The Pool Boy

Mother Theresa. (52nd Chapter)

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Melody's POV:
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I smile at her, but she’s too nervous to return it back. Harry isn’t the same as he was a second ago. His hand is no longer on my bare thigh, and all the colours are sucked out harshly from his features. He’s pale, frozen, heck even scared from seeing her walk in. I wait no longer to stand up and greet her with a welcoming hug. Her eyes shiver in happiness, as they stare at Harry.



“(I whisper to her ear kindly) Have my seat next to him. (She shakes her head in fear of rejection) He misses you, he’s just shocked that all.” She waits no longer to walk to Harry, and instead of sitting down; she drags him into her caring arms.

Everyone is looking at each other in complete silence, none of them even know who she is. “(She speaks between her crying voice) I never thought I’ll… I’ll see you soon, Honey.” Harry is as stiff as the porcelain floor underneath us; his arms don’t even hug her back, he still is shocked.

I tear a little, seeing this reunion in front of me, and somehow I feel glad that I was able to pull this off for his sake. His arms shake as they rise up, holding the woman between his hands. “(He stutters with an astonished calmness) Mum?” 

Once he spills that word, mixtures of sounds are produced at the second. Anne’s crying tone raises in happiness, and the rest of the group are either gasping, or choking on nervous coughs. Harry has some sense left in him, that he glances at me while I'm tearing happily.



He drags his mom gently down, making sure she is seated; then he walks towards me and I see the scary Harry I never missed to have. His blood is rushing over his entire system, clearly boiling under a supernova temperature of anger.

He yanks my arm powerfully, and drags me with him to the outside of the dining room. Once we reach the parking area, he twists me roughly to face him.“Harry, you’re hurting me…” He notices his uncontrollable force over my arm, and drops it instantly.



“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME! ARE YOU TRYING TO HUMILIATE ME IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY, MELODY? IS THAT WHAT YOU ARE AIMING FOR? BRAVA! YOU DID IT, I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY! WHAT MADE YOU DO THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE! I NEVER ASKED YOU TO DRAG HER HERE! GOD DAMN IT, MELODY! YOU THINK JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE MONEY THAT YOU COULD BUY MY HAPPINESS! AT LEAST ASK ME BOFORE JUST DOING SUCH BULLSHIT!” My tears change from happiness, to depression from his roaring yells.



“I thought that I-…” He fires back cutting me off: “YOU FREAKING THOUGHT WHAT? THAT I WILL TELL YOU I AM HAPPY WITH THIS CRAP YOU JUST PULLED? STOP BEING MOTHER THERESA WITH ME! NEITHER MY MOM NOR I NEED YOUR CHARITY!” I never thought this is a charity case, why would he say this? I walk back to the inside, not even wanting to look at the monster anymore. He yells my name to turn around, but I don’t budge.

“(I announce) Dinner will be served now… (I wipe my tears with my palm) Excuse me, I just don’t feel well tonight, but please behave like you’re at home…” I close the door of the dining room, as my back slides down the strong wood. I cry in agony, returning back to my sadness phase. I want to scream, I want you scream so loud; but I can’t.

How could he think I am doing this as a charity cause? Doesn’t he know that I love him so damn much, and I want him to be happy with his mother?



I see the brown boots in front of me, as my hands cover my face from my sorrowing sobs.“(His voice is soft now, and the anger is not existing anymore) Mel? (He crouches down on his knees to reach my face level) Baby please talk to me… don’t be like th-…” I have no idea why I did it, but my hand slapped his cheek; making his head turn with the action. He doesn’t say anything anymore, and neither do I.

I begin to stand up, and he offers me a hand to lean on. I push it away in a heartbreak matter, and I walk up the stairs. His footsteps follow mine, and before he could enter to my room, I lock the door preventing him. All this turned out to be a night of dark demons that hunted this gathering to a dead end lining.