Behind the Lies

Chapter 7

Melanie's POV

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Ughhhh. Waking up early has to be the worst thing about school. I feel like I've only slept for like two hours. I probably look like that too. I glance at my clock as I debate hitting the snooze button. 6:01. Yeah, way to early to be awake. Thankfully the sun is out and shining so that should make getting up a little bit easier.

I lay in bed for what seems like a few seconds just dozing on and off but when I glance at my clock again I am surprised to see that twenty minutes have passed. Shit! I need to get ready, school starts in less than an hour! I jump out of bed and yank open my dresser drawer where Harry had put my folded clothes last night.

Harry. My whole body heats up at the thought of him.

'Mel stop. What happened last night is not important. Well, it is important but you still have no clue whether or not he actually likes you, you met him less than twenty four hours ago.'

I really hate my subconscious sometimes. She's so pessimistic. Screw all of that, screw the fact that he got Darbie's number, screw the fact that we hardly know each other and well screw the fact that he might have killed someone. None of that matters right?

I grab an oversized flannel shirt from my drawer and then open another to pull out a pair of ripped up black skinny jeans. I love wearing flannels. Darbie and I would wear them all the time and we looked like total hipsters. Well, at least in our minds.

Thankfully this flannel is red and black so if anyone would end up spilling coffee on my shirt again you wouldn't even be able to tell.

After running my comb through my crazy hair I give up and just throw it into a messy bun, it actually looks really cute! Then after perfecting my makeup I check my appearance in my mirror.

"Ooooo lookin hot, right Simon?"

I glance over at my chair, expecting to see him on his usual perch but surprisingly he isn't there. Hmm I thought he came back in last night but I guess not! Oh well, he's probably just roaming around somewhere downstairs.

I pad down the hallway to my mom's room and glance in the half open door. The bed is perfectly made and everything appears to be untouched. Wow, she must not have even come home last night. Some things never change.

I head down stairs, lost in my thoughts trying to control the anger I'm feeling towards my mom. All of a sudden I feel something crunch under my boot.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" I can't help but scream as I look down to the broken glass I just crushed into a billion more pieces. Why is there glass on the ground?

I glance around and can't help but gasp. The entire downstairs has been ripped apart. I glance at the door which appears to have been kicked in. It was even dead bolted! Asides from the glass on the floor, the kitchen has been destroyed. Every drawer and cupboard has been ripped open, and the contents strewn about on the floor. Who could have done this?!

My first thought is the black car that was following me yesterday. They know where I live because they saw me stop in front of my house but I don't even know who they are. Oh god. Could this have something to do with what I saw in the box yesterday? Did someone see me open that?

I skirt around the various broken dinner plates, bowls, and around the silverware laying everywhere. How could I have slept through all of this?! I know I am a very deep sleeper, I slept through an incredibly loud fire alarm before, but still, I thought I would have been woken up by all this ruckus last night.

I head into the living room to see what damage has been done there. I can't help but gasp again when I see that the couch cushions have been slashed open and the same goes for the chair and a half, and the love seat. Whoever did this obviously meant business. Everything down here has been touched, but I don't notice anything missing so far so it must not have been a robbery.