Sheo Forever

Chapter 37 - Mad

Theo pov –

After a quick five minute shower, I get out and dry myself. I pull on my boxers and a pair of grey sweats, seeing as I have nothing planned for the day. I walk out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

I walk over to Shailene after chucking a shirt on. “Good morning, baby,” I say, leaning down to kiss her. Her legs are hanging off the side of the bed, while she is sitting up.

“Don’t you ‘good morning, baby’ me,” she spits, angrily. She moves herself away from me so I can’t kiss her.  

“Umm, what?” I am totally confused. Did I do something during the night?

Shai ignores me and heads into the bathroom.

I stand at the end of the bed, waiting for her to come out, my mind going a thousand miles an hour. Did I hurt her? Why is she in a shitty moo- Oh, it’s her time of the month… I see. I’m not in trouble, haven’t done anything wrong.

After a quick shower, she comes out, and I stand up, causing her to nearly run into me. She stops herself a step away from hitting me. I put my hands on her hips, squeezing lightly.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask, acting like I don’t know.

Stupid Mother Nature! Making girls moody as hell!

“Stop,” she says, shaking her head. “Get off me. Don’t even talk to me right now.”

Instantly, my arms drop from her side and I stare at her in shock and confusion. Don’t even talk to her? That’s the worst thing she has said to me….ever.

Shai walks around me, grabs one of her hoodies and then walks downstairs. Of course, I follow her.

“Shailene,” I plead as we both walk into the kitchen, me following her.

She ignores me and gets some breakfast out for herself.

“Shai? What’s the matter?” I beg. Maybe this is more than her time of the month.

She ignores me, yet again.

I grab Shai by the waist and bring her into my body. I wrap my arms around her tightly and she starts thrashing. “Shailene.” I say quietly. “Talk to me. What’s the matter?” I take one hand from around her waist and use my fingers to guide her head to look at me.

Tears well up in her eyes, but she ignores them, and keeps thrashing against my arms.

My grip doesn’t falter and she tries and tries again. “Please, baby. Talk to me,” I say, pleading her to communicate with me. I need to know what is wrong. I need her to talk to me.