“Stella, will you pass us those books please?” Eddie Books call was muffled; he was on top of a ladder with a pile of books stacked up in front of his face, he was having difficulty holding them. He looked at his daughter Stella, who was underneath dreaming, doodling in her notepad.
“Stella!” He yelled as books fell from his hand onto the floor.
CRASH!
“What is that noise?” A female voice screeched, seconds later a face matching the voice appeared. She could have been an attractive woman, yet she wore far too much make-up, her clothes were tight, exuding her curves to the point that she may burst. She had evil eyes and wore an evil smile, extended by the fact she had only had her fillers put in that morning.
To Stella this was her daily nightmare, her stepmother Millie.
Stella looked up, as if she had only heard him for the first time. “Sorry.” she mumbled.
Standing up she reached for the pile of books labelled ‘children’s’. She pulled one out and smiled, Cinderella, her favourite fairytale.
Millie snatched the book out of her hand. “You should be helping your father.”
Stella looked her in the eye, then bowed. She was not brave enough to answer back.
Eddie sighed from above; she was always in her own little world, and Millie and her daughters Carmel and Baker were always picking on her.
Climbing down the ladder to pick up the fallen books, he clasped Stella’s shoulder reassuringly and said; “Stella love please can you stop dreaming for once and help me get the books out, the shop opens in a few hours.”
She smiled and closed her notebook “of course dad.” She bent to the floor and cleaned up.
Millie put a possessive hand on Eddie, “Me and the girls are getting our things unpacked then are going shopping.”
Eddie; “Ah excellent idea, we will need some food.”
Millie made a dramatic sigh, “No you idiot, clothes shopping, the girls need to get ready for their first day at sixth form. I can’t have them going in last seasons wear.”
Eddie shook his head; “But Millie, I just spent lots of money buying the shop, can’t your shopping trip wait until we see how business is doing.”
He knew it was a useless plea, Millie Books nee Witchan seemed to put a spell on him the first time he saw her and had done ever since. Ever since his wife had died, he wanted a figure for
Stella, his quiet and beautiful Stella who didn’t know what a wonder she was.
Millie patted his shoulder patronisingly; “Well then you will just have to work harder to make profit first time.”
She turned on her heel and left, she never spent too much time with them unless it worth her while. However that was the way Stella liked it, just her and her dad.
He sighed and shook his head, “We better get a move on then.”
“Stella!” He yelled as books fell from his hand onto the floor.
CRASH!
“What is that noise?” A female voice screeched, seconds later a face matching the voice appeared. She could have been an attractive woman, yet she wore far too much make-up, her clothes were tight, exuding her curves to the point that she may burst. She had evil eyes and wore an evil smile, extended by the fact she had only had her fillers put in that morning.
To Stella this was her daily nightmare, her stepmother Millie.
Stella looked up, as if she had only heard him for the first time. “Sorry.” she mumbled.
Standing up she reached for the pile of books labelled ‘children’s’. She pulled one out and smiled, Cinderella, her favourite fairytale.
Millie snatched the book out of her hand. “You should be helping your father.”
Stella looked her in the eye, then bowed. She was not brave enough to answer back.
Eddie sighed from above; she was always in her own little world, and Millie and her daughters Carmel and Baker were always picking on her.
Climbing down the ladder to pick up the fallen books, he clasped Stella’s shoulder reassuringly and said; “Stella love please can you stop dreaming for once and help me get the books out, the shop opens in a few hours.”
She smiled and closed her notebook “of course dad.” She bent to the floor and cleaned up.
Millie put a possessive hand on Eddie, “Me and the girls are getting our things unpacked then are going shopping.”
Eddie; “Ah excellent idea, we will need some food.”
Millie made a dramatic sigh, “No you idiot, clothes shopping, the girls need to get ready for their first day at sixth form. I can’t have them going in last seasons wear.”
Eddie shook his head; “But Millie, I just spent lots of money buying the shop, can’t your shopping trip wait until we see how business is doing.”
He knew it was a useless plea, Millie Books nee Witchan seemed to put a spell on him the first time he saw her and had done ever since. Ever since his wife had died, he wanted a figure for
Stella, his quiet and beautiful Stella who didn’t know what a wonder she was.
Millie patted his shoulder patronisingly; “Well then you will just have to work harder to make profit first time.”
She turned on her heel and left, she never spent too much time with them unless it worth her while. However that was the way Stella liked it, just her and her dad.
He sighed and shook his head, “We better get a move on then.”
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