They were all lies

6|Warmth

¤MELANIE¤

I walk into the slytherin common room, hyperventilating. I tried to keep my composure when I was walking away from him, but as soon as I turned the corner I broke down. I can't believe he said that, then agian, he's Apollo. He dosen't care about anyone but himself, and he certainly dosen't give a shit about me he made that crystal clear. As soon as the portrait door opens, Reggie jumps off the leather couch, almost knocking over Sev, who was reading a book. 

"Mel! H-" I don't here the rest of his sentence, I run away to my dorm. I share a dorm with Bella and Cissa, neither of which are present thank god. I muffle my cries into the silk green pillow. I can taste my salty tears in my mouth. I lay there, trying to get myself distracted. I need to think about something, anything but him. Unfortunately, my mind picked the second most painful memories of my life. 

     ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ 16 years ago ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤

"What do you think you're doing!"

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" Thumps, cries, shouts. Pictures thrown, papers ripped, hair ripped out. Every weekday was the same, and every weekend was even worse. The fights between mummy and daddy got so bad that our family house elf, Lacey, had to lock me in my room ever night. By the time I was eight, I learned to pick the lock in my room, watching the fights. Perhaps, if I wasn't so open to violence like this at such a young age, I wouldn't have fallen for him. Perhaps, if I never learned how to pick the lock, I wouldn't have known what happened on that treacherous night. The cuts in her arms, the pool of blood under her. She survived, thank god but- the scars never left. Daddy never left either. They simply forgot that it even happened, acted as though the sleepless nights never occurred. And little eight year old me was confused. They tried to tell me that they were sorry, that they would never fight agian. But I knew that wasn't true, and I was right. The fighting continued, their voices becoming lower as they got older. Until finally, they both had enough. Mummy and Daddy live in separate houses, millions of miles away from eachother. I live with mummy during the school months, and daddy during the summer. Which, I think isn't really far because most of my school months are spent at school. I've lived through hell, time and time agian. My parents, Apollo. And the monsters never really leave. There are many people like me, who have escaped hell or their own monsters. But, those people never talk about it and nothing much bothers us after that. Perhaps, if I wasn't so open to bad love like this, I wouldn't have gone chasing bad love like that. I wouldn't be so clingy towards Reggie. When you're not fed love in a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off of knives. 

¤¤¤¤¤ Present ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤

"Mel?" I jump up off my bed, relaxing as I see Reggie standing at the door frame. 

"What's wrong?" He says, concern written all over his face. 

"I'm fine, everything's fine." I deny, taking my pillow and hugging it agianst my chest. 

"Don't lie." He says, stepping closer to me. He sits down on my bed, the mattress sinking under his weight. I stare into his eyes, his face, his perfect curls. Why does he want to be with someone like me?

"I-" I stutter, not knowing what to say. What would someone say in a situation like this? 

He brings one of his hands up to my face, brushing my hair back behind my ear. 

"Your eyes." He says randomly. I raise my eyebrows. 

"Your eyes hold everything I thirst for." He chuckles lightly, laying down on the bed next to me. He lightly touches my arm- lightly touches, not grabs- and pulls me down beside him. I lay my head on his chest, breathing in his expensive cologne. 

"You need to let it go, Mel." He says, stroking my hair. 

"But- what if I fall?"

"Oh but darling, what if you fly?"