Daddy Calls

eleven

Chapter 11.
Ella's point of view

My phone started to ring on my nightstand making me jump slightly. With confusion on my mind I reached over to collect it placing my book down in process. Once in my palm I was a little surprised the name plastered onto my device.

With a quick swipe I pulled the phone to my ear. I could hear his breath, it was shaky. He didn't speak a word to me though. I sat back onto my bed's headboard before deciding to say the first word.

"Harry?" I questioned. I could hear a light chuckle and it sounded almost sad, like he didn't know what else to do but to laugh. "Harry are you okay?" I ask out.

"No, I'm fucking not." The words snapped back at me. In my head I tried to think of a fast-enough comeback like, 'don't you swear at me' or 'what is wrong with you?'. They all seemed like bad responses in all honesty. "I fucking hate my life." He laughed afterwards.

"No, you don't." I reply. I knew he didn't. He loves his kids, he adores them. They are his world, he is always so happy around them.

"You have no idea. You are so young, you don't understand shit." I sat up to this response and frowned. Is he for real? Did he really say I knew nothing, that I am young? I am fucking seventeen I know my shit. I'm actual almost eighteen for fucks sake.

"I actually do Harry. Don't think I don't" I challenge.

"You wish you did. You have no idea what is going on in my life Elouise. My fucking wife is a bitch, we are getting a divorce." I chocked on nothing but air. Is he joking? A divorce, like a real divorce, none of this bullshit that's been happening.

"What?" I said confused. I knew Madison was hard but what on earth. She was divorcing him, or was it the other way around? Who cares, he was getting a divorce and out of all the things I could be thinking about, I was thinking about us.

How we could be if she was out of the picture. If we could be together? I know it would never happen, it's almost disgusting to think about, but kind of hot. I mean look at him, he is actual beauty.

"She fucking cheated on me. You know who told me? My children told me not her that fucking-" Before he got himself more worked up, I cut him off.

"Harry. Breathe please, calm down." I was honestly worried at this point. He was going to blow, he needed to be able to stay somewhat calm, I mean honestly, I should help him smash all the photos and break the tables and chairs, but he had his children there. They couldn't hear this, it would hurt them.

"Don't tell me to calm down Ella. I'm in pain, I'm hurting so bad. You have no idea how long I have loved her for and for nothing. All for fucking nothing." His voice began to raise again. "Every hug to every kiss to the fucking kids, nothing. She didn't want nothing." He yelled.

It hurt me to only be able to hear this through the phone. It was painful and I recon if anyone was to hear this, they would think the same thing. It was pain, pure pain. I looked over at the time, it was almost 7pm. I just ate dinner and finished putting my new clothes from today away.

I could always tell mum and dad I was going to Harry's. That he needed me to watch the kids for a few hours while he went out with friends and his now soon to be ex-wife. He might want some company right now, he probably needs it.

"Harry, did you want me to come over?" I asked. I knew he would probably say no but it was always worth a shot. But I knew if I went over his anger would be though the roof and it'll probably scare me. But it's okay because I know he wouldn't mean to take it on me.