The Foster Kid

Chapter 3: Family Affairs

"If you don't mind I don't feel like talking about my family."

Just like I thought Melody suddenly looked like she just said something totally offensive, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"Don't worry its fine. It's just my family's past isn't pleasant to go back to"It went back to silence for awhile, I was going to say something to try to convince her it was alright when she beat me to it.

"... I know how painful it is to have someone you love get hurt and the feeling of helplessness that comes along with it."

My initial instinct was that she was referring to her parents, "I thought Greg said that you moved here with your folks?"

"I did... My brother passed away five years ago."

My mind suddenly went back when we were in the elevator and I told her and Greg that Lucy had been hit by a car. Her eyes quickly filled with tears upon hearing the news even though she herself didn't know Lucy. I just assumed it was only because she was a caring person.

"His name is Andrew."

Melody's voice stuttered as though she was going to cry, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"No its fine. It'll give you a reason to why I got so upset today, well besides the fact that Lucy is so young."

To be honest I was actually very curious.

~Melody's Point of View~

I wanted to let Dylan know that I knew how hard it is to lose someone and how scary it is to have someone you care about get hurt. And that he wasn't alone."Well it was just a regular day..."

          I continued to speak as my mind decided to wander back to that fearful day. I went from being seventeen almost an adult to the small twelve year old girl that looked up to her big brother.  Little pieces of my memories flashed before my eyes from when we were younger and he and I would fight over a toy, when he started teaching me about notes and what they are/meant, and finally the last day I'd ever see him.

Rushing into his room I found him like I always would, playing his guitar. He never knew when anyone would walk in because of the big, red headphones he'd wear.

"Andy... Andy! Bobby's here!"

Bobby was my brother's best friend and tonight they were going to a party to celebrate making it to graduation.

My brother looked up at me and gave me a questioning look as he took off his headphones, "Mel what are you yelling about?"

"Bobby's here."

"Oh! Well tell him I'll be right there." He jumped up and got his jacket and was putting on his shoes while I took off downstairs.