Octavia was crying again in her room, crying how her dad hated Stella more then he loved her, her feather like hair was messy, her glowing hot pink eyes sad. Poor girl.

A gentle knock was heard on her door, you were a maid/butler of the house and always heard her cries “Go the fuck away,” Octavia said with a sniffle and broken voice, of course you didn’t listen, and barged in.

“I said go the fuck away!” Octavia screeched as she buried herself under her blankets to hide her tear stained face.