybe I should take a rest first.

And without a thought I was consumed by darkness.

- FEW HOURS LATER -

My eyes rapidly started to blink trying to adjust to harsh light the was illuminating the room past my eye lids. Taking the courage to completely open my eyes to analyze the setting I was currently in.

White walls.

Window.

Big wooden door.

IV.

...

IV?!?

the hell?!?

I looked down to find myself in a hospital gown and in one of those really uncomfortable hospital beds. I'm in a damn hospital! I shoot for the pillow instantly regretted it due to the sharp in my stomach.

Grimacing from the pain I decided to lay back down. Ok ok let's review. The last memory I have is a little hazy but I remember Rose,  George and me talking, then the agonizing pain that erupted in my stomach, them wanting to call 911, me getting upset and trying to leave and then...black.

Ok that's not concerning at all. Heh.

I was stuck in my own world until I heard voice from outside the door. Deciding to be a wee bit nosy I slowly set my self up ignoring every pain in my body protesting for me to lay back down. I swing my feet to the edge of the bed.

Take a few exhausted breaths to gain back my little energy. I push off the bed onto my feet. Stumbling a little due to my injuries but no less I balanced out. I start taking slow steps to the door to here the convo being held outside.

GEORGE POV

It was a close call. If we hadn't called 119, Stella's organs might've failed causing her to die. Once me and my wife had called the ambulance. The EMT's came and took her to the hospital. There, two social workers where called because of Stella's predicament.

Now me and Rosa are talking with the social workers outside Stella's room.

"So what's gonna happen to her?" My wife question the workers as she reached for my hand; squeezing it out of worry.

"Well ma am, we'll have to talk to Stella and so will the detectives, to figure out what happened. But we'll need to contact the parents."

"But you can't let her be taken by those monsters!" My wife raised her voice; obviously annoyed by the workers.

Before she could go on a little rant, I decide to say something. "That's right. Her mother and father could be unfit to be guardians of her or parents at all really." I sneered, remembering what Stella had told us 12 hours ago.

"Well we can't go directly based on the words of indirect witnesses but we did research her and her family's background to reveal that Derek Fay is not Stella's biological father but rather stepfather. And that her real father is located in Italy.The detectives will deal with the child abuse case and we can contact Vitali (Stells bio dad)."

The other worker spoke up as well. "But if this girl has been lying about the abuse and the neglect of her parents than we will have no choice but to give her back to Laura and Derek." The second worker sneered obviously not buying Stella's story. I think about a little, that also it impossible as well.

ROSA POV

How dare he say such a thing about Stella?!Even though I haven't meet the girl for very long, she happened to be a very nice but closed off girl. And let's not forget the panic attack she had only hours ago!

Before I could put that social worker in his place, my husband spoke.

"You are right, it could all be a facade. These kids these days will do anything to get what they want" my husband sighed out.

"George!! How could you say such a thing?!? The poor girl was beaten and battered before she arrived at our house!" I turned towards my husband disappointed that he would say something so unlike him.

"Think about it Rosa. She arrived at our house beaten yes but she wouldn't even tell us the reasons of it until later on. Like she was hiding something. Not only that but if someone really needed help then would they do everything in they're power to make it known?"

"It could all be fake to get away from her parents or something else. Sending her back can also be a possible option"

I am honestly extremely disappointed that the man I married and is a doctor who dealt with abused people before would even considered Stella to be lying.

But before we could get any farther into the argument we heard loud bang coming from Stella's room.