Love Me {Sequel To Last Hope}

Chapter Eighteen-Diaries

"Children must be taught how to think, not what to think." - Margaret Mead

T E L L I E

Eleanor nearly went into shock I think. She was shocked that Dad had started talking to me. I was too I guess. It was almost okay. I think the main problem was trying to figure out what had happened to Bella. I had been sure that she would have been back by now. But she wasn't. And so I sat up until midnight drinking tea and watching movies and just thinking.

Nobody had said it, but it was silently decided when nobody could find any sign of her, that maybe, just maybe, she had been kidnapped. The idea was haunting me. Things like that weren't meant to happen to people I knew. I had always heard about those things, on the news, in school, but it had always felt like such a distant thought. It wasn't meant to happen to anybody I actually knew.

I drank more of my tea, and I stared at the T.V. I wasn't really watching the movie. I couldn't remember what I was even watching. I could hear footsteps upstairs, and I just drank more tea.

"Tellie!"

I drank more tree, listened to footsteps on the staircase before I turned to look out the doorway to watch Dad walk downstairs looking uncomfortable as ever. Everybody else has gone to bed hours or go.

"El needs you know..." He trailed off. He pushed his hair back, biting his lip as I stared in confusion. "You know... I hate you. Tampons, pads any of that stuff do you have any?"

"No."

"You have none?"

"Nah. I bled last week. I ran out and didn't bother getting more." I admitted. I looked back to the TV.

"Are you dressed?"

"I'm in pyjamas? What does that have to do with pads or tampons?"

"Because now I have to go buy some and your coming because I don't know what I'm doing." He said. I groaned. "Last time I had to buy that stuff on my own you threw them back at me and screamed do you not know how much blood there is I'm not messing up again."

I groaned again.

Dad made me go with him, and I was almost glad he did because he seemed to have no idea about pads or tampons still. I hated walking in the tampon section with my father. I swear to god he looked like the things could kill. Even now. The man was in thirties.

"You've been buying them since I was Eleven." I snapped dully. "Can't you like, remember the colour-oh look they changed the colour of the thins. Never mind."

"Can you just get whatever works I want to sleep." He snapped.

"It's not my fault your wife ran out and forced you to go buy them. Why did you she buy them?"

"She's in the same situation you had the last time I had to buy these things."

"Oh."

"Hurry up."

I sighed. I had my hands in my pocket, because naturally it was cold at this time is the morning. I couldn't believe I was actually in some store buying tampons at twelve thirty in the morning. I grabbed a box abs kept walking.