Loving a Jerk

Chapter 2

The car ride was long, but unpacking took longer. The moving guys kept putting furniture in the wrong place despite my mother directing them.

I got the second biggest bedroom in the house because it had a bigger closet than my brothers new room.

My dad sang the whole ride home and then laughed while he rode around the living room in circles once we got to our new house. For a guy in a wheelchair, my father sure was a happy man!

When we finally finished unpacking everything, we sat in our new living room and watched Finding Dory while we ate popcorn. Although the TV was small, we all enjoyed the movie.

We all laughed a lot and I cried when the movie got sad just like every other time I watch this movie.

When it ended, my mom turned it off. "Alright, time for bed! You've got your first day of school tomorrow!"

Matt and I groaned, but kissed our parents goodnight and went upstairs. I got ready for bed and clicked off the small light next to my queen sized bed. The light was illuminating off my cream colored walls and my turquoise comforter.

Passing out took only a few seconds in my new comfy bed after a long day of work. I thought I would miss my old house, but I didn't so far.

Our new house is smaller than our old one, about the size of an apartment, but I didn't care much for money.

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"Mel! Wake up! Hurry! Its dad!" Matt was screaming at me, his voice filled with panic.

I threw off my blankets and bolted downstairs.

Sirens were screaming, but they seemed far away. I was filled with dread.

Mom was sobbing with her head in her hands, bright lights were flashing, hurting my sleepy eyes.

Two burly men were wheeling my dad out on a stretcher. I bolted to his side, tears streaming down my face. He had an oxygen mask placed over his mouth, the string digging into his cheeks.

I put my hand over his, sideways running out the door with him. "Ma'am, I am going to have to ask you to move. We must hurry!" One of the men said to me while looking too calm. I wanted to slap the fake sympathetic smile off the face of the other man as they pushed me away from my father.

I was suddenly filled with rage. I looked at my fathers face just as he opened his eyes. He looked worn out and as though his age had finally hit him. It was hard to see through the mask, but I saw a smile tug at his lips just as he was being lifted into the ambulance. All my anger left me.

All of a sudden the two men stopped moving. They pulled the stretcher back out of the truck and one of the men felt my fathers neck.

He shook his head and the other pulled out a large white sheet. He pulled it over my father's lifeless body and I collapsed onto the concrete, rocks digging into my knees. I covered my face with my hands and sobbed.
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"Hello? Lady? Wake up? Are you alright?"

I am being shaken awake by a large pair of hands. An unknown voice is holding my shoulders as I tremble and cry. My blanket is on the floor, but I am not cold.

Wait. An unknown voice? My eyes fly open and I pull my knees to my chest. I back away from the person.

"Um, are you alright?" He is leaning over me, his green eyes so close that my blue ones can see small specks of gold mixed in with his greenish blue ones.

I try to back up farther to the other end of my bed. "W..who are you?"

He leans his shoulder against the wall of my new room and crosses his ankles. "My friend lives next door and I heard you screaming, so I climbed through your window to make sure you were OK."

Um, creepy much? I back up a little more and end up falling backwards off my bed, my legs in the air. "Ow."

The man quickly moves around my bed and crouches next to me. "Are you OK? Sorry I scared you."  He didn't look very sorry.

His fake sympathy morphed into a smirk when he saw my pink underwear showing.

I scowled at him as he ran his hands through his brown hair. "I think you should leave." I tug on the bottom of my long shirt that I call pajamas, and try to stand, almost falling over.

He grabs my elbow to steady me, but I immediately pull my arm away. "Don't touch me!"

I glance at the clock next to my bed. 4 AM. I groan. I turn back to him to see him holding his hands up in surrender. I point at my window  and he gets the message.

"Your welcome by the way. Next time if you don't want people braking into your house, lock the window." He mutters as he all but stomps over to my window.

He sits on the ledge of my window, and feeling guilty, I apologize. "My name is Melody. Thanks for trying to help." I smile at him, although I doubt he can see it in the dark.

"No problem Dee!" He swings one of his legs out the window, and the moon light hits his face.

He is kinda cute!

Wait, what the hell am I thinking? He just broke into my house in the middle of the night! How hard did I hit my head?

"Don't call me that!" I practically growl at him.

He ignores me. "Hopefully next time I am here, we are both naked!" He winks at me and I clench my fists in anger.

He smirks at me and jumps out the window. I fall back onto my bed after locking my window. God he is annoying!

I fall back to sleep, dreaming of him, even though I tried not to. I realized right before I passed out again, I  didn't know his name.

Huh. I guess I will call him MWG. Mystery Window Guy.

You know what? Never mind. That just sounds weird.

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I hope you like this chapter better than the first one! It was a little boring at first, but I think there was some improvement! Let me know! Don't give up on me! Xoxo!