Time Flies (Book 4) [l. hemmings]

Chapter 18

hi so this will be pretty serious, if you are having thoughts like Zoe did last chapter or if you're suffering from depression, or any other mental illness, like anxiety, eating disorders etc., please just talk to somebody. don't tell me it's too hard bc I've been able to!! and I know it can be hard for most people but I know you can!! I know what it's like to talk about personal mental illness!! please just get help it's the best thing for you I promise it feels so much better when you're able to talk to somebody about what's going on or how you feel.

this isn't coming from some adult who's like "just talk to somebody dammit" I'm just a teenage girl who's suffered for years and I really just want you to know it's ok to get help

please promise me you'll think about what I'm saying alright??

ok now here's the update for you I seriously love you all

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Michael's P.O.V.

I walk beside Luke, who has Carly up on his shoulders and I have Ella on mine.

"Ella, sweetheart, stop hitting me." I mutter.

"Michael, keep your kid under control." Luke chuckles.

"Oh shut up, Luke." I reply.

He rolls his eyes, "At least my kid isn't hitting me."

"Whatever." I mumble.

"Daddy! Put me down!" Ella exclaims.

"Okay, relax." I mutter, lifting her off my shoulders.

"Hand!" She exclaims, reaching up for my hand.

I take her little hand in mine and she smiles up at me.

"See, Michael, you're doing fine with her." Luke tells me. "She loves you."

"Just because she loves me doesn't mean I'm raising her well." I sigh.

"Your daughter is perfectly fine I don't understand what is wrong."

We both look down at Ella who's continuously poking Luke's leg.

"She's fine." Luke chuckles.

"Ella, stop poking him." I mutter, pulling her away.

He sighs, "I don't know why you worry so much."

"Because she's my baby girl and I don't want to fuck up!" I groan.

"Daddy, you said fuck, that's a bad word." Ella says.

"Yes sweetheart, I know, I'm sorry." I mutter. "Wait, Ella don't say that!"

"But you said it!" She whines.

I pick her up and sigh, "I'm an adult, you're still little, you can't say that."

"But I'm a big girl!" She exclaims.

"Ella, please, baby girl-"

"I'm not a baby!" She sniffles.

"Don't cry." I groan, "El, I'm sorry. You're not a baby."

"You said I'm a baby.." She cries.

"Fuck, Luke, help me." I mutter.

"Bad word!" She exclaims though her tears.

"We're back at yours, just go distract her with toys." He replies, as he continues walking home.

"Well fuck you too!" I call.

"Daddy!" She sobs.

"I know, bad word, I'm sorry!" I groan as I bring her inside.