IN THE LONG RUN (BOOK 2 OF BAR BLUES!)

Chapter 30: Carnival...

Bobby's Pov:
My eyes couldn't help but follow her around the room. The way her body swung, the way her voice made everything seem brighter and the way her eyes focused so tightly when she was concentrating it made my heart clench in my chest. Everything was so natural yet it felt forced unlike how calm she was yesterday.

Something had happened on the mission. This mission had affected her. Her face showed no sign of discomfort or worry it was joyful and responsive yet her body was twisted and drooped. Each time she would go to move her arm it would just drop straight after. The way her bones bent when she reached was pressuring and unrelaxed making it clear to anyone who wasn't just watching her face that she was forcing herself to act okay.

My body stayed imbedded into the sofa as I waited patiently for a chance to catch her alone to talk. Layla was distracted with mixing the cake ready for dessert so I quickly grabbed Melody and pulled her away with me up to her room.

'Bobby you have a fiancé' she chuckles.

'Melody I know you and I know when your truly happy what's wrong?'
Carefully I took a seat on the velvet emerald green chair and waited for her to reply.

'Nothing Bobby stop worrying' she pushed herself up and moved towards the bedroom door, I got up and grabbed her arm tugging her back in before she could leave.

'Jesus Bobby what?' She drops onto the bed making it rattle the ground below.

I knelt infront of her and grab her hand comfortingly as I watch her eyes stare blankly at the floor. 'Melody?' I whisper running my thumb back and fourth over her hand.

'Shouldn't you be helping your fiancé in the kitchen' she forces out a laugh.
'Melody?'

She wraps her arms tightly around me and I feel tears began to trickle down my back. I rub my hand gently up and down her back waiting until she is ready to speak.

'I can't do it anymore Bobby' she croaked out in between muffles of sobs.

'Can't do what?' I pushed myself away from her and held her infront me. Tears stained her face red but as I lifted up my hand to wipe them away I felt her body go tense at the touch.
Ignoring it I replaced my hand on her forearm waiting for her to reply.

'I can't go on killing people Bobby it's too much'

'Why not stop and leave?' I asked.

'It's the only life I have ever known, I could never leave the agency no matter how much I hate it'

'You can Melody were your family now?' I smile at her as she lifts her head up to look at me. 'And I heard what you and George spoke about and I know for a fact if you left he would kill you'

Her body vibrates gently beneath my touch as a smile begins to form on her lips, making the creases around her tear dropped eyes raise.

'You know I would never leave you again Bobby?'

'I'm not going to lie to you Melody I'm still not sure yet but will get there'
Quickly changing the subject I ask 'What happened during the mission today Melody?'

Her eyes drift over to the chair I was once sat on and fall down to behind the legs holding it up.

'I'm not going to tell you everything just what happened when I got there okay?' I nodded in reply. 'I entered through the bathroom window and slid in, when I got inside it was beautifully decorated in a black and white theme. On the wall was three pictures in one of them was a picture of him and his family in front of The Eiffel Tower I saw there happy faces and I could already feel the regret beginning to sink in'

'When I went down into the basement he was stood there waiting for me and I asked him why he was so calm he said that since the day he was born everyone has being trying to kill him. I couldn't do it so I put my gun down...but once I began to walk away he said it would be easier to kill him because he was ready'

'What's wrong he said it was okay?' I asked tilting my head in confusion.

'Oh it's fine he said it was okay right Bobby? So I shouldn't worry or care right?' She grunted in reply.

'Melody you know I didn't mean it like that, yes it was the wrong choice of words but you know I didn't mean for it to come out like that. What's wrong?' I squeeze her hand again letting her know it's okay to continue.

'When I did it I realised how much I hated ripping happiness away from families and not knowing anything about why I was doing it' she sighed.

'I understand that Melody but I think there is something else, you have been doing it since the day you were born why now are you ready to leave?'

Her head dropped causing her beautifully curled red hair to fall with it blocking my view of her face. 'Melody?' I felt her body jolt and mumbles of words crawl out but I couldn't hear a word she said. 'I can't hear you sorry'

'I haven't been doing this since the day I was born' she flipped her head up in reply staring at me.

'I always thought you had, I mean we never really discussed it but you just always did it like it was a natural thing' I replied softening my tone.

'Well it isn't' she yelled. 'I wasn't born to kill people my life was actually very similar to George and Layla's before my parents were killed when I was three!' she yelled.

'Melody I'm only trying to help please remember that'

'I know I'm just not used to talking about something so personal and feelings just kinda freak me out' she chuckles.

'It's okay it does for most people'

She takes a deep breath before sitting up making my hand slide down to her knee. 'When I was was three years old me and my dad came back from the carnival it is the best memory I have from my childhood before it all came crumbling down...we got back home and in the living room was this man holding a gun to my mums head forcing her to tell him where he could find this chip. From the looks of my mum and my house they had been there for a while searching the place and beating my mum to tell them the truth but she wouldn't. My dad told me to hide in my bedroom but I could hear everything from up there. He tried to fight them off but they shot both of them leaving me an orphan at age three. I traveled from foster home to foster home for about two years when Smith recruited me for the agency'

I pulled her into me tears rolling down her face once more with each tear I hugged her deeper into body. 'It's not okay that happened and I'm sorry but thank you so much for telling me Melody'

'It's okay it felt good' her voice was weak from crying but I could hear the relief as she spoke.

'So that's why you have had enough now?' I asked.

'Yeah I should of ages ago but it may sound insane but I've never really had a chance to think about all of it properly until Mr Faux kidnapped me' she forced a chuckle out to attempt to lift the sad atmosphere but it just sounded awkward.

'It's okay it makes sense but one question why do you hate Smith though?'

'To be honest I don't actually know just ever since I was little he gave me this really dodgy vibe'

'Fair enough' I smile.

'Thanks for helping me Bobby'

I stand up and pull her with me. 'It's okay but we do need to figure out what we're going to do about your job because I'm gonna guess you can't really quit'

'Not you can't but will figure it out tomorrow I think Layla's probably going to be wondering where we are?'

'S**t yeh' he dragged her behind him down the stairs and into the living room.

Hope you liked that chapter and learning about Melody's parents and childhood.

What do you think is gonna happen with them two there becoming a bit touchy feels? 😂 ;)

Cydney

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