You & I

Chapter 16

"Chels?" I heard someone say.

"Chelsea." they repeated.

"Chelsea what the hell is going on?" they raised their voice.

I opened my eyes slowly and was met with the confused face of my dad.

"Chelsea what are you doing on the floor?" He asked, looking at me, his confused expresion still plastered on his face.

I sat up on the floor slowly and rubbed my eyes a bit mumbling a low: " I don't know..."

I didn't want my dad knowing what was going on.

He'd start going on and on about toys being better than boys -which is kind of true in this situation- and that I shouldn't be even talking to a boy and shit like that.

He'll give me an even bigger headache than I have now.

"What do you mean you don't know?" He snapped.

"Dad! I was sleeping and I woke up here! I must've fallen from my bed when I was sleeping." I said, getting frustrated.

He nodded.

"Is everything okay?"

"yes"

"You're sure?"

I groaned, "For God's sake father, I'm absolutely FINE."

I got up and made my way to the bathroom.

"Chelsea Diana Young, this isn't a way to talk to your father in." He got a bit angry.

I rolled my eyes, my back facing him, I turned around and said: "okay father."

He glared at me and got out of my room closing the door behind him.

I went into my bathroom and looked at my reflection; I was a mess, no wonder why dad asked me if everything was alright.

My eyes were puffy due to crying myself to sleep, my face was pale, my hair was a disaster itself.

I felt weak, broken and not okay.

This wasn't the girl i wanted to be.

This isn't the strong smiling girl I've always tried to be.

I looked away from my reflection and teared up, I stripped down from my clothes, slowly, weakly.

I entered the shower and sat down, under the hot water, pulling my feet to my chest, and placing my head on my knees.

I cried under the warm and hot water, trying not to make any loud sound, so my dad wouldn't doubt anything.

After what felt like an hour of crying under the shower, i got up, careful not to slip, washed my head, then my body, and closed the water before getting out, and wrapping a towel around my body.

I went inside my room and walked to my closet, the towel securely wrapped around my body.

I took some underwear from my bottom drawer, wore them, then wore a pair of jeans, a white sweater and a blac scarf.
I wore my black boots, took my bag and was going to get out of my room without taking my journal.

silly me.

I walked back to my drawer where my journal usually is, but didn't find it.

I started getting frustrated, i searched my whole room, but there was no sight of it.

I drifted off to think where was the last time I saw it, when realisation hit me like a truck, I left my journal on the table of the coffee shop yesterday.

Can I get any stupider?

MY FREAKING JOURNAL IS OUT THERE SOMEWHERE WITH GOD KNOWS WHO!

I ran out of my room, downstairs to find my dad sitting at the table in the kitchen with many papers spread all over it, he's most likely working.

"I'm gona need the car dad" I said in a rush.

"um alright when will you be back?" He asked not looking up from his papers.

"I don't know dad, I'll text you" I said before taking the car keys and running out of the house.

I drived to the coffee shop, the place where my journal most likely should be.

As soon as I arrived in front of the shop, I quickly parked the car and went inside i searched for the first employee I could find.

"hey excuse me um yesterday well I was here with uh someone and I accidentally left my book um it's my journal on the table" I said, rather quickly.

"oh yeah I recall you were here with a guy right?" The guy asked, and I nodded.

"I think he took it, I mean the guy you were with, after you ran out, he took it and left, he looked rather sad might I add" He sincerely said.

I gulped, uh oh...