Chapter 125

"I attempted to smother Tate in his sleep with a pillow." She says, shifting her weight to her other leg. "I got a month down there because I almost did. I felt like a dog when they put me down there, only bringing me out on the nights the octagon was open or to feed me if they thought I was being good." Her fist ball by her sides. "It's over now." Is all I can provide. It's all I know to say. "Not for me, Ronnie. Tate might be dead but he's still alive in my memories. He'll always be." Stella replies. Her eyes appear glassy, but not a single tear falls from her eyes. I don't reply, I merely draw her in for the briefest of hugs that Stella allows me. She clutches back at me softly, before releasing me. "But at least I know he can't hurt me anymore. And not any of those girls either." She juts her chin at the doors. "Come on," I urge gently. With our combined strength, we pry the old doors open. Stairs lead ominously into pitch blackness. Stella ge