KILLER INSIDE ME

Chapter 9

 "One Night In Vegas...."

Melody

Melody was spent. Her body was worn out and tired from the delicious torture Zavian put it through. Her whole body was still shaking from the initial shock of climaxing for the first time in her twenty-four years of living. She was afraid of what just happened to her even though she enjoyed it greatly. It didn't feel like how her father had described it to her. Reverend Goodman taught her that sex before marriage felt dirty and cheap. Sitting there on the bathroom counter, completely naked, drenched in her sweat and her own juices, she didn't feel dirty and cheap. Melody felt good and tired all at the same time. She just wanted Zavian to take her to the bedroom and lay her down on the bed before she fell into the best slumber she ever had in her life but that seemed impossible.

Zavian was full blown livid. She could see a fire ignited in his eyes. The fire was made up of anger, hurt and sadness. The marks on her legs, made him want to kill somebody. Preferably, the person that inflicted them on her. Melody couldn't take his heated glare for too long. She didn't know what to say to him. She hadn't told anybody about who really attacked her. Matter of fact, while she was in the hospital for the scars, she told her father and the police men that she was attacked by masked men who was trying to rob her. Chance had scared her into telling this lie. He threatened to kill her and her family if she told on him before he ran away that night. So, Melody lied for her family's sake and men were falsely arrested for the crime.

Melody stared deep into his eyes and couldn't bring herself to say anything. She glanced down at her trembling legs only to have him lift her chin up to face him. "They'll stop shaking. Tell me" Zavian demanded and tears ran down her face as she whispered in a shaky tone, "I-I-I can't..." He wiped her tears away with his thumbs and cupped her face into his hands while his eyes began to leak along with hers. "Yes you can. Tell me, baby"

Melody's legs finally stopped trembling and her heartbeat began to sped up while her throat tighten. The room began to spin around her and her lungs were screaming for her to just breathe but she couldn't. All she could do was take short breaths through her loud sobbing and look to Zavian with pleading eyes. The fire in his eyes immediately went away and he wrapped her up in his arms and carried her to his shower. Once there, he turned the shower on and waited until it got hot enough before he stepped into it with her securely in his arms. He pressed her body against the wall and let the water hit against her brown skin as he caressed her cheek.

"Breathe for me, baby..." Melody threw her head back on the wall and started taking in slow deep breaths until her heartbeat regulated. She was tired of having these panic attacks when this incident came up. Hell, she was tired of living in this box her scars and father put her into. She just wanted to be normal. Melody wanted to be confident in herself and embrace the scars on her body but she couldn't bring herself to do so. She felt grotesque because of her body and her past. She was still stuck in the mindset of her younger self.

Growing up, she was chubby and she wore glasses and braces. She was picked on for these things and the fact that she was a rich girl and her sisters were more "beautiful" than her. Melody was considered the ugly duckling of the family. She still saw herself as that. So, she couldn't understand why Zavian decided to pursue her instead of the most beautiful one out of them; Harmony.

Melody stayed silent for a few long minutes as she let the water wash away all of her happiness and hope instead of her fears and insecurities. The events that transpired that night, replayed inside of her head over and over again. From the pep talk Harmony gave her on not to be afraid to touch Zavian in a sexual way and vice versa, to the time she came against Zavian's wanting lips. Her mind began to taunt her and "knock her down to reality" The man that stood in front of her, was a handsome pretty boy. Her mind was telling her she would be nothing to him after the night. He got her to degrade herself so he could get his rocks off. Now, she was nothing but a "fat whore" to him.