18Disclaimer- I do NOT own Winx Club. Or Candy Crush. C:
**THIS FLASHBACK IS PRETTY MUCH THE FIRST PART OF SAFE HAVEN (which I don't own either) BUT I DID IN FACT CHANGE SOME PARTS KTHXBAI**
Flashback
Stella's POV
I moved to the oven in my small kitchen, taking the pie out from it slowly.
"Baby, I'm home."
"Welcome back, sweetie." I said with a smile on my face. He sat down at the dining table, carefully removing his jacket and placing it behind him.
"What's for dinner?" He asked anxiously.
"Cherry pie, I found a new recipe." I glanced over at my shoulder to see Jared picking out a wine bottle to drink for tonight. Again.
"Baby, please put that down just for tonight." I turned back over to my cherry pie and sighed when I saw the bottle on the table. I inhaled the sweet scent of the pastry, and brought it over to the table.
"Smells good." Jared said, breaking the awkward silence. I looked at him and smiled, taking the knife in my hand and gently slicing the pie. I used my fork to help hold up the pie on my knife and passed the plate to Jared. He smiled at me and sat down, placing his knife to get his share.
"So. Anything new at work?" He looked up and sighed.
"How many times do you want for me to apologize, Stella?"
"What are you talking about? I'm fine, we're fine." I said quickly responding and trying not to make eye contact with him.
"Do you know how many things I've sacrificed for you?" I slowly stood up and went for the wine bottle. His rough hands flew onto mine, stopping me in the middle of putting up the wine bottle.
"You think I'm done with that?" He said in an irritated tone. His cold eyes locked with mine, and I quickly got rid of my shocked face.
"N-no. Of course not," I smiled at him and took his empty plate. His hands flew to my wrist, and I immediately took my hand away from his plate, understanding his 'kind' gesture. I gave him a small smile and turned back around to grab my dish.
"I already told you, I'm fucking sorry!"
"I know you are Jared, I'm not doubting you. Everything is okay, I promise."
"Yeah? Well it doesn't really look like it." He muttered. I sighed and washed my dish. I stopped, realizing what I had been missing.
"Babe, can you pass me my dish?" A beat of silence swept the room, and I began to look around.
"Jared?" I said it a little louder this time, my heart was beating so loudly that I was so sure that he could hear it. I walked into the only bedroom in the house that belonged to me only to see Jared messing with the sharp knife. He slowly ran the dull side across his face.
"What don't you like about me, Stella?" He said, still playing with the knife.
"Jared, it's not worth it. Please just put the knife down and come help me wash the dishes." I said softly. My hands were shaking and I wasn't staring at him, but the knife.
"Answer me, Stella." I looked down at my hands, and back up to him.
"If I answer, will you put down the knife?" He looked at me and chuckled, slowly nodding his head. I let out a sigh of relief and looked back at his face, trying to find a flaw.
"Well, your freckles are kind of discolored. But I think it looks cute on you."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really." I said giggling. His face went blank, and the knife went up to his face again. The peak of the knife went to his cheekbones, right where his freckles were. A look of horror went over my face as I realized what he was doing.
"Jared, I'm going to walk towards you and take the knife. Is that okay, Sweetie?" I tried to sugar coat it as much as possible, trying not to get myself killed either.
"I hated these freckles, anyway."
"Jared please,-" He chuckled, interrupting me mid-sentence.
"Won't I be good enough for you if I get rid of these freckles, Stella?"
"JARED PUT THE KNIFE DOWN!" I shrieked. Not only did I shock him, but I also shocked myself. Never in my life did I have to raise my voice at a loved one. His hands relaxed, and the knife clattered on the floor.
"I-I have to go," I said blankly, "this isn't good for you. I'll call a hospital a-and get you some help."
His eyes grew red, and my sprinted my way to the door. I shut it and slid the couch over to the door. Our hallway was small, so the sofa fit perfectly and shut the space in between the door and the wall across from it.
"Stella, you open this door right now!" I blocked out his shouts and the pounding of the doors. I don't know what exactly happened, but I know my mind has patches of the memory in my mind. I remember still being in the tight purple dress I put on that night while I was running toward my neighbor who loaned me the recipe.
"I'll find you, Stella! We'll be together again!"
**End of flashback**
I snuggled my face into Brandon's chest.
"Stella, are you alright?" I looked up at Brandon all teary eyed and gave him a small smile. He let out a big dramatic sigh and looked at me.
"I'm fine, don't worry about it," I said nonchalantly. We let go, and I saw Musa behind Brandon with a pale face. Brandon tried to turn around, but I grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss.
"Stay here, babe. I'll be right back," I sped towards Musa, my skirt flowing back and forth.
"Stella," she said, "you have to go. He's here. Jared's here looking for you." My face went blank. I turned around to see Brandon sitting on the waiting room chair, he was on his phone playing Candy Crush.
"Musa I can't leave you guys here," I paused and looked back at Brandon, "I can't leave Brandon here."
"I don't want you leaving either, Stella, but I also don't want you dead, either. Musa gave me a sad look and returned to Riven.
"Code is watermelons," she mouthed to me in Riven's arms. I began walking back towards Brandon confused.
"Brandon?" I asked.
"Hm?" He replied, his eyes still on the game.
"What's Musa's watermelon thing?"
"Oh, that." He began, "It's our code for 'run'. We started it in fifth grade." I froze up and hugged Brandon.
"Brandon, I want you to know that you're the best boyfriend ever," I said quickly. Brandon looked up from his game, his eyes locked on mine. He chuckled and put his arm around me.
"What's the special occa-" Brandon paused and pushed me off the chair before the window behind us smashed to pieces. Musa's voice rang throughout the entire hospital.
"WATERMELONS!"I looked at the broken window, and behind it was a demon. No, even worse; it was Jared. He had a jackhammer in his hands, and a very devilish grin towards me.
I ran to the exit and to my house. It was about ten minutes away, but I knew I could make it. I sprinted and sprinted, getting calls as I ran. My legs were sore, and getting heavier by every step. As if on cue, I made it to my house. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure no one was behind me, and opened the door with my key. I locked all five locks on my door and ran to my room. It was hard to see with the tears blurring everything. I swiped my eyes with my cuff and threw everything into my suitcase. My hands flew pile from pile of clothes, until nothing else could fit. I yanked all the clothes in my closet from their hanger and jammed it into the suitcase. I started sobbing when it wouldn't fit for no reason at all. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and I prayed it wasn't who I thought it was.
"Stella?!" The voice was familiar, and I wouldn't face who I thought it was.
"Wow, I finally track you down and this is what happens," she paused when she noticed me crying. "Stella, are you okay?"
"My clothes won't fit in, Techna! They won't fit!" I went into a ball and starting crying. She gave me a strange look, and sat on the suitcase.
"Here, zip it with me sitting on it." I sniffled and did as I was told, and it worked. I let out a huge sigh of relief and stood up the suitcase. Techna raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms.
"And just where do you think you're going?"
I paused. Where was I going?
"A-anywhere," I replied reluctantly, "anywhere but here." And with that, I flew down the stairs and left.
LATE UPDATE D:
New one shot coming out TOMORROW! Wooohooo c:
Sorry for the late update, I'll make the next chapter SUPER long :3
Have a good day, lovelies!
~Golden Storms