Winter Break -- VERY SLOWLY EDITING

Chapter 17

I sat on the edge of my desk pondering the thought that my decisions have effected Melody so much that she harmed herself. Her very own precious skin. That beautiful white skin that was gods very own gift to my world. But I had to mess that all up with trying to do the right thing. I've sat on this desk telling myself I did this for Melody's sake but who was I kidding, what I was doing was hurting her, not helping her. All I wanted was for her too be safe and happy. I wanted to hold her in my arms and tell her that I was never going to leave her side. I wanted to tell her I loved her. But forget that, if I even went anywhere near Melody, Ashley would string me up by my toes and force me to watch her put a bullet through Melody's head. Trying to get near her was suicide. Or murder. Ashley had that in her. She had the potential to kill Melody Parks. Would she do it with her own hands? Hell no. She would pay someone off by making them think that she loved for them and they would melt at the fact that Ashley actually made contact with their rotten souls. But she was an A class misleader. I would say that was her best talent. Being able to mislead people so much that even when all their cards are gone, they still think they have a full hand. So for the past few days I've wasted away sitting here on my desk thinking about Melody and how much my life sucks. Ya right, my life sucks so much I "dumped" a girl for another girl and whether or not I have good grades, I'm getting into Stanford University for a free ride, or a free ride on my part.
A few hours had passed, as much as I would like to say that I made a bunch of progress on letting Melody know that I love her, that would be a lie. The only progress I made was two steps to my bed and the 27th phone call. Every single one of them, it would ring once or twice, then go to voicemail. I started to worry about her. I couldn't handle not being with her. I grabbed a pair of shoes and a jacket and headed out the door. I went to Melody's house and I didn't give a rats ass if Ashley saw me or not. If she wanted to get to Melody, she would first have to get through me. Which I made sure would be hard. I wasn't going to let Melody get hurt again. Whether it be at my hand, the hand of a puppet whose strings are being pulled by Ashley, or Ashley herself. Whoever or whatever it was would not be getting to Melody until I die. And I made my promise to her right there on 14th and Roger, Melody Parks, I solemnly swear that for hear by and out I will give my every single breath to protect the very hair on your head. If that means staying away from you, so be it. If it means dying, as long as you are safe I am happy. Melody Anne Parks, I declare my love to you on 14th and Roger. Dear, dear, Melody Parks, I love you.