Chasing Melody {Book 2}✔

Two

I wanted to surprise you guys with a chapter just because you're awesome.

And I posted a picture of Chase as well so give it a look :)

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Dear Journal,

Some people seek therapy for their problems. I seek solace in music. This is what I learned from my father. He used to sing to me as a child. His voice would calm me and now I dance to destress myself.

No wonder I have been dancing so much lately...

Love,
Melody Hunter

Trevin takes his usual spot at the corner where he usually does absolutely nothing. I walk over to the speaker closest to me and I see my iPod attached to the aux cord. Turning it on I hit play and Fever by The Black Keys starts playing.

"I love this song," I clap my hands and start shuffling back a few steps. "Come on Trevin this is a good song." I smile at him and he does not move.

I let the music run through my body as speakers booms with the volume of the music. Thankfully my father knows how I play my music so he made this room sound proof.

I close my eyes and throw my hands up as I start swaying my hips bobbing my head to the beat. Music is my natural high.

Dancing has been a great release for me since I do not really need anyone for it I can do it all on my own. My mind goes quiet as I let myself get lost into the music.

Music makes me free from everything and everyone. It lets me be myself. There are no rules to dancing, no restrictions. You do what whatever your mind and body wants nothing like it is at home. Under the constant vision of my mother she does not want me to roam free. My body moves to the vibes coursing through me and my skin fills with goose bumps.

Closing my eyes I let my feet move to the beat of the song when suddenly the silence swallows me whole and my body jerks to a stop. Opening my eyes I look over to the speaker and my eyes lock with black eyes that narrow at me in anger.

"God dammit Melody, I swear you're going to be the death of me." The vein on his temple protrudes and he breathes out. I swear if steam would come out of his ears it would not surprise me.

"Chase, what do you think you're doing?" I growl at him, "I didn't invite you in."

He shakes his head and releases a humorless chuckle, "I don't need a damn invite when I have a key to the place!"

"You can't be serious," crossing my arms at my chest as I puff out a breath. He takes it as a challenge and his hand pushes into his jean pocket and he produces a ball of metal where the jingling of keys makes its way to me as he shakes them.

"There has to be at least thirty keys in there how do I even know that any of them are from this building," my hand stretches out pointing to the hunk of metal in his hands.

"I'm inside aren't I?" His lips curve into a half a smirk and I groan. My father would keep this a secret from my mother but why would I think that I could escape my pack here.

"I hate you!" I growl at him and he is unfazed by my comment. He is neither the first nor the last to hear those words from me. As long as I have a shadow on me I will hate them just because they make me feel weak and vulnerable.

"Melody," he breathes in slowly and I notice that he stays by the speaker not making any motions of coming closer to me, "I want you to head home. You have school tomorrow," he looks at me sternly his eyes hardening. My jaw clenches and he does the same.