Baby Clifford

Running

Melody threw her bike at the house and walked into the house, completely drenched with rain. Her face cover in tears. Everyone took notice of her as she slammed the door shut. "Glad you're having a family get together when I asked you repeatedly to come to my Voice Awards." She stated. "Look," she held up a blue trophy with a gold microphone on the top, "I actually won. See it says, Melody Clifford Best Supporting Actress. I was even nominated for best supporting role for a musical. But of fucking course, none of you were there to see that. Glad I'm such an important person in this stupid selfish family that we go to everything! And have to go begging to for them to be at something that means everything to you!" She shakenly shouted.

The family had a mixtures of faces: guilt, an inside smirk from some of her cousins, and shame. They all looked at each other and Melody grabbed a beer bottle and broke it on the table. All of the family members jumped and looked back at her. "And people wonder why I'm so fucked up!  You're all too self centered with your fucking perfect families are at being beautiful and talented in every stupid ass way and the glory dream jobs and how you can't even looked passed your noses to see me any more! But if course, who would? I'm ugly, a bitch, nonathletic, and can't even stand the thought of your glory jobs. Why should I even be in this high quality and class family? I don't know either. That's why I'm leaving." She shook, but her words and face were strong.

Melody went to the bathroom, beginning to cry and looked at the razor. It has never look so friendly before and could help. She took a hold of it. Then counted, "One," she broke the skin of her, what once was, innocent left wrist. "Two," she cut it again, letting the blood flow from it. "There." She added and slit the final cut that she wanted this time. "Three times my family didn't give a fuck about me." Melody muttered before putting the razor in her pocket.

Melody ran into her room and threw some of her clothes and perfume and deodorant in her bag before going leaving her room, Michael meeting her in the hallway. "Melody, where are you going?" Michael asked. "Getting the fuck away from you and this shitty family. Now get away from me!" She declared and pushed him aside and went to her bike that was laying outside in the rain.

"Melody-" Michael started, Luke stopping him. "Michael, you need to let her do this. Let her calm down. She's probably going to her friends' house. Melody will be back sooner than you think. Probably by tom- " "You don't know that! She could be shot or something like that! If you were in my shoes, you'd have a different kind of way of looking at this situation! If Melody was yours, you'd do anything for her!" Michael yelled at Luke.

Then he swallowed, "Especially if she was your only family left." He whispered, quiet enough for Luke not to hear him. "You're right, but Michael, Melody is smart enough to not go on the side of town where she can get shot or get raped or something. She'll come back." Luke told him. "I hope you're right." Michael breathed and let a tear slip.

Melody peddled to the next door neighborhood and leaned her bike on the stair railing that lead to the front deck. She walked up the stairs and knocked on the wooden door. The door opened.

"Melody, what are you doing here?" Mr. Jacobs. "You should be home-" "My home isn't right for me anymore. I-I need a few days away. Please, just let me stay here and I'll take care of the house when I'm not in school. Please Mr. Jacobs, I can't go home. My mind needs to be cleared and calm again. I can't do that in the house I grew up in." Melody explained. He sighed. "Only three days and I'll bring your homework here and you have to do it all. On the third day, when I get home. You're going back to your dad and house." Mr. Jacobs told her. She hugged her teacher tightly. "Thank you so much." She breathed and let out a tear.

"Come on, I'll show you where you'll be staying." He said and brought her upstairs." He said and brought her up the blue carpeted steps to the second floor where there was three doors. One was opened and lead to the bathroom, the others were closed. "This will be yours as you stay here." Mr. Jacobs said and opened the door on the right. It had a baby blue color and a queen bed against the left wall in the middle of it. On the walls were tri-picture frames of big cities: London, Chicago, New York, New Orleans, Hollywood, Sydney, Paris, parts of the Caribbean, and Las Angeles. There was a small TV on a small dresser on the side wall.

"I hate L.A." She muttered and crossed her arms. "You've been there?" He inquired. "I was little, but yes. I've been every where in this room. London is my favorite, even though I haven't been there since I was seven." She explained. "What was wrong with LA?" Mr. Jacobs questioned. "Enough bad things, scared me for life." She stated.  "I'm sorry," he mentioned. Melody shrugged, "Not your fault. Is it okay if I go to bed?" Melody asked. "Yeah, go ahead Melody." He said. "Goodnight, Melody." He said before leaving the room. She turned the TV on and turned off the light before going into the queen bed.

What Mr. Jacobs didn't know was that on the third day, was when Michael and his band mates were going on tour.

*Omg guys, it's scary knowing that a big part I'd written and editing a ton of times is getting published soon. I never thought I'd ever get to this part in the story! And school is starting soon and I'm still working 😡, so they're will not be as quick updates.*