"It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not."
- Andre Gide 'Autumn Leaves'
POV: Stella
After Grammy took me back to the packhouse I went to my bedroom to get dressed for dinner. I'm all gross from travel and everything. I have about thirty minutes to get ready so I take a fifteen-minute shower. It was quite refreshing. I walk out of the bathroom and into my bedroom only to find mom is there. What does she want this time?
She doesn't say a word and just grabs my already bruised wrist suddenly and twists it causing me to yell out in pain. "Shut up you brat. They will hear you!" She yells at me. She releases my wrist and I fall back on the floor. I hold my wrist which is now throbbing in pain. It's beginning to swell and turn purple. I think she actua
