Look After You {Sequel To Lost In Stereo}

Chapter Twenty Five-It's Genetic

"Love is louder then the pressure to be perfect." -Demi Lovato

Sometimes there's things you want to read, but you just couldn't find the strength to go through with it. Like my mothers diary that was in my hands at this very moment. I wanted to read it so badly-but I was scared. What could lie in the pages of the old tattered book? And how did it even get here?

My finger traced along the floral patterned cover, my eyes glued to it the way Harry Potter had stared at the prophesy in Order of the Phoenix. In total awe.

I couldn't imagine what was written in these pages. What words were scrawled along the pages, what names and places could be written, what life could've my mother lived? Maybe this was nothing. Worthless words describing why my mother did what she did. But that was something I wanted to know. I wanted to know every last detail to the outfit I was wearing the day she faked her death. a Maybe it was wrong to be curious, but after all I had a right to know. She was my mother. Nobody else's-as far as I know...but who really does know, she could've gotten pregnant in prison.

My thoughts were snapped by a faint knock on the door, and I did the first thing that came into my mind; shove the book under my pillow and try and look normal.

"We're going now," El said quietly. "So bring your stuff down."

"I just need to pack a couple of things." I replied, El nodded leaving my room so I was alone. I grabbed the book from under my pillow slipping it in my bag before straightening up my beanie.

It's not like I ever packed lots of stuff whenever I went anywhere like Doncaster. I only shoved random clothes and at least two books in my Gryffindor bag and usually wore the same shoes, which was either doc martens or converse, which practically go with everything...

I kept my bag hanging on one shoulder as I walked out of my room, my phone in my hand with the usual texts from Xavier, and to my displeasure Tayla.

New text from: Tay Whore😑🔫

I heard something went down between you and Jessie... I know I've been a real bitch lately and I'm really sorry about that, but if that bitch said anything about you I will kick her ass. I promise you I will.

New text to: Tay Whore😑🔫

Why were you such a bitch to me?

New text from: Tay Whore😑🔫

I'm jealous of you.

New text to: Tay Whore😑🔫

Why?

New text from: Tay Whore😑🔫

Are you serious? you have everything!!! and that's an understatement. Like seriously I'd do anything to go on tour with one direction!!

New text to: Tay Whore😑🔫

No you wouldn't. You shouldn't really sitting in a tour bus with one direction isn't what you expect...and you have more than I do.

New text from: Tay Whore😑🔫

What do I have that you don't?

Clean wrists.

I locked my phone not wanting to text anymore. I can't believe I was back to Tayla... Ugh why must I befriend bitches?

"Tellie, move it." Dad snapped as he walked out of the room at the end of the hallway not even fully looking at me as he did.

"We don't have all day Teej," He added. I rolled my eyes sliding my phone in my pocket before turning towards the staircase and walking.

"Why are you wearing a beanie in summer?" Dad asked as he followed me down the staircase. Somehow just having him talk to me annoyed me, especially he pretty much pointed out he expected to commit suicide or something...