64. Stella goes after Drake and Olivia.
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Stella texted TJ and then Cash.
This is Stella, hiding at Drake's new house. Olivia kidnapped him, he is with her now, I'm hiding in pantry, can't talk now. Send help please!
Cash texted her back.
Get out, I will call the police, go now. Stella do it now!
She sighed. She gripped the scissors.
She left the phone in the closet. She snuck out and looked for Olivia.
She heard them talking in the last room.
Drake was naked. Olivia had put the gun down on the floor.
Drake kissed her and took her to his bed. He gave her a drink.
She drank it back.
" You remembered how I like my drink," she kissed him.
Stella crawled into the bedroom. She groped for the gun.
Olivia suddenly got up to shut the door.
Stella was hiding under the bed.
She thought back to a time in her youth, she was 13. She had hidden under her brother's bed. Drake and David were talking about a girl named Clara Reed.
She wasn't able to get the gun.
She felt the bed go up and down as they had s*x above her.
It seemed to go on forever.
Stell had enough. She crawled out. Gripping the scissors, she rose above Olivia.
She silently held those very sharp scissors to Olivia's scrawny neck.
Olivia felt the cold sharp object on her neck. She was breathing hard as her pleasure turned into pain.
Drake scooted out from under Olivia.
Stella's eyes were wild. She told Olivia. "You took so much from me already. Now...it's your turn to lose, you will lose everything."
She Pushed the sharp edge into Olivia's neck. A small cut appeared with blood oozing out.
Drake didn't stop her.
" Kill her Stella." Saying the opposite of what he wanted her to do, it was their code.
He said this, knowing this would stop her.
Stella moved back then. Drake pulled her away. His groin was wet from having s*x with Olivia.
He said,"This time I did it for you my love."
She nodded and threw a pillow at him. " Clean her off of you, now!"
He grinned. "Yes maam." he saw fire in her eyes.
Olivia rolled off the bed and ran for the gun. She cried out.
" I'll kill you both for this!"
Drake pushed her down roughly and kicked the gun under the bed.
Olivia jumped up, she ran out, naked. The police were coming in. They tackled her and held her down.
" Go, check the other rooms." said the seargent.
Drake heard them.
" In here. Last bedroom." He called out.
The officer held his gun on them.
" Drake Palmer?" He asked him.
" Yes, I'm the home owner, this is my fiancé Stella Calloway." He smiled.
" I like it better than Miller dear." He said.
She nodded. She thought about that. She wasn't really a Miller, she was her own person wasn't she.
The officer put his gun away. I need a statement from both of you. She nodded....
" Well, I was going to kill her, but when Drake told me to do it, I knew I would do the opposite of what he told me to do." She timidly held those sharp scissors.
The officer put his hands out.
" I'll take those...please." He said.
Stella gave her statement then went into the pantry and got Drake's phone. She called Cash.
" We are okay. The police are here." She said.
" Are you hurt, or is Drake hurt?" He asked.
" Well, she made him have s*x with him, I was hiding under the bed, then I jumped up and...well I almost slit her throat, I was so angry at her, for Drake, for my leg and all." She admitted.
Cash grinned. " You did good, you saved him. That's rich!" He started to laugh.
" I miss that laugh, Cash I want to be with you when I come to Florida, you first. I miss you my love." She admitted.
He smiled. " Yes, I would like that very much." He said.
" Oh, I gave TJ permission to go after Kira. She's so lonely Cash, I didn't know you were, you know faithful to me." She smiled.
He sighed." I only want you Stella. You are my girl. I love you baby girl." He said softly.
She blushed. "Tell the boys I'm coming. " She hung up.
Drake was looking for her. She was in the pantry.
She handed him his phone. She looked flushed.
" Who...oh never mind. One of the boys right?" He guessed.
" Yes." was all she said.
" Remember, when you are with me you are only with me, don't flirt with my cousins please." He pulled her close.
" We need to shower that b***h off of you please." she said angrily.
They finished up with the police and watched as they hauled Olivia off to jail in hand cuffs.
Stella turned on the shower and helped get Drake undressed.
" Drake are you okay, this might be traumatizing for you, I mean she basically raped you my love." She said.
He lowered his mouth to hers.
" We will not be using the guest room ever again." He said.
" Let's turn it into a weapons room. You know guns, knives, more guns." She said.
He smiled. " I told you to leave, I would have subdued her, eventually, I was getting there." He said brows furrowed.
" I couldn't stand it anymore, the last time I hid under the bed it was when I was 13 and you were talking to my brother about Clara Reed." She said.
" I had a flashback and just pounced on her. Sorry." She said.
He was scrubbing Olivia off of his skin. She noticed he had washed the same spot roughly several times. He was traumatized.
" Give me that." She took the wash cloth.
She gently washed him. Very slowly. She was trying to replace the bad memory with a good one.
He had tears in his eyes.
" Stella you could have died." his tears mixed with the hot shower running down his face.
She said,"I think it's not my time to die, you know when I was thrown off of Cupcake-rest in peace sweet horse,"she added.
" I was there for days, then when Olivia beat me up. I was actually dead.
I saw my aunt Stella, my uncle Dean. She told me it wasn't time, not my time.
Drake when we were together before, it wasn't our time, we needed to learn what love is, what it really is.
Drake, I wanted to die when you rejected me. Now I want to die to protect you. I would, I would do it, I swear it." She said softly.
Drake said," I'm not worth it. What I did to you. I broke your heart, I'm so sorry.
I will never break it again. I was, hold on." He had to compose himself...."I was afraid when I told you all of that stuff on the phone, you know...she made me break up with you again.
I was praying you wouldn't believe me. I was so nervous." He said holding her under the cascading water.
" I was confused, but you told me things that made me think that you were in trouble, like going on vacation. Never! Not with your aunt so ill." She assured him.
He picked her up and took her to his room upstairs. She was wrapped in a soft white towel.
She saw the beautiful ocean from a huge glass wall.
" It opens to a large deck." He smiled.
" Then this is the room you chose for me right?" She said.
He nodded.
" I love this Drake."
He showed her a few more things, a picture of her horse on the wall. A new pair a silk pajamas.
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