The Sound Of My Voice

Hearts Cracking, Snapping And Breaking

Kyle and I started our search. I was looking in the attic and found my birth certificate. It had my time of birth, the day I was born and which hospital I was born in. I dialed Kyle's number.

"Hey, Kyle."

"Yeah?"

"I was born at St. Johnson hospital."

"Ok, what time were you born?"

"12:00 am."

"You were born at Midnight on Christmas. Ok, so 5 babies were born that day."

"What about parents?"

"Melody? What is Dennis's dad's name?"

"Um, Harold Fisher."

"He was there the day you were born."

I felt my heart starting to beat faster. Could it be possible that my real dad was just next door all this time. I rushed out the door and skateboarded to the hospital.

"Melody, what's happening?"

"Meet me at the hospital."

I got to the hospital and saw Kyle in the waiting room.

"You ready?" Kyle asked.

We walked up to the front counter.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I was born here on December 25, 2004. And I learned Harold Fisher was here that day."

"Name."

"Melody Anna Anders."

"Ok, Harold Fisher. He has 2 children."

"2? That's impossible. He has 1 child, a boy. Dennis Fisher. I'm his friend."

"Well, he has 2 kids. I was there on Christmas day. I saw Harold in the nursery room, he was talking to one of the babies. A girl. He said something about how he won't be able to see that baby grow up."

"So Harold was here and talking to one of the babies?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah."

"Do you remember the baby's name?" Melody asked.

"It was 18 years ago, but I think the baby's name was Bellamy?"

"Melody?" Melody asked.

"Yeah, that was the baby's name."

"Do you remember anyone else that was here that day?" Kyle asked.

"The mother and her husband were there. Her husband was not Harold though. 3 little boys were also there, I'm assuming they were the baby's brothers."

"Anything else you remember?" Kyle asked.

"No, that was it."

So, my father was there when I was born. I felt my heart cracking, snapping in 2, and finally breaking into tiny little pieces that would take years to recover. My mom lied to me. She lied to my brothers. And she lied to her husband. I've said I hated my mom before, but this really takes the cake. I was mad, no, I was fuming. I picked up my skateboard and ran out of that hospital.

"Melody! Wait!"

I could hear Kyle's voice calling out to me, but I was too focused on what I would say to my mom.

"Melody!"

I couldn't stop. My mom didn't want me. My birth dad didn't want me. My brothers didn't want me. Well, they came around. Even Freya doesn't want me. I felt hot tears running down my face.

"Melody, stop!" shouted Kyle.

This was my breaking point.

"Why? Why should I stop? Nobody wants me! Nobody!"

I was crying. I hate crying. Kyle then looked at me straight in the eyes.

"I want you. I want you, Melody. I want you to be here when you cry. I want you to be here when you laugh. I want you to be here when you smile. I want you to wake up in the morning and see my face. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want you to be my wife one day. I want you to hold my child in your arms, and whisper and sing to it."

When Kyle said those words, I felt my heart slowly coming back together. Kyle then walked up to me and was now holding my hand. He then grabbed my face, looked at me, and crashed his lips on mine. This, this right now, this was my first kiss.

"Melody, I know this is not the right time to say this. But, I love you. And I want you to be mine."

My dad always told me, actions speak louder than words. So I pulled Kyle in and kissed him. Kyle drove us back to his place, I didn't want to be around my mom. As soon as we walked in, I jumped on Kyle, kissing him. Kyle held me in his arms. He was holding me as if he was scared to let me go. He was walking while I was still in his arms. He gently laid me down on the bed without breaking the kiss. He took my shirt off and I started to take his shirt off. Soon, our pants were coming off. I was laying on the bed with my bra and underwear on.

"Are you sure you want this?" Kyle asked.

I just nodded. I wanted him. I needed him. I don't need to go into details, but I will tell you that for the first time in a long time, I can let my troubles go for one night.