The Pool Boy

Harold! (44th Chapter)

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Melody's POV:
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Harry picked me up a while ago, and through the entire drive; not a single word has been spoken. He is tensed, and they way his motorcycle roars, makes me mimic his feeling. He holds my hand as we both walk inside to my house. Why hasn’t he even told me that he’s bringing me back here?

I won’t lie, I did notice the familiar street as we drove, but I thought it wasn’t our destination. I look at him waiting for his words to spill, but they don’t. He has been insanely quiet all the time, practically scaring me more than I already am. I want to talk to him, but if I start questioning, he might lose his temper out of his own frustration. Once we reach to the inside of the lobby, he lets go of my hand, and stands staring at the ground.



He seemed to have read my thoughts, since his index finger points to the stairs. My feet tremble as I climb each stair, fearing that my dad will yell at me; heck even hit me. I notice Albert standing out of my dad’s room, and he also has a sorrowful face.

Once the middle-aged man sees me, he rushes and hugs me. I am so confused by his thoughtful action, but I really feel his care. “It’s good to have you back.” I close my eyes and nod, as my hands hug the humble man. “Come, your dad wants to see you.” His voice cracks at the word ‘dad’ and I flinch a little; scared of the outcome.

I walk inside of the room, and my bag flings to the solid wood (http://www.polyvore.com/lime_life/set?id=115290812&lid=3328693). My dad lies in his bed, oxygen masks and different medical monitors are beeping with every heart beat his body reflects.



I rush to his side, and I run my shaky hand against his blonde hair. His eyes open slowly, and the glitter of his tears shines; threatening to spill tears any second. His hand weakly rises, as he brushes a tear from my cheek. I haven’t noticed that I am sobbing already, but his caring hand made me realize. I slowly uncover the oxygen mask from his mouth, and he sighs deeper than ever. 

“(His voice is nearly clear, but my hearing senses are powerful enough to listen carefully) Now that I saw you, I can depart without worrying where have I lost you, anymore… Mellie, I won’t be getting any better. I had a stroke because of the amount alcohol I consumed recently. My case is helpless, that’s what the doctor told me… I want you to forgive me baby girl… It was me who made you leave; I did this to you and to myself. Please forgive me for any moment that I made you sad, for any moment I allowed your tears to drop, for any moment I tried to control your choices… I love you more than myself, munchkin. Harry is a good kid, just be careful with your life choices…”



My cries are loud and each droplet is like hot acid on my cheeks, burning my skin in scars. “(I choke and my voice squeaks like a little girl under torture.) Daddy, you won’t leave me. I forgive you but please don’t leave me. I love you so much… you are my mommy and my brother and my sister and my entire family, without you I am an orphan… (My lips are shaky, but I manage to press a kiss on his forehead) Daddy…?”

The beeping sound that was once was produced by the heart monitors is now a nonstop beep. My eyes gaze at the monitor screen, as my knees drop on the cold ground. “WHY!!!” I scream the highest vocal I ever reached, while the door slumps open.



Albert rushes to hold me straight, but I fight back any physical contact. “NO! HE’S STILL ALIVE! NO! HE CAN’T BE DEAD! DADDY!” I beat my hands on the mattress, as I push my rigid face to glance at my father; forcing my mind to believe he isn’t gone yet. 

“Mel?” I shutter like glass as Harry’s voice echoes in the scene. I punch his chest multiple times, reaching hysteria. He, somehow, has more physical power, which helps him carry me up to the outside.

I gather what’s left of morality in me, and shout: “DROP ME DOWN THIS INSTANCE HAROLD!” I feel his entire body freezing, as he places my feet back on the solid surface. “What did you just call me?” He asks in confusion, as the softness drains from his system; this is endless.