Love Me {Sequel To Last Hope}

Chapter Five-Eleven Years Old

"Thank you from the bottom of my heart, from head to toe from the soul you ripped apart." - MKTO

N I A L L

"Who's idea was it to have over six kids?" Chantelle snapped. I wanted to point out it was hers but who knew how that would turn up. "I'm only counting four. We've got the young ones, Noah, and one half of the next set. Where's Bella and Jace?"

"I thought Jace was here." I admitted. "You don't think he already left for his friends do you?" She shot me a look that was shouting are you kidding me before continuing to try and figure out where in hell Bella was. Mornings seemed to always be like this. When you have six kids running around it was easy for some of them to just skip out from your sight, so Chantelle made it her business to count them. Just count them. Starting from the kitchen to the living room she would count.

"Is Bella upstairs still?" She asked. She looked flustered, tucking her hair behind her ear, flattening the skirt of her dress. "Or did miscount? I could have miscounted. I may have thought she was Uriah-why is he growing his hair that long again?"

I sighed. "He wants to be like Harry." I recited. She just groaned.

"Why not Liam? Why do they never aim for Liam? Or Clay?"

"Don't even say that name around my children he doesn't exist." I said cooly. Chantelle just rolled her eyes. "You go count again, I'll go check upstairs and if neither of us find them, mobiles." 

Chantelle nodded, and then we both split up on our own path. I jogged upstairs, and she began to walk to the kitchen. I made my way to the third floor, walking down past Uriah's room and stepping into Jace's next door. As usual, a complete mess. Chocolate wrappers and water bottles on every flat surface, CD's and records stacked in piles on the floor, clothes everywhere on the floor, hanging from his bed post, dropped under the desk and hanging from his TV. His posters where falling down again, he seemed to be taking an interest in everything that was around before he was born, Green Day and Led Zepplin and and recently, anything that had screaming in it. It had kind of made Chantelle jump when all anybody heard was screaming coming from Jace's room because usually it was just punk.

As usual, he wasn't there, the sunlight barely made it in, so as usual, everything was dank and dim and the window was open behind the curtains. It wasn't like we knew he jumped out of Windows, it's just nobody wanted to know how he didn't die every time. Or why he didn't try the front door. I didn't even know.

I just left and went to Bella's room. Bella's room was basically the polar opposite of Jace's. She seemed to embrace being the only girl and having a fascination with pastel colours and dresses.

"Are you in here Bella!" I heard a door bang, and I swung out of her room looking to the bathroom at the end of the hall. Bella was just on eleven, and being eleven to her meant she had to start acting like a teenage girl by using makeup and trying to dye her hair-neither of which she could do properly. "What have you been doing?"

"Trying to look decent." She snapped. "You may have noticed that takes a while for me." I didn't want to say that her hair looked bad because of the fact she only curled the front because she couldn't reach the back. And the lipstick was to much. It wasn't that it was one of those things where I didn't want my daughter growing up, I was fine with it, but she had no idea what she was doing and refused to let Chantelle correct her.

"Your mum made pancakes if you want-"

"No." She said bluntly. "I already ate."

"When?"

"I just did." She said. "And I don't need to eat more."

"Bella-"

She pushed past and stalked into her room, slamming the door behind her. Bella was also taking self conscious to a whole new level. Every day it was a new reason as to why she wasn't thin enough for anybody. Bella had always been a bit on the chubby side and considering she hadn't properly grown yet it wasn't like it was bad. But apparently high school girls were meant to look like beauty queens somehow. I would have turned to leave and tell Chantelle Bella was up here, but then I could make something out in the bathroom sink, a small splash of red, just a little dab glistening on the white surface.