Tell Me How You Love Me Now

I was sitting there for what felt like an hour or two when I hear a soft knock on the door.

“It’s open” I manage to say while I wipe some stray tears

I hear the door creak a little, signaling that it was being opened. I look up and saw Elliot walking in my room, with a glass of milk.

“Here, I just thought you’d need this” he mumbled

How did he know that milk would calm me down when I feel bad or whenever I cried?

“Thanks” I whisper as I took it from his hands “How’d you know that milk can make me feel better?” I ask curiously looking at the glass I was now holding

“I just know things. I am good in that way” he smiled “So, are you okay now? For real?” he asked as he sat on the couch across form where I sat

“Yeah, I guess.” I answer softly

“Hey, I bet he’ll call again later today” he said after a second of silence

“No, he’ll call after a long time, maybe a month. I am lucky if he calls next week” I say silently

“Oh, come on, he’s still your father. He’ll find a way. What if you tried to call him?” he tried to comfort me

“I have done that ever since I was five and all I get is an answering machine or the voice of his secretary. I gave up when I was fifteen. That’s when I realized that I should stop trying to reach him because he obviously doesn’t have time for me.” I said bitterly

“I am sure he loves you” he tried again

“Yeah, he does but I don’t feel it because he sucks in showing it” I said with a hint of resentment

Elliot sighed deeply then the next thing I know, he was sitting beside me and he was patting my back.

“It’s okay. Just think of it this way, he’s working really hard for you. For your future you know?”

After hearing that, I felt tears in my eyes again. But I didn’t want all the money and riches. I need my father! I need him back. I can’t believe that I am being comforted by Elliot, the person I have hated ever since meeting him yet he was being nice about all of this. I started to weep again and I feel him slowly putting my head on his shoulders. He held my hand and squeezed it every now and then.

“It’s okay. It’ll all be fine” he would whisper as I cry like a child

I cannot believe that he was soothing me now. He was the last person I thought who would understand and not laugh at me. I thought that by knowing this, he would tease me about it and then leave me to cry myself. But no, he was being a gentleman about it. He set aside all the rude things I told him and he comforted me.

Elliot can be a complete ass but he can also be an absolute gentleman.