The Pool Boy >> Styles

Alien.(31st Chapter)

Melody's POV:
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"Sit." My dad commands in anger and frustration. I slowly sit down on a chair, while he paces behind his desk. He can't speak, and neither can I; the only voice audible is his pacing Italian shoes. "Tell me that did not happen. Tell me that wasn't my daughter kissing the life out of a ... a pool boy!" He pounds his hand on the desk, making me whimper with dread. "How can I fix this!? How? I should have known that boy was no good to be around here!" I find the courage in me to speak, but my voice betrays me; making me sound squeaky:"Please don't fire him..."He shoots his eyes into mine, and I stare at my feet like a murderer on trial. "I can't believe that you have the nerve to say this to me right now." Stay quiet Melody, I keep telling myself.

After what seems to be a year of silence, my dad sits on his desk chair, and huffs his breath. "The only way I could hide this scandal, is by speeding up the engagement..." What engagement? He's getting engaged? Why don't I know about this!? "I haven't told you about this, because I knew you needed time to give me an answer. You leave me with no choice rather to force you to agree, now. In two days, you'll be engaged, and all this will disappear... you shouldn't have done this, Melody. You're practically forcing me to push you into a commitment... Let's just hope Benjamin will agree on the speed up." My face cannot describe my feeling, even if I tried. I'm getting forcefully engaged? My dad must be scaring me so I could apologise."Dad, I'm sorry but please this joke isn't funny..."

He stares at me like I am an alien, and the reality slaps me awake. "Philip will be pleased to know that you agreed fast. If you want to save your pool boy from being on the streets, then you'll agree. You did this to yourself; you made me notice how irresponsible you are by even thinking that he is match to your standards... I hate that you're forcing me to do this, but it is the only way for him to maintain his job and for me to be less intense about you. You made me lose all of the trust I had for you... how could you ever think that a low class prick could be with you? Have you slept with him?" My eyeballs want to roll over the ground, from what my dad said. "Say whatever you want dad, I won't get engaged to Philip! I don't care about all of this expensive life that you made me dive into anymore! You can take it all and leave me with Harry." My yells betray me and crack in the end, making my dad stiffen.

"Where is my daughter and what have you done to her? He manipulated your mind didn't he? That gold digging son of a-..." I cut him off and scream: "DO NOT FINISH THAT! I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU ARE MY FATHER! YOU ARE FORCING ME TO GET ENGAGED FOR WHAT REASON? JUST BECAUSE I DECIDED TO HAVE FEELINGS FOR THE PERSON HE IS, AND NOT HIS WALLET?! I NEVER THOUGHT THAT YOU WOULD BE THIS CRUEL... NEVER." My dad reaches his hand up high, and I close my eyes to prepare myself for a painful slap. When I open my eyes, his eyes water in disappointment, and he realizes what he was going to do. His hand lowers back down, and he whispers:"Get engaged, or make Harry homeless... you choose."

I walk out of his office, and my mind swings me out of conscience. Albert rushes to carry me up the stairs, as I felt like falling down. My mind and physical strength are not helping me; they turned against me; just like my father did. I don't want to get engaged, not to Philip! And I don't want Harry to be homeless... Harry... god why are you doing this to me? Why do you give me a slice of hope, and then make me drink out of a bucket of sorrow? Do I deserve this? All I did was that I chose someone for his rich care, and not for his rich bank account... how could this be the wrong thing to do in life... is it wrong?