All My Heart [Justin Bieber]

Chapter 7: Say

Melody

I rush into the house, not giving one shit about what my father had to say, but thinking about Justin. 

He thinks I like Samuel Jones. 

Let him think, it'll make him jealous.

The voice in my head sneers.

"Or just off limits." I mutter to myself, and walk into the kitchen.

"Hello, Melody." My father, Ray Carello is sitting down at the table, an unmused look on his face, while he sips whatever is in his cup.

"Hey." I blanly. 

"Why are you here?" I snap, not at all pleased with his presence one bit.

"It's my home. Can't I be here? See my daughter?" He asks, his work tone still intact. 

I roll my eyes, and grit my teeth. "Now you want to see me?" I break, but my words are still strong.

You need this. 

I tell myself. "Now you wanna come home?" I ask, my eyes never leaving his.

"Melody Ann Carello. Do not use such grammar in front of me. 'Wanna' will not get you into Harvard, or Law School." He snaps, his gaze much less careless than mine. 

"I don't want to go to Harvard. I don't want to go to some stupid law school. You know what I want to do." I sit down across from him. "I got accepted." I said weakly, my gaze still firm. 

"Oh no. No daughter of mine is . ."  He trails off, and gets up, putting the mug in the sink. 

"But—" I start, but he cuts me off.

"But is no way to start a sentence, Melody. And I will not have you going to that middle class school." He sneers.

"Mom was a painter." And instantly, his hand collided with my cheek. I fell, my hand on my swelling cheek. "And look where the hell she is. Dead." He walks away, then comes back for another word. "I always doubted you were mine anyway." He says before going to the livingroom. 

"How dare you talk about her like that!" I get up, now furious

You need this. Let it out.

"You need to learn this, Melody." He tells me, now turning to face me. "I never loved your mother. She never loved me. We fucked, and had a kid. Or are you even mine?"

Hopefully not. My subconcious glares, and I slap her away mentally. 

"I hate you! She wanted what was best for me!" I yelled, now very upset. 

He laughed darkly, and shook his head, grabbing the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah, right. She wanted nothing else more than to abort you." He sighed. "I've been wanting to say that for years. You praise your mother, as if she was an angel, a saint. Anna was anything but that." He walks out, slamming the door.

I'm standing in shock. My mouth open, and my brain confused. Not even my snarky subconscious had a remark. 

It couldn't be true. No.

I sunk to my knees , bawling in my hands. 

Cheek throbbing. Eyes crying, heart breaking. 

 ***

Justin

I walked out of my car, to my front door. I thought about Mel's words. Why don't you just tell her? I needed to tell her, years I've been waiting for my turn, for a single glance from her, maybe a smile. And she's never given me a second look!  While I stare at her all day. 

It's hard to keep everything all bottled up, and it's not making it any easier to bash Kyle's face in when he kisses her.

Is that the way Melody feels about Sam? Does she want to have him all to herself? She surely could, but Farah is way out of my league. She's perfect.

I walk in, Mom's sitting on the couch, curled up with a blanket, and coffee, watching some medical show. "Hey, Honey." She says.

"Aye." I respond, and head in there with her. 

"Dinners in the oven. Almost ready." She gives me a motherly smile. 

Way too upset to eat.

"Justin? Are you okay?" She asks once I don't respond to the previous question. I shake my head. "Aw baby." She pauses the show, and pat the seat next to her.

"Is it a girl? Aw." She pets my hair.

"Mommy." I coo, hugging her waist. 

"Just tell me.Let it all out." My darling mother soothes me, I nod and start from the beginning. 

 *** 

"And now, Mel's trying to help . . You know Melody, right?" I ask. Mom nods, and urges me to go on. "And Mel likes Sam, and it's weird . . I just don't know what to do." I sigh, and hug her.

"Say what you need to say, follow your heart." She smiles.

"Parents always say that." I grin a little.

"Not mine." And she continues with the story of how unapproving my grandparents were about my dad.

 ***

Farah

I don't want to hide it anymore.

Not from my best friend... Not from anybody.