Look After You {Sequel To Lost In Stereo}

Chapter Sixteen-Million

"Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall." -Jodi Picoult


There's something weird about the way authors work. They get you in this weird emotion where your hearts pounding and awe mixes with hope, happiness and excitement that twirls around you making everything else in the world seem like nothing. And then they break you. They make something tragic and heartbreaking happen to end the heart pounding zeal which once filled you. They crush you.

Take Nicholas Sparks for instance. Whenever you open a Nicholas Sparks book you know someone's going to die. But the emotion that fills you as the words pour off the page and into your soul, is something you never want to end. But you know someone's going to die. And when they do, you feel like you'll read again.

Books break you more than movies. Even though with movies your watching the whole thing roll out in front of you, words change us. Words attach to our souls and linger in our heads for days. A movie could never do that to a person.

As I laid in the lounge room, watching Message In A Bottle, all I could think of was the words that had flown off the page the minute I read them. Nicholas Sparks movies touched your soul, his books were even more touching.

It's amazing how much I loved romance novels yet me myself never wanted anything like that to happen to me. Zach's lucky I even kiss him.

As if on cue my phone vibrated next to me, and only one person would be stupid enough to text me at nine forty on Saturday night. Zach.

New text from: Zach❤️
Hey😘

New text to: Zach
Hey✊😘 sup

New text from: Zach❤️
Nm, just finishing my English assignment wby?

New text to: Zach❤️
Watching movies. What else would I do on Saturday night?😉

New text from: Zach❤️
Homework?

New text to: Zach❤️
Ha no.

New text from: Zach❤️
Haha. So you doing anything tomorrow?😉

New text to: Zach❤️
Yep😉 sleeping, eating, breathing, maybe swimming, probably play piano then just for fun read the Harry Potter series

New text from: Zach❤️
Why am I your boyfriend?

New text to: Zach❤️
Interesting question, brb the sad pats coming up.

I locked my phone, staring to screen tears automatically swelling in my eyes. Garret should've have died. He finally got over Catherine and was reading to be with Theresa. And them he died. But everybody knows, when it comes to Nicholas Sparks somebody's gonna die.

"Tells, you alright honey?" Dad asked, my eyes didn't leave the screen as he walked into the lounge room.

"Garret shouldn't have died..." I muttered.

"I don't understand why you watch stuff like this. You know you'll end up in tears."

I didn't reply. I just kept watching the movie, tears in my eyes. This is why you never love someone, 'cause in the end you're broken, just like reading a book, love chances us, it lingers in our heads and stays there for days.

"Is this nearly over?" Dad asked as he sat next me.

"Yeah." I replied. "Why?"

"You can go to bed after it ends."

"I was gonna watch an affair to remember."

"Watch it on your laptop then."

"Why?"

"Because I said. So when this is over go upstairs okay."

Again I didn't reply. I just watched the movie as dad soon got up from the lounge and left. Ever since I got home from shopping with Jessie I'd found myself thinking about what Darian had said. Maybe I was being paranoid, but once your father lies to you for pretty much your whole life and then your told he's still lying, you kinda get suspicious. I wanted to ask Darian what she meant. 'Cause after all, letters were no hint. Letters to who...or from who...?

Once the credits started rolling I grabbed the remote, flicking the TV off.

I'll just text Zach...

And text Zach was what I did.




























"...I can't believe that whore!" Jessie exclaimed. I had my phone on speaker on I sat on my bed, the pink nail polish bottle open in my hand.

"What'd your dad say?" I asked generally curious on the answer.

"Nothing," Jessie sighed. "I told him I loved her."

"Why?" I asked as I started painting the pink polish on my toe nails. I hated pink. But apparently all people gave me for my birthday and Christmas was pink nail polish.

I think this polish was the one Dad's mum gave me with some other crap on my tenth birthday...

"Because," Jessie exclaimed. "I didn't want the only reason my dad dumped her to be 'cause I said I hated her. They've been dating for three months now and my dad really likes her."

"I myself probably wouldn't care." I admitted. "If my dad was dating some bitch I'd tell him I hated her."

"Really?"

"Yeah. But there's a difference. If my dad was dating some bitch, and I told him she was a bitch, he wouldn't give a damn. He'd end up finding someway to make me the bitch."

"Yeah sure. I totally believe you."

"What's the supposed to mean?"

"Your dad's cool-"

"Ahahahaha did you seriously say that?" I laughed. "You are seriously mistaken."

"No, you are mistaken." Jessie shot back.

"Yeah whatever..." I muttered. "So what are you doing?"

"Figuring out whether to tell my dad I hate the whore or not." Jessie groaned. "What about you?"

"Painting my nails."

"What?"

"Painting my nails..."

"Am I hearing things? Did Tellie Tomlinson just say she was painting her nails?"

"Yes..."

"Holy shit..." Jessie muttered. "So anyway, tomorrow is June."

"I know." I replied as I began painting my left hands fingernails. I wish I wasn't painting my nails pink, but when you run out of black what can you do?

"Guess what." Jessie continued. "On the weekend of Fathers Day, we're doing the usual go to the family cabin in Ireland, but dad's bring that whore."

"Ooh." I awed. "That's gotta suck."

"It does. I hate her and now my dad's bringing her on family stuff. I used to love the Fathers Day weekend 'cause it was the one time in the year it was just me and my dad. And now she's gonna be there."

"Ouch...."

"Exactly. What are you doing that weekend?"

"I don't know." I admitted. "Usually whenever it's Father's Day me and my dad go to Doncaster, but I don't know this year 'cause him and El are married."

"Does having a stepmum suck?"

"Um... I don't know... I don't really find it weird 'cause my dad and El have been dating since I was like two."

"Didn't they break up-

"Hey so I've gotta go now," I whispered into the phone. "Bye."

"Wait-"

But I was already off the phone. I got off my bed, walking out of my room and down the staircase, shaking my hands I did.

"...I don't know if we should tell her." Eleanor said making me stop dead in the foyer. "Especially after what she said."

"We can't not tell her." Dad replied. "She has to find out eventually."

I stood in the foyer awkwardly moving closer to the kitchen doorway but staying out of sight.

"Maybe we shouldn't keep it..." El muttered. "I can get an-"

"Don't even say it." Dad cut in. "I've already had Eidee do that, you can't do it too."

"Come on, you heard what Tellie said."

"I don't think what Tellie said one time should effect any of this."

"Lou, if she's not okay with it-"

"She can learn to deal with it. I'm not going to let one thing Tellie said change this."

"Lou..."

"Do you want this baby?" Dad asked bluntly. "'Cause I sure as hell do."

Holy.

"Of course I do." El said in the same blunt tone. "But Tellie..."

"I hope I don't come off the wrong way with this, but honestly I couldn't give a shit about one of thing Tellie said when she was pissed off. I should have another kid. I should have a little boy or another little girl who's about six or seven running around here as well... But there isn't another kid around here... And I hate thinking about that, 'cause I really want another kid, even though I told you I didn't want anymore kids, I really do."

I awkwardly leaned against the wall, my mind racing. Was El actually considering the idea of an abortion 'cause of what I said...?

"I want this baby as much you do." El said finally. "But I don't want to go through with this of Tellie's just going to be miserable about the whole thing. I don't want to be that stepmother who doesn't care..."

"I'll take care of Tellie." Dad replied, still blunt. "Come on, we already got told the chances of you get pregnant are one in a million. This is that million. This is pretty much our only chance..."

"Let's just wait 'til we're one hundred percent sure I'm pregnant before talking to her about it."

"Okay."

After that I slowly walked back to the staircase, quieter than ever. Letting what I just heard sink in.

Eleanor's pregnant...

And the only reason she wasn't happy about it, was me.


(A/N

AND YOU GUYS THOUGHT I WASNT GOING TO MAKE ELOUNOR HAVE A BABY :')

OKAY IT WAS PRETTY PREDICTABLE.

BUT ANYWAY

SORRY ITS SHORT I JUST WANTED TO END THE CHAPTER ON HERE. :)

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