"And how about the two of you girls?" Stella questioned.
Lily made a sewing motion with her hands and Alex said that she could cook and clean.
"Can you cook better than Vincent?" Stella asked Alex.
" I could try." Alex mumbled.
"Then you can cook breakfast tomorrow with him and then we shall see who's better." Stella stated.
Vincent nods looking at her
Jackson finished and we thought to wash his dish
"It's getting late, Alex you do the dishes. The rest of you may go to your rooms for the night." Stella said as she stood up and began to walk to her room.
Alex got up and began to collect the dishes. She watched Stella walk to her room as she washed them in a sink. While she dried them with a towel she began to plan.
Lily got up and went to the basement.
Vincent staid behind and watched Alex
Jackson went to his room
"What do you want," Alex mumbled to Vincent as she stacked the last dish back on to the shelf.
"I'm watching you Alex don't do anything that your planning" he warns
" I haven't planned anything yet, but when I do I'll make sure your the first to know" Alex said sarcastically as she walk toward the basement door. " Good night mr body guard" she mocked as she closed the basement door behind her.
"such a brat" he says heading to his room to sleep
Jackson was asleep
Stella sat down beside her bed. She reached under it and pulled out a metal brace for her leg. She didn't like to wear it but she knew now that she needed to monitor her new staff, she would have to. The truth was that it wasn't the brace itself she didn't like, it was that she felt so defenseless wearing it. She leaned it up against a wall and changed into shorts and a t-shirt. She sat on her bed for a wile just looking at her scar.
Vincent knocked on her door "Miss Rose are you alright" he asks concern in his voice
"I'm quite alright, thank you" Stella paused " You can come in if you want." She said as she covered her leg.
He walked in "I since that you were fighting with something' he says
"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you mean." Stella replied.
"your fighting with yourself whether to wear the brace or not" he says he then sighs "do what you must to keep order don't see your leg as a weakness" he says before Leaving
Stella turned off the light and lay in her bed and just thought about things, her leg mostly. How was she supposed to not see it as a weakness. That's exactly what is was. She can't do anything that she uses to. Her leg was almost unless. The only reason the doctors didn't do anything to it was because she could still feel it. They told that she would have a limp for the rest of her life and the pain was most likely in her head. They called her crazy to her face, but she knew she wasn't.
Vincent fell asleep his room but that didn't mean his guard was down he was always on alert
That night Stella tossed and turned. Every time she closed her eyes she imaged herself walking into her brothers room, seeing her little brother with a blank look in his eyes and that mad man standing over him. She lost a part of herself that night and she knew it. She got up and grabbed her cane. She took the spare key out of her desk and walk down to the end of the hall. Stella stood for a moment before realizing she didn't have enough courage to go in. So, she went to the pantry to get the liquid version of courage. Wiskie.
Stella took a few swigs before unlocking the door and walking in. Her cane making quite clicks as it hit the floor.
Vincent got up hearing sounds he headed out into the Hall seeing Stella he walked to her "is everything alright miss Rose" he asks looking at her concern in his voice
She took a finger off the now almost empty bottle of booze "That's where I found him" she said in a drunken slur while she pointing into the empty, dark room. She knew that he would have no clue what she was talking about but she was to drunk to notice.
Vincent was confused "found who" he asks walking to her