The Sad Hybrid {{Melon x Reader}}

Chapter 27

I spend the next whole class thinking about what happened a couple of minutes ago. He reminded me of Danny. Disrespectful… and… a bastard.

But at the same time… his gentleness reminded me of Melon. His actions were soft and caring. I could even say that Melon lacked those manners.

What was it with me getting my teachers… Melon, despite his young age, was still my teacher. Mr. Phil was also my teacher, being in his 30s or 40s. What was it with me being the main object for guys. I knew that I was a slut… but do I really deserve this?

I thought about how much I missed Melon. I missed his cold and murderous expression. How he stood up for me when Danny bothered me, but then again, he was a criminal.

If only a miracle happened and I saw him today. Then I decided to visit the fast food place after school. Did I have an appetite? Not at all. I just wanted to remember what it was like.

***

I walked inside the building and saw my usual spot unoccupied so I went there and sat down.

“Oh, fancy seeing you here Y/n.” A very familiar voice said as I was pulling out my purse from my bag. I looked up to see, none other than Danny himself.

I gave him an awkward smile and said, “Yeah… I haven’t come here in a while have I…”

Danny took a seat next to me and looked at my hands on my desk. He slowly placed a hand on mine and gently turned my head to look at him and said, “I missed you so much.” in a low and husky voice as he leaned closer and pressed his lips onto mine.

I quickly pushed him off and moved away and said, “Stop. I have someone I like.” He grabbed my wrist and moved closer to me completely ignoring my comment.

“I have someone I like as well, and that someone happens to be you, Y/n.” He said as he leaned in for another kiss. I could feel my face heat up in embarrassment as other customers in the building watched us and whispered.

Why…

Why…

Why…

Why does everything have to be like this? Why do I have to live like this? Why did I choose this path? Why do I desire my mother and father’s presence right now?

My hands were pinned to the seat by Danny’s single hand as his other hand started traveling up my turtleneck. I tried struggling and breaking free but it was no use. I was helpless. What else did I expect…

I opened my eyes and saw a familiar face look down at me with disappointment. My eyes pleaded for him to help and get this man off of me. Suddenly Danny got yanked off of me and I back away from the both of them.

“This is such a bother.” Mr. Phil said, pushing his glasses up.

“I didn’t know a slut needed 2 guard dogs!” Danny shouted as he spat at me. I didn’t react. All I was feeling was fear and terror at what I was about to face.

“I’m her professor.” Mr. Phil said calmly. Why… why did this remind me of the first time? He let go of Danny and Danny left the fast-food place without hesitation.

A loud sigh escaped his lips as he looked down at my trembling and helpless body. Everyone was staring at me and Mr. Phil.

Suddenly tears started streaming down my tear line and I started crying nonstop. I didn’t even make an effort to stop them. Teardrops were falling off my face, dropping to my knees and hands.

“I.. I don’t wanna live like this.” I quietly said between sobs.

I started blaming my parents and everyone for this. If my parents wouldn’t have abandoned me, I wouldn’t have lived like this. I wouldn’t have had to work to pay for my living. I wouldn’t have had to come across these criminals. I wouldn’t have had to be harassed each time I went outside. It was all my parents’ fault. I hate them!

A hand was placed on my head and when I looked up, I saw Mr. Phil through my blurry vision.

“Don’t cry over that scum. He isn’t worth it.” He said as he sat down next to me, after removing his hand from my head.

Maybe he understood… he was like Melon. He cared for and protected me. He isn’t asking for anything in ret-

“I want something in return.”

‘I want something in return…’

His words echoed in my head nonstop. Why did I ask him to help!? Why… I thought he was like Melon… or even better. I was so wrong… SO WRONG!!! He wants something in return!

He leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, “Tonight… after your performance, at Champion Cafe.” and with that he left to the counter and ordered his food. I felt my heart sink. I don’t wanna…. but I’m scared…

I quickly grabbed my bag and purse and ran out of the building, now crying even harder, wiping my tears as I ran to, who knew where.

***

I ended up sitting on a bench near the black market. The sun was still up, but the sky was slowly starting to turn orange. I was still sobbing. My vision was blurry.

Why… he knew all the places I worked at… how.. how didn’t I notice him earlier…

A click caught my attention. It wasn’t far, it was right in front of me. I slowly lifted my head up and saw Yafya holding a gun to my head. Why didn’t I care… I gave him a smile of approval.

“Shoot me..” I said as I closed my eyes, with my reassuring smile still on my face.

“Where is he?” Yafya’s voice pierced through my ears. I opened my eyes and he said, “Where is Melon.”

I quickly stood up and hysterically said, “MELON!?” making sure I didn’t mishear.

“Where is he.” He said again. I ignored his question and grabbed onto his shirt with both hands and said, “What do you mean?! Did he escape? Tell me Yafya-san!”

He pushed the gun closer to my chest but I couldn’t care less. I quickly grabbed my back from the bench and said, “I need to go! I promise we’ll meet again! I really need to go.”

I ran towards the black market without even caring about Yafya seeing me enter. I needed to find Melon. The only thought that was on my mind was Melon. He did manage to escape! This was a miracle. I didn’t care about anything in the world anymore. I needed to see Melon.

I ran through the crowd, pushing them out of my way, squeezing through the bodies. I ran to where the Shishigumi building was. He had to be there.

***

I gasped for air and started banging on the door. “Melon!” I called out. He really managed to escape. The letter I wrote had no purpose to it. Melon… Melon!

The doors opened and I saw Free’s narrow eyes look at me in disbelief.

“We aren’t helping you.” He said closing the door. So he wasn’t here…

I dropped to the ground, thinking of other places he could be at. “Wait! Free! I need his number!” I called out restlessly.

No answer.

Melon… where are you...