This is Love.

Chapter 41.

Wednesday 8.55am-
Me: "I don't know what I'm gonna wear tonight, to be honest."

Indie: "I'm gonna wear a black turtle neck, blue jeans, and probably my Doctor Martins. Oh! My black cropped puffa jacket too".

Me: "I like the sound of that. Do you remember that red crop top I have, it's polka dotted, and I have to tie it up in the middle?"

Indie: "Yeah..."

Me: "I'm gonna wear that. With my black cropped puffa jacket, black jeans and my red Doctor Martins".

Indie: "Sexy mama," Indie said laughing. "I can't wait to see you beautiful, I'll probably come to yours later and we will all go together".

Me: "Yeah, definitely come over around 5pm?"

Indie: "See you at 5pm. I love you!"

Me: "5pm, I love you too".

9.37am-
After tidying up my room, I walked downstairs with plates, glasses, mugs and cutlery that I had up in my room for days.

Dad was sitting at the table, reading an online book on his Kindle. I tried to walk around him without him seeing me, but it was too late.

"Mila we need to talk."

I sighed, and gently dropped everything I was holding into the sink.

"Okay" I said, as I walked to the table and sat opposite him.

"Vera, Isla get downstairs!" My dad called out.

"No dad, please I just want to talk to you right now" I said.

It was too late, again. As I broke eye contact with my dad, I saw mum walking into the kitchen. She was wearing her brown silk dressing gown, and her matching bonnet. Tears already filled up in her eyes.

I rolled my eyes at her, giggled, and then looked down. Isla was all dressed up, and ready to go. She wore her big navy blue fur jacket, and a tracksuit underneath, with trainers.

She had a bonnet on, I assumed that she would get glam later, so she kept her look casual. It was her show tonight, so that was understandable.

Isla and mum sat down at the table with dad and I.

10.10am-
"I first, and foremost want to say sorry, sorry for not understanding you. Sorry for just going into dad mode, and blaming you for everything. I will never understand what you went through, and are still going through every single day. It is not easy, and as your dad, I cannot bare to see you go through this. You and your sister mean the world to me and if someone hurts you, they hurt me. I do not want us to not speak to each other, I do not want there to be any strife in this household. So, sorry Mila, I love you, and I am here for you. Speak to me about everything, I will not judge".

Dad's eyes start to fill with tears, I hardly ever saw my dad cry.

"Oh dad" I said , as I gave him a big hug and cried in his arms. I felt like a little girl again.

"I'm sorry too", Mum and Isla said at the same time, and  joined the hug. Isla detached herself from the hug, fixed her bonnet, and wiped down her jacket. "Okay first of all, can we stop this because I am cringing so bad, from this moment". Isla laughed and wipes her tears, "but I love you guys, Mila don't ever feel like you can't talk to me. Even if you think what you are going to say is stupid say it. I'd rather you let it out than to keep it in! I am your sister, and I will kill a bitch for you." Isla said as she wrapped her arm around me, and placed her head on my shoulder.