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Chapter 9

The white walls of Saint Mary's Hospital were making Melody feel suffocated. It felt like they were closing on her. The memories from the last time she was there weren't helping either.
She tried to control her nerves and breathing while the doctor took her to an examination room.

The old doctor that was with her, closed the door behind him and indicated for her to sit on the chair that was in front lf a desk. His name was Richard Howard. He was tall with gray hair which made his wrinkles more pronounce.

"Good evening Miss. Parker. I'm doctor Howard. I would like to know what happen tonight."

Mel just stared at him in silence. From shock or not with the events, she didn't know.

Seen her lack of response he added.
"We are safe here Miss. You can trust me. I want to help you, but for that I need to know what happen on that alley."

He hoped his words would help the young lady before him.
A whole minute passed and them she looked at him with tears in her eyes.

Sensing her distress he spoke to her softly.
"Did that man touch you without your consent?"

She nodded not tearing her eyes from him.

"Did he..." He made a pause to think the best way to approach the situation.

"Did he manage to do something to you?"
She shook her head and looked at her hands that were place in her lap.

"I have to examine you. It's protocol. I will call the nurse so you could feel better having a female company during the procedure."

Melody just nodded her head.
It was not his first case of attempt of rape but it was indeed the first time he saw the man responsible die.

After the examination, the doctor called the psychologist of the hospital to see to her. She had some bruises in her waist probably from the tight grip of the man's hands.

The physiologist was a woman with patience and waited for Melody to speak. She told her the events but she kept for herself the sensation she had that something or someone invisible was there too, somehow helping her.

She couldn't explain how the guy was thrown away like that. It wasn't because of her. That she was sure. But who helped her? She had felt the same presence as before but she couldn't understand what was it exactly.

She felt she was becoming crazy. She couldn't let them know what her thoughts were. Most likely, they would put her in a psychiatric institution for having those ideas.

When Melody finished telling the story, some policemen entered the room. She was tired and she just wanted to go home but the police insisted that she fill the report. After answering to all questions, the policeman insisted that he should drop her at her home.

He was cute, with a body that could made all women go crazy just to look at him but Mel was too distracted with the night events to notice.
He, on the other hand, couldn't take his eyes off her. He knew she was in a fragile state now and was better to wait to ask her out.

When he saw the dead man responsible for the distress on that girl, he felt his anger built. How could someone do something like that? Bastards... If the man wasn't dead already, he would teach him a lesson.

He felt the need to accompany her home to see that she arrived there safely.
They went to the police car and headed in the direction of her neighborhood. The ride was silent all the way there.

When Melody got out of the car, she thanked the man behind the steering wheel. She entered her dark apartment and closed the door behind her.

For the first time that night after leaving Martha, she felt safe.
She went to bed knowing that tonight the probability to fall asleep would be less than ten percent.

Melody sat on her bed looking at the ceiling after changing to her pajama.
Sensing the air shift, she closed her eyes knowing that, one more time, she wasn't alone.

"I know you were there tonight... I know you saved me from that man... For that I thank you."

When silence met her words, she opened her eyes and looked around her bedroom. She couldn't see anyone. She was theoretically alone there, but some instinct told her that wasn't completely true.

Airio was in Melody's bedroom looking at her, trying to memorize all possible detail to remember later. Her words shook him out of his trance.
It took him a moment to realize that she was speaking to him, like she knew he was there.

What a strange woman... How can she know it was me that saved her tonight?

Melody continued speaking like he was in front of her taking coffee.

"You probably think I'm crazy..."

Not crazy, no... Maybe a witch, a strange human? Definitely a strange human that I like each day more and more...

His thoughts were spoken out laud but she couldn't hear him.
Somehow he wanted to let her know that he was there but he didn't want to freak her out. He went beside her bed carefully not to touch her and moved the book that lay on her nightstand closer to her, just a few inches.

Mel saw the book move a bit and her eyes widened.

I'm not crazy at all. Someone is here with me.

She spoke her voice trembling from her nerves.

"Are you gonna hurt me?"

She realized then that maybe she couldn't hear him even if he spoke to her.

"Ok move the book again if you are not going to hurt me."

The book moved again and she felt relief seeing that.

Airio knew he was doing the opposite of his friend advise. He should leave her.

"Hum... Could you stay here with me till I fall asleep?"
When the words left Melody's mouth she cursed silently. She was asking something to someone that she couldn't see, that could be a pervert soul or worse.

Airio thought for one moment about what she was asking. He should leave now. Later he would possibly regret staying. But for some reason, a part of him was happy that she knew he existed and was there for her.
He moved the book a bit more to signalize he would stay with her more.

For some unknown reason Melody relaxed when she saw the book move again indicating he wouldn't let her alone.
She lay on her bed and closed her eyes , that presence not leaving her until she was fully asleep.