His Melody (Complete)

Chapter 4

Two weeks later
Erik couldn't stop thinking about her. He had just met this wonderful girl named Melodie. She was understanding, kind, strong willed, and beautiful. "Stop it Erik she is the daughter of Christine and that fop." He thought to himself. He was over Christine, she meant nothing to him. She had betrayed him to get to Gleb. But Melodie's voice was better than Christine's. He never thought he would say such a thing but it was true.
"The day starts
The day ends
Time crawls by
Night steals in
Pacing the floor
The moments creep
Yet I can't bear to sleep
Till I hear you sing
And nights pass
And days pass
Seasons fly
Still you don't walk through the door
And in a haze, I count the silent days
Till I hear you sing once more
And sometimes at nighttime
I dream that you are there
But wake, holding nothing but the empty air
And days come
And days go
Time runs dry
Still I ache down to the core
My broken soul can't be alive and whole
Till I hear you sing once more
And music, your music
It teases at my ear
I turn and it fades away and you're not here
Let hopes pass
Let dreams pass
Let them die
Without you what are they for?
I always feel no more than halfway real
Till I hear you sing once more"
"I know is shouldn't feel this way but I can't help it. I'm falling in love again." He thought wait for Melodie to arrive for another lesson.
The young man known as Auguste was walking in with Melodie, and the two appeared to be smiling. Auguste had spun her once, just out of impulse. Melodie squealed, but it wasn't in delight. It was out of discomfort. The daughter of Christine wasn't fond of being lifted and spun by anyone that wasn't her father. It made her uncomfortable.
"A tough girl, huh. Beautiful, intelligent, tough," Auguste teased.
Melodie hung her head down, "Please, don't touch me."
"Why not?" Auguste spoke, trying to take her in his arms.
"I said 'Don't touch me'!" Melodie snapped, losing her temper.
"Come on," Auguste pestered. "Tell me what's hiding under that poodle skirt of yours..."
"Auguste, just leave me alone!" Melodie yelled.
"Auguste! Did you not hear what the young lady said?" Mr. Y said with a booming voice.
"I-I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again."
"I hope to see that it doesn't," Mr. Y uttered, walking over to Melodie, hoping she would allow him to hold her, shield her from Auguste.
Auguste nodded, walking away,
"Trapped where there ain't no future
Even at seventeen
Breaking your back for someone else's sake.
If the life don't seem to suit ya,
How 'bout a change of scene.
Far from the lousy headlines, and the deadlines in between..."
"Farewell, Auguste," Mr. Y spoke politely as he watched the man known as Auguste leave.
Melodie turned to Mr. Y and spoke, "I know this seems like a strange request and I hate skipping out on a lesson, but can you please take me back to my parents. I'm not feeling to well."
Mr. Y stole a glance at Melodie. Even though it was summer, the girl was shivering.
"Yes."
He walked her out and walked her home.