Helplessly [J.T] :AU:

¤Prologue¤

As I sit here looking up at my fathers casket I can't help but to think about what I'm going to do now. Where am I going to go. My life here in San Diego hasn't been a load of rainbows and sunshine. But it was far worse in Charming.

The joys of being 20 years old and not owning shit. You have to go places you dread, but I suppose that's part of being an adult too. No one wants to live with their parents after they turn 18 but I didn't have a choice. I had to take care of my father until the day he passed.

Its something I was not ready for, something I never will be ready for even though that day came and left. I haven't been able to walk up to his casket because I don't want to remember him like this. Cold and lifeless he lays there, each relative who never came to see him when he was alive, pays their respects.

But when I feel that firm hand on my shoulder I tense up. Only one person would ever place their hand on my shoulder with such firmness and that was my mother. I gritted my teeth and looked up to see the tears staining her cheeks.

"I know I have no right to be here Melody, but I came here for you." Her voice is smaller and more tender than usual. Its not like I remembered when I was younger.

"You have a right to be here," I muttered my words for I was in a bit of shock that she had the audacity to show her face here. Its bad enough my fathers family hated her very existence.

And that's where I have decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. I am going back to charming.