A Search For A Father

Chapter One:)

I walked home from school in the cold rain. It was only sprinkling, but I knew that within a minute the rain would be pouring down. I didn't use umbrellas because 1) I hated carrying things and 2) I liked raindrops in my hair.

I know exactly what would happen when I got home. My father, John Jameson, would be yelling at my mother, Felicia Jameson, and when I walked in I, Melody Jameson, would too be scolded for whatever reason he could think up. I breathed in and out and then turned the door knob to my house.

"STOP! JUST STOP FELICIA! YOU CAN'T HANDLE YOURSELF ANYMORE!" I hear my father yell.

"WELL IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU ALWAYS COME HOME DRUNK!" I hear my mother yell back.

I sprint to my room and slam the door so I don't have to deal with any more fighting.

Immediately when I sit down on my bed, Rachel, my little sister, walks in. Her black hair in a neat braid. "Melody, why do mommy and daddy fight so much?" She almost sobs.

"I don't know sweet-pea. I don't know." I whisper through her sobs, "wanna go see a movie. Just you and me. I'll pay." She nods.

I walk down stairs with her, and my father yells, "MELODY WHERE DO YOU THINK YOUR GOING!"

"Well I was taking Rachel here to the movies, which I feel obliged to do because her parents are to stuck up to even give a shit about her." I snap.

"At least I'm proud to have not have made that," he says to my mom as I slam the door. What did he mean, not have made that? I was his daughter as much as Rachel, so what did he mean? I thought about that the whole ride there, throughout the movie, at dinner, on the drive home, and as I lie awake in bed.

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