Apples Don't Fall Far From The Trees, chapter 4
Soon a crowd gathered shouting, "Fight, fight, fight!" How original Joey thought.
Stella made the first move by punching Josie straight in the face.
"Die, dose!" screamed Josie as her nose started pouring blood. The punch was returned by a scratch, slap and hair pulling from the teenie bitches.
Kurt, Joey, Ramona and Frank all waited to see her reaction. Stella just laughed and started kicking teenie ass! She started of with the Josie clones; she grabbed one and slammed it into another, their heads meeting with a crunch.
After 5 minutes of killing bitches, only Josie was left. She was still holding her nose, and giving Stella and the gang her most venomous stare.
But as most would expect, Josie picked up her bag from the floor, and stormed out of the school, but not before shouting, "You're gunna pay for this! I have connections!"
Everyone laughed and started for the gates. Kurt ran up to Stella and kissed her, she giggled while Frank looked at Joey sympathetically.
"That was brilliant!" laughed Ramona.
"Yep!" Frank Agreed.
"So, you guys coming over my house again?" asked Joey
Stella's smile faded.
"Nah I can't, I have to go to my Moms," she mumbled
"Awww tough break," said Ramona
"You mean I am gunna have to go a whole day with out seeing you?" whined Kurt, putting on the puppy dog eyes.
Stella laughed and ruffled his floppy blond hair. She nodded sadly and kissed his cheek, said her farewells and walked in the direction of her Mom's.
She came to the gate with blue peeling paint. She remembered her Dad painting it when she was a kid.
She sighed and opened the gate. It made a high-pitched squeak. As she walked up past the overgrown garden, she remembered what it was like before Colin came; her Mother was really proud of the house and kept everything clean.
As Stella opened the front door, her eyes met the familiar sight of her mother sitting down, talking on the phone. She waved and carried on talking. Stella went upstairs.
Stella POV
As I climbed the stairs like I had so many times before, I wondered where Colin was. Of course I wasn't complaining. Usually he was there to great me with a sarcastic comment or a punch.
I came to my door, it still had the drawings me and my Dad had done when Mom and him were still together. Most of the good ones where my Dads, but a few I was proud of.
I opened the door and my eyes scanned the room, to check everything was still okay, can never tell with the bastard in the house.
I sat my school bag on the bed, my ankle had stopped hurting a while ago, but gradually the pain was coming back. I kept my bass locked up in a cupboard, only I knew where the keys were located. The peeling posters smiled at me, but I didn't fell like smiling back. I heard my mother shout up the stairs.
"Estelle, I'm going out, Colin should come back soon, he will do you dinner!" echoed up the stairs, shortly followed by a door shutting.
Great, now I'm not going to get any food tonight. She always does this; she's too wrapped up in her own fucking life to care about me!
I sighed and walked up to my closet. I changed into my jeans, with a bullet belt and picked a grey Ramones T-shirt.
I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes, only for them to snap open as the door slammed downstairs.
"Hey Bitch! Get you butt down here!"
Colin.
I knew what happened if I didn't listened so I got up and walked downstairs.
"I was just talking to a Josie girl in the shops," snarled Colin
"She had a broken nose, and she says she got it in a fight... with YOU!" he spat
"Well, you know what?" he asked
I decided it was safer to remain silent.
"Answer me Slut!" he yelled grabbing me by the neck and slamming me into the wall. If Dad knew what was happening right know, he would go ballistic!
End POV
But Mike didn't have a clue what was going on. In fact the very moment That Stella hit the wall he was sat in the Armstrong household, drinking a cup of coffee and laughing.
Stella made the first move by punching Josie straight in the face.
"Die, dose!" screamed Josie as her nose started pouring blood. The punch was returned by a scratch, slap and hair pulling from the teenie bitches.
Kurt, Joey, Ramona and Frank all waited to see her reaction. Stella just laughed and started kicking teenie ass! She started of with the Josie clones; she grabbed one and slammed it into another, their heads meeting with a crunch.
After 5 minutes of killing bitches, only Josie was left. She was still holding her nose, and giving Stella and the gang her most venomous stare.
But as most would expect, Josie picked up her bag from the floor, and stormed out of the school, but not before shouting, "You're gunna pay for this! I have connections!"
Everyone laughed and started for the gates. Kurt ran up to Stella and kissed her, she giggled while Frank looked at Joey sympathetically.
"That was brilliant!" laughed Ramona.
"Yep!" Frank Agreed.
"So, you guys coming over my house again?" asked Joey
Stella's smile faded.
"Nah I can't, I have to go to my Moms," she mumbled
"Awww tough break," said Ramona
"You mean I am gunna have to go a whole day with out seeing you?" whined Kurt, putting on the puppy dog eyes.
Stella laughed and ruffled his floppy blond hair. She nodded sadly and kissed his cheek, said her farewells and walked in the direction of her Mom's.
She came to the gate with blue peeling paint. She remembered her Dad painting it when she was a kid.
She sighed and opened the gate. It made a high-pitched squeak. As she walked up past the overgrown garden, she remembered what it was like before Colin came; her Mother was really proud of the house and kept everything clean.
As Stella opened the front door, her eyes met the familiar sight of her mother sitting down, talking on the phone. She waved and carried on talking. Stella went upstairs.
Stella POV
As I climbed the stairs like I had so many times before, I wondered where Colin was. Of course I wasn't complaining. Usually he was there to great me with a sarcastic comment or a punch.
I came to my door, it still had the drawings me and my Dad had done when Mom and him were still together. Most of the good ones where my Dads, but a few I was proud of.
I opened the door and my eyes scanned the room, to check everything was still okay, can never tell with the bastard in the house.
I sat my school bag on the bed, my ankle had stopped hurting a while ago, but gradually the pain was coming back. I kept my bass locked up in a cupboard, only I knew where the keys were located. The peeling posters smiled at me, but I didn't fell like smiling back. I heard my mother shout up the stairs.
"Estelle, I'm going out, Colin should come back soon, he will do you dinner!" echoed up the stairs, shortly followed by a door shutting.
Great, now I'm not going to get any food tonight. She always does this; she's too wrapped up in her own fucking life to care about me!
I sighed and walked up to my closet. I changed into my jeans, with a bullet belt and picked a grey Ramones T-shirt.
I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes, only for them to snap open as the door slammed downstairs.
"Hey Bitch! Get you butt down here!"
Colin.
I knew what happened if I didn't listened so I got up and walked downstairs.
"I was just talking to a Josie girl in the shops," snarled Colin
"She had a broken nose, and she says she got it in a fight... with YOU!" he spat
"Well, you know what?" he asked
I decided it was safer to remain silent.
"Answer me Slut!" he yelled grabbing me by the neck and slamming me into the wall. If Dad knew what was happening right know, he would go ballistic!
End POV
But Mike didn't have a clue what was going on. In fact the very moment That Stella hit the wall he was sat in the Armstrong household, drinking a cup of coffee and laughing.
