Who Are We?

Chapter Eleven - He Hates, She Loves

Blake's POV

"Shit" I cursed. Taking Mel's hand, I dragged her off the couch.

"What are you doing?" I headed for the stairs. "Blake?" She stopped, causing me to groan in annoyance. "Blake!" She gasped as I picked her up bridal style.

"Shh" I quieted her as I led us into a closet.

"Blake why are we-" I put my finger to her lips, watching Caroline walk by, over to where I would assume my father would be. "Blake..." Mel started, giving me a worried look. I sighed, putting her down.

"You can't meet my father, Melanie..." I whispered.

"Why?" She caressed my cheek.

"Trust me, you wouldn't want to" I scoffed. "He thinks every woman that's found near me is a whore and he acts completely sexist around them. The only woman he has respect for is Caroline." I growled. Mel stepped on her tip toes, kissing me softly as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I calmed at her touch, wrapping my arms around her waist.

Mother wants you downstairs. Now. Theo mind linked me. Ignoring him, I brought my attention back to my mate as she arched a brow at me.

"You're supposed to be down there, aren't you?"  I sighed. "Blake," She started, shaking her head, "they're your family. Cherish them."

Whenever it came to someone treating their family in any wrong way, Melanie would give them a speak of how much family means. Though, she never spoke of her own.

"Go." She sighed, pulling away from me.

"Mel, I'm perfectly fine staying with yo-"

"Then we'll both go down." She headed out the door, toward the stairs.

"Wait. Mel!" I ran after her in hopes of stopping her. Unfortunately, I was too late. She was now at the bottom of the stairs as she stood, froze in place, while my father gave her a death glare.

"Who is that?" He questioned Caroline, pointing to Mel.

"Um...hi." She waved, sheepishly.

Fuck me.

I'd rather not.

I ran down the stairs, grabbing her hand, and leading us into the kitchen.

"What?"

"He hates you." I sighed.

"What..." Her blue orbs widdened in shock. "B-But-"

"Look, I know you want my family to like you, but forget about my dad. He's going to hurt you and I don't want that to happen, Mel. So please, don't try with him."

"I..."

"Who the hell is she, Blake?!" My father came into the kitchen, his eyes filled with rage.

"I'm-"

"Get out." I said through gritted teeth.

"This is my house young man, I can do as I please. I am also you're father so, tell me...why is this skank in my kitchen?!"

"Call her a skank one more fucking time and I won't hesitate to kill you!"

"Why are you still trying to defend these whores?"

"Because I'm done with you trying to fuckin-" I'm cut off when Mel's lips connect with mine.

"Always craving attention, I see." I growl, not wanting to pull apart from my mate.