She's Kinda Hot tho

Chapter 10:Colors of Depressed

SHEILA'S POV:

A knock on my door startled me. I quickly shoved my diary under my pillow. I raced to the door and pried it open.

"Luke, I told you-" I cut off as I came face to face with my dad. I cleared my throat. "Oh hi."

"Can I come in?" My dad asked. I moved aside immediately. He sat on the edge of my bed and patted the spot next to him. Giving him a weird look, I sat down next to him. "I... I know this can't be easy for you." He began.

"Oh. Dad really its okay." I looked away shyly. "I want you to be happy." I smiled sheepishly.

"well I know that." He hugged me warmly. "But I've asked a lot of you. I've asked you to move to another country, accept a new family, change schools..." His voice trailed off. "Your mother wouldn't have wanted any of this for you." He choked up.

"Hey shh." I rubbed his back. "No its okay. She'd want us to be happy."

"Okay." He smiled slowly. "But there's something else I wanted to talk to you about."

"And that is?" I asked.

"Luke."

My dad saying his name made my stomach drop. I knew there was a flash of red under my eyes.

"I want you to stay away from that boy." My dad said firmly. I gaped at him, eyes wide.

"Wha-"

"I don't want any arguments from you on this. Your mother and I have talked and-"

"My mother?" I practically screamed. "Liz is great, but she is not my mother!" I shouted, standing up and moving away from him quickly.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean-"

"Get out!" I yelled. He looked at me with big round eyes. "NOW!" I boomed. He stood up shakily and frowned at me.

"He's bad news." Dad said.

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HE IS." I shouted.

"Sheila please.."

"He's my brother." I muttered unconvincingly. He shook his head in a slow disapproving way. Then dad slipped out of my room, closing the door behind him. I crumbled to the floor, bawling into my arms.

LUKE'S POV:

I was awoken by the sound of yelling. It was Sheila. I jumped out of bed heading for my door when another voice made me screech to a halt.

It was Gus.

I pressed my ear to the door and listened intently. They were talking about me. She was defending me. My stomach was so nauseous.

"GET OUT!" I heard Sheila yell. I heard the sound of her door clicked closed and scrambled back into bed, afraid Gus might pay me a visit. When I heard him reach the bottom of the stairs, I returned to my door. I began to turn the knob; destination Sheila's room.

"No more late night visits." Her voice echoed in my head. I let go of my door knob slowly. I could hear her cries through my door and every sense prickled with frustration. I clenched my fists, wanting nothing more than to cross the hallway and gather her in my arms.

I sank down to my carpet, back pressed against the door. I gazed sightlessly into the darkness, lulled to sleep by the sound of her sobs.