Bad Guy (24th Chapter )

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Melody's POV:
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"Harry, just tell me." I ask quietly, in an encouraging matter for him to start, and he nods. "I was a rebel, back in England. I used to fight a lot, illegally that is. You could say that I was a 'bad guy'. My mother couldn't afford any expenses for the house, so I had to drop out of my high school. I hated being at home from that moment; I just couldn't handle our situation. We were never rich, but not this broke either. The sight of an empty refrigerator, cut off electricity, and a sobbing mother was too much for me. I stayed out of the house, not even bothering to go back at all. Because I know if I did, I won't be able to sleep in peace. I met a few people and they saw how my anger could be channeled into something they'd like to see... something I regret every single day for committing... underground street fights are run by high rulers of the underground. You know, such as drug dealers, gamblers and so much more. They used to place bets on fighters, and the winner would collect half of the gambled profit. Back then, I found this as a sanctuary, since it granted me money... money which my mother and I need to survive. The last time I saw my mother, was the night I came to the US. She was sobbing silently on the couch, and I took a glance at her from the window. Her image was a lot to handle, but it was the only one I could have before I traveled here. Once I arrived here, I worked in some hotels, cleaning dishes and you know the rest. Later I was fired for being aggressive to the other employees, until I found this job. I saw your father's advertisement on the newspaper, and the privileges he listed were all to my advantage. I would have a place to live in instead of sleeping on any couch I might locate, food, and finally money... money that I could send to my mother. I know I have a bad history, and I can't control my anger at all, but trust me I haven't smiled as much as I am with you. Yes you piss me off, and yes you drive me crazy with your attitude sometimes, but you make me smile, you really do, Mel... Please try to understand me when I am upset, I don't mean it but at the same time I can't control it... I don't let anyone in because I know I am a bad influence. "

Throughout his entire speech, he hasn't looked at me; not even once. When he turns to stare at me, he notices the streams of tears, which are cascading slowly on my cheeks. His eyes are glossy, but not a single tear has dropped off from him. I admire his emotional strength, and I sadden from his rough experience. "Come here." He opens his arms widely, and I dive in them without any hesitation. "Please don't hate me, Mel... You stood up for me when no one has before; you even covered up for my sake, just to keep me on the safe side. You take care of me with all your heart, and I can't keep you away from me. When we fought and didn't talk for a week, I felt that I wanted to create any alibi so I could glance at your face, just for once at least... you mean so much to me, you know that? Please don't hate me for my past, I promi-..." I silence his words by placing my index finger on his lips. I sit on his lap slowly, as he stares endlessly into my eyes.

"(I whisper as I sniffle my nose) Don't say that to me... hating you is like taking a trip on a sinking ship; impossible." His eyes lighten, while his head buries in the crook of my neck; keeping his hands placed on my hips. "(His voice cracks on some parts) The sky can never touch the ground... Stop making this sound possible... You and I can never be together. Your dad, your friends, you social standard... I can't compete with tha-..." I cut him off by placing an everlasting kiss on his lips. He pulls my closer on his lap, and I tangle my hands around his neck. He's so sensitive, caring, broken, and harmed... I should have known how delectate he truly is. I promise myself that I will do whatever it takes to find out where his mother is, and help her out. As soon as my dad gets back, I will be on that jet to London.

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