His Melody (Complete)

Chapter 3

"You're tense. You need to relax. Also, try singing from your diaphragm, not your throat," Mr. Y suggested.
Melodie sighed, "Sorry, I'm just nervous."
"Nervous? What about? That your mother and father will find out? That they will come and find you? You need to let all your worries fall behind you," Mr. Y spoke, helping Melodie try to relax.
"Ok." she said a little more calmly.
"Are you feeling alright? You look a bit pale." Mr. Y took note of how Melodie's eyes were widening and she was shaking.
"I don't know i feel very strange." She said as she started to fall.
Mr. Y quickly got up and caught her. He walked over to the couch by the window and gently laid her down.
"Rest here I will go get you something to eat."
Melodie blinked, trying to stay awake. It wasn't that she was hungry, it was more that she was a bit tired. She knew Mr. Y was meaning well, but she didn't understand why he was being so kind to her.
Mr. Y came back with a small plate with some cookies. She took one of them and continued to look ar Mr. Y with a confused look.
"Is something wrong? Are they not to your liking?" Mr. Y inquired, seeming rather confused at her expression.
Melodie shook her head, "No, no. It isn't that. It's just... I'm drained. Mother and father's strict 'No Singing, Melodie' rule has become... how do I put it, stressful. I hate to put it like this, but it's like I'm a caged bird that can't chirp. I'm just sitting there, not doing anything... and it's made me miserable. It's been like that for the past fifteen years. I'm twenty now. They need to stop."
"A young woman of your age should be able to do what she pleases, don't let them stop you from what you love." He said to Melodie gently making her look at him. Melodie's face of sorrow turned to happiness and joy. She slowly got up and hugged him. She now knew she could trust this mysterious man they call Mr. Y.
"If only I had met you sooner. Most of my life has not been pleasant. For a time, it seemed like I was running back and forth from home to bomb shelters in what seemed like just minutes, but it was nearly a regular occurance," Melodie explained. "When I was younger, I rarely saw my father, and then I wasn't as ill-tempered, so every night I was praying he would live. When mother and father came home... the first thing I did was cry, thanking God they weren't killed."
"What was your mother doing for the war?"
"She was a nurse. She told me stories of her helping in England and France. The story I love the most is when she got a letter from my father saying that a position was available to help his troops. She accepted and when she got to Russia my father found her and they stayed together that night. The next day they got news that they could return home because they were being replaced with another group. I just wish my father loved me."
"Melodie I may not know your father but I still think he loves you."
"How? He never played with me as a child and he has never let me sing. He took away my freedom 'for my safety'."
"Love is a curious thing., it often comes disguised
Look at love the wrong way, it goes unrecognized
So look with your heart, and not with your eyes
The heart understands, the heart never lies
Believe what it feels, and trust what it shows
Look with your heart, the heart always knows
Love is not always beautiful, not at the start
So open your arms, and close your eyes tight
Look with your heart, and when it finds love, your heart will be right
Learn from someone who knows, make sure you don't forget
Love you misunderstand is love that you'll regret."
He said calming her with is soothing voice. Melodie started to cry at how disrespectful she had been to her parents. She finally understood that her parents love her. She never knew why she didn't see it before. Mr. Y seemed to make it clear.
Melodie had regretted being so harsh with her parents. Everything was coming clear to her. How could she have been so awful? "I can't believe I was so harsh," Melodie quietly choked out.
"It's ok Melodie everyone makes mistakes."
He said looking down remembering his past. Melodie gently lifted his head.
"Mr. Y are you ok?"
Erik felt like he could trust this young woman. Although she was the daughter of his enemies he still felt like he could talk to her about anything.
"I'm just remembering bad memories that's all."
"Memories of what?"
"My childhood."
"Were you mistreated by your parents as a child?"
"Yes my mother. She always use to hate me because if my deformed face. She would hit me throw things at me and call me the most hateful things. Then she sold me the circus and I was known as the devils child. I felt horrible being mistreated by my mother and the people who ran the circus."
"I'm so sorry." Melodie said with tears in her eyes. She gently put her hand on his shoulder. She couldn't believe people would mistreat this wonderful man.
"It's quite alright because one day I was saved by a woman who raised me as her own and she brought me to this amazing place where I fit in."
"I don't understand how people could mistreat you. You are the most kind, gentle, and wonderful man I have ever met!"
She blushed A little when he looked straight into her blue eyes.
"Thank you my dear."
He said not believing what she just said. No one has ever been so kind to him.
"It's getting late, you don't want your parents to get worried. Here I will walk you home."
He said with glowing eyes and a smile. As they walked home Melodie never mentioned what was under his mask or anything about it. She was different than her mother.
"Goodnight Melodie."
"Goodnight Erik."
They both said parting ways for the night.