"Liam? Did you talk to Niall?" I asked lifting my head to look in his eyes. He shook his head, "I think the boys have though." I just nodded and rested my head back on his chest. "It's just a faze, he'll get over it and tomorrow we can start search," he stroked my hair. See, Liam was so understanding, why wasn't Niall. I love Niall, but why does he have to blame everything on me? It's like his just doesn't understand the fact that I cried and cried the night she went and I blamed myself enough already. I don't want sympathy from him, just kindness and care like what a husband should give to his wife. He even said that he would never treat me like this and that all the guys who do this to girls are pricks. Well....look at him now, he's the only prick here. A tear escaped my withering eye. "He doesn't love me anymore," I whispered to myself. "Don't say that Isabell. He loves you more than anything," Liam said sitting me up, then sitting next to me. My head faced the floor as tear drops fell to my thigh making a spot in my jeans all wet. "When life goes downhill, the only way is up," he smiled and lifted my face to look into my eyes. "Thank you Liam," I croaked. "Isabell, I love you..." Liam started. WHAT! H loves me!! "We all do." Oh, okay, that makes more sense. "The boys, Ashley and even Niall. We will always be here for you," he finished. A sympathetic smile grew on his face. I hugged him tight then left the room and went to have a shower.
I sat outside the back garden and stared up into the sky. I would love to go and look for Charlotte, but I wouldn't have a clue on where to look. She could of gone in any direction for all I know. "I miss you baby," a tear streamed down my cheek. "Niall?" I heard Liam's voice from behind. I quickly wiped the tear and turned to face him. "What?" I mumbled. "You're so rude! You need to think deeper about this situation, think about the way Isabell would be feeling right now. You said you would never treat her like this Niall," he stated. He didn't sound to happy, but not mad. It was more like concern. "It doesn't count when she was the cause of all this. I'm just mad at her," I answered back. "That's where you are wrong. It's not her fault. It's nobody's fault. I'm sure if you were the one in charge of the kids and Charlotte went missing she wouldn't blame you. She's your wife, why are your life this to her?" he asked with a concerned expression on his face. I didn't answer. I just turned back around and closed my eyes as tight as I could get them. Maybe I was too stressed about this. I mean...I miss Charlotte so so much, and Isabell does too. I think I have been overthinking this, but still. NO! I can't get the boys to change my mind like that. I need to figure this out for myself and right now, I still think Isabell is to blame here. She's the one who let Charlotte out of sight.
"Hey Charlotte?" I call to her from the kitchen. I feel so bad for hitting her. I just lost control. Well, I guess I can't control myself as good as I hoped. There was no answer from her. "CHARLOTTE!" I called out again. I don't want to lose my temper again and start hitting her. I want to be a caring mother for her. I walked into the bedroom and saw her hid under the covers. "Come on Charlotte," I sighed, "You want to do something fun?" She shook her head and kept under the covers. "Awww really?" I asked disappointed. This time she nodded, in agreement to this statement. "How about the park?" I asked. Oh wait, we can't. Police or people might spot us. "When can I see my mummy?" Charlotte moaned. "You can't!" I snapped, "Just tell me what you want to do." She shook her hair once more and led down with her face away from me. I saw her shiver so I walked up to her and pulled the blankets right over her. "Here you go," I smiled. I know she couldn't see the smile, but I just felt so good for what I did.
******sorry for the crappy short chapter*******