Thank You El.

When we make it to the house, El briefly stops in front of the door and looks to me. Her hard glare in my direction makes me feel to under investigation. I feel like she’s trying to solve the case like she is a relationship detective. I know she just wants to help but she should know by now that I can’t function properly when people stare at me. I’ve always had a problem with being the center of attention and this isn’t helping me feel more confident going into this situation.

I turn my head to look into the window. I get the impression that somebody other than Eleanor is staring at me. Watching my every move, gauging my reactions before we even enter our house.

I’m tired of just standing here so I pull Eleanor’s hand off of my arm and start walking towards our front door. I pull on the knob expecting it to be unlocked, but to my surprise it’s locked.

"Could you guys please open the door? I know there’s three people in our house and it’s kind of retarded that at least the two we like and trust, won’t open the door for us." I yell rather loudly. I look to Eleanor to see if she brought her key but she’s empty-handed as well. "Why won’t they open the door?" I question. She shrugs her shoulders and turns to start walking away. Naturally, I start following her because I think she knows what she’s doing. She stops in her tracks and grabs me by the shoulders.

"Look Demetria, I love you and I know you probably are doubting yourself in your mind right now but please know that you deserve the happiness that some people may bring you. Whether it be Harry or me, I don’t care, just let yourself be happy. Stop belittling yourself and get your mother out of that big ass noggin of yours." I nod my head accepting her advice. Silently hoping that she can get us in this house so I can get my speech out clearly to Harry.

"Louis! Open this bloody door!" El pounded on the door. We still got no answer. Why won’t they open the fucking door? This is actually beginning to get me frustrated. I mean we live for here fucks sake and the three assholes inside won’t let us in.

Eleanor continues to beat at the door but I’m about damn near done with this whole thing. I put my hands in my pocket and feel some paper. I pull out the paper just to see that it’s some money. It’s about $116, which is enough for us to stay at the Motel 6 and get some food. I go up to the front door and knock four times, "we’re leaving and going somewhere else. If you want to be helpful and truthful than come to us but I’m not chasing after you nor am I going to beg you to come find me."

"Come on. I have enough for us to survive for the night. If he wants to talk then he’s going to have to come find us and do all the work." I grab Eleanor’s hand and we begin walking to this closest motel.

Notes

working hard!