ONE HELL OF A DAY, HELLO AND THIS IS MY NEW STORY. SO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, IF I GET REVIEWS I PROMISE TO WRITE MORE OF IT. IF I DON'T THEN I WILL DELETE IT. GOT IT? OKAY SO IT'S RATED M FROM THE START. EACH CHAPTER WILL HAVE CURSING AND WHAT NOT. THE CHARACTER IS A BIT CRAZY AS YOU WILL READ. THIS IS POSSIBLY MY MOST FORWARD STORY I HAVE TO SAY. SO, STEPHANIE MYER OWNS ALL THE TWILIGHT CHARACTERS UNFORTUNATELY I ONLY OWN MY OWN. THE ONES YOU DON'T RECOGNIZE.
EACH CHAPTER WAS CREATED BY LISTENING TO A SONG AND HOW IT MADE ME FEEL. SO NOW IM DONE WITH THE WHOLE THING LET'S GET YOU STARTED. :D
"How much longer? " I asked dad.
"Just a couple more minutes." I looked back outside the window. A dark and gloomy place. I couldn't move to somewhere sunny. First Seattle and now this.
"Your life is going to be different here, I'm not going to have you running around like an animal like your mother let you. "
"Leave her out of this. "My voice stern and hard. Raspy almost.
"Melody, what she did was horrible, I can't believe she let you do that! "
"It's in the past, Carol said to forget about it and move on! "
He gripped the starring wheel and ran his hand through his black hair.
"Your right, but what your mother let you do… "
"I DID it, if I wanted to stop I would've okay, so stop blaming this on her! "
"Melody Rose, don't you raise your voice at me! "
"So after the government calls you to come pick up your daughter after an accident that left her own mother dead, you all of a sudden take the father role! "
"I have always been a father! "
"You were NEVER there! " He slammed down the breaks and I jumped out of the car.
I walked down the wet road pulling my grey beanie down to cover my ears, I used my fingers to claw at my black sweater down my hands to cover them completely I popped in my headphones and blasted some Linkin Park. I walked with my high-tops squishing wetness because of the wet road.
"Melody! "Dad yelled as he drove slowly next to me. I continued to walk.
"What? "
"I'm sorry, I was wrong, you are right, I wasn't there, and I regret it, but please get in the car and we can get you home. "
I stopped and looked at him, his black poofy hair and grey eyes matching my straight black hair and big grey eyes. Mom was right, I looked just like him.
"Only if you promise you won't bring her up again. " The wind picked up blowing my hair in my face and into the air/
D.P.O.V
'Promises mean a lot to her; don't promise what you can't do. 'The nurse's voice rang in my head
"I promise." She nodded softly before walking herself to the car and getting in.
Melody Rose Carson. My only daughter. My only child. And it wasn't until later where I finally heard of her whereabouts. When Melody was born her mother left after 3 years with me, taking My Melody with her. I thought I would never see them again until Tuesday 2 weeks ago. But it was under tough circumstances. Her mother Julie had been intoxicated and driving as she drove Melody to a hospital after finding her own daughter unconscious from shooting up cocaine that SHE had given her. Julie had given her bad habits to Melody. Julie had crashed into a semi truck killing her instantly. Melody was perfectly safe in the back seat passed out. But she wasn't alright. I had to identify my ex love's Julie's body and notify her parents on the situation. Then all I paid attention to was Melody. She was a small thing and looked frail. From all the drugs her and her mother would do. Never had I felt more of a screwed up father then seeing her hooked into machine not knowing if she was going to live. You don't know how horrible it feels to have failed as a parent. But god had plans for me and Melody. She woke up soon after and was investigated by detective and a psychiatrist. The abusive of alcohol and drugs were easy for her to talk about. It was hard for me to listen to. She just went on and on about it. Naming everything how many times she took it and what it did to her. The social services came in and asked for a DNA test. I took it immediately knowing it was the only way of having her come back with me to Forks. Not a week after I got a call telling me she was all mine. I fixed the house, I asked my sister for help on fixing her room. Just getting everything ready for her. I didn't really speak to her. She kept to herself. On occasions I would hear her soft voice ask me questions. Her doctors had her under supervision for days. She had anxiety, feelings of abandonment, depression and the main drug alcohol problems. The doctors said she would be going through withdrawal, horrible withdrawal. The first time I hugged her it was empty. She rarely showed emotion unless she was angry. Her grey eyes hard and empty without emotion. She wasn't the normal 16 year old girl. She was dead,
"Do you live alone? "
"Umm, yeah, I actually have a small ranch outside of Forks, your aunt Lisa lives next door. You know she has a daughter a year older then you, and 3 boys. "
"Will I be going to school, or are we going to follow through with the home schooling like suggested? "
"I was going to follow his orders and have you home schooled, unless you think … "
"NO it's fine! "She said urgently and worried.
"Oh okay. "
"So, Melody, do you have any hobbies? " She laughed quietly.
"okay, here's the deal, this isn't a typical family shit, let's not beat around the bush, I'm a different type of girl, I have been to hell and back, I lost my mother and nearly died, my life isn't normal or peachy, so don't expect me to enjoy being here, as soon as I'm 18, I'm out of your life again so don't worry. "
Her voice strong and angry. A bit shaky.
"I just wanted to know my daughter. "
"You left us, you left me with her and NOW you want to know who I am? "
"I didn't leave you Melody, Your mother left me and she took you, I was dead Melody, I don't know what she told you .. "
"WE'RE TALKING ABOUT HER! "She covered her ears and curled up into a ball. She never wanted to talk about Julie. Not even when we the family services asked. She would freak out and dig her nails into her palms.
"Shh, sorry, I'm sorry Melody, please relax, look we're home. "
I parked the car outside the big white house I lived alone in. She remained in her little ball. I turned off the blue expedition and remained sitting there with her.
"Aren't you going to leave? "Her voice a whisper. You could hear the pitter patter of the rain softly hit the roof of the car.
"No. "
She looked up from her ball and at me. Her eyes red and watery. Her lips pouted as if she was going to cry.
"I'm going to be here until you're ready to come home with me. "
She wiped her nose, brushed her hair away from her face. A soft smile barely making her lips.
"I'm ready. "
I looked down at her and grinned.
"Me too. "
This is your room. "I walked into a pale blue room, the walls bare and the cold dark wooden floor matching the rest of the house.
"Nice. " My head bobbed up and down the room. The antique brittle white furniture complementing the blue beautifully. My stomach clenched into a bundle of nerves. Why was he so nice to me, I didn't deserve it. Mom always said he was a horrible man but he wasn't. So far. I looked at the small bed. A beautiful white bed with satin dark blue sheets and pillows.
"Your aunt Lisa helped me out, umm; I didn't know what you liked. I left everything simple. You can change it if you want I don't mind. "
I turned and looked at his gray eyes.
"I like it. " His soft smile told me he was proud of himself. I didn't know why but it made me happy to know I caused his smile. To cause the smile of the man my mother told me to hate and to never speak to. He was scum and I wasn't. But my mother was wrong. All the hatred for him she piled into my head was slowly vanishing.
"Tomorrow you have a doctor's appointment and I want to take you out to Port Angeles for a new clothes and possibly anything you might need in the near future. "
Doctors were okay but was this guy serious. Take me shopping. I had enough clothes. I looked down at the guitar case and then the small duffle bag in my hand. Probably clothes for 1 week if I'm lucky.
"Those clothes are tattered and old; you need new ones that can keep you warm here. Now I should leave you to unpack .I'll be downstairs cooking dinner. Lisa is coming town for dinner with her kids. Be ready by 6:30. "My head only nodded while he tapped the door and walked out of my sight. I stood there for a good 5 minutes just taking in my room. It was a normal size bedroom with a window overlooking his backyard. The drapes a soft white color carefully tied to the sides. Looking outside the green grass looked wet and muddy. The sky a dark blue and gray contrasting with the dark green barn off to the side of the yard. A set of playground equipment on the other side of the huge yard. Possibly for my younger cousins. The yard was bigger then anything I had ever seen. The biggest trees everywhere, like a scene out of a book. It was beautiful. I was so glad I got to have my room upstairs. I heard a squeak from the floor turning my head around. A small little boy with black hair and gray colored eyes that were covered with brown round glasses. I watched him peek his head and just stare at me. He looked like he was around 3 or 5.
"Hello there, aren't you a quiet one? " I dropped my bag down and walked towards the door.
"Are you Medony? "He asked in his adorable soft voice. My smile grew as I crouched down.
"Yes, I am. You are? "
"My names Sean. "He finally walked into my room holding a teddy.
"Well it's nice to meet you Sean, that's a nice Teddy. "
"His name is Milo. "He showed me his brown teddy laughing.
"He's adorable, just like you. " I touched his little button nose.
"You're really pretty. " I sat back up and laughed
"Thanks, now you want to show me around this house handsome? "
He nodded his little head happily before taking my hand and pulling me out.
30 minutes later.
"And this is uncle Dean's music room. " Sean's little hands turned the glass knob and showing me pure heaven. All the rooms in this massive house were beautiful, each decorated with so much thought and elegances. But this room was gorgeous. The same wooden floor, the walls a nice light brown, the windows big with the same soft white color drapes that were on my windows. The wind blew the drapes wildly. Old fashioned leather black furniture gave the room an old 1920's look to it. And there in front of the big cracked window with no drapes was the big black Grand Piano. Across the piano, 4 guitar stands stood there proudly with guitars.
"Wow! "
"Uncle Dean loves Music; he made that jingle for that car commercial. You know. Da da du du tu tu you you. "Another little boy said.
"Hi, my names Stanley you must be Melody. " The little boy was probably 10 years old. My height for sure. I do only stand at 5'2.
"Hey. " I watched him eye me for a while.
"you look just like him, so, since we are now cousins does this mean I can count on you for anything when Angela cant? "
"Angela, is she like you little girlfriend? " He looked down at Sean and they started laughing.
"Angela is my sister silly. " Sean chuckled before running down stairs.
"Oh. " The room became quiet. Not one sound but the wind whistling in and out of the house.
"Well, I was sent up here to call you down for dinner. " Stanley looked at me weirdly before running out. I guess this was the time to meet the family.
The halls were dark only the shadows form the rooms walked with you in the house. Walking down the stairs I could hear the talking.
"She's pweety mommy. "
"Yeah, but she's like really skinny mom, you need to fill her up. " I heard the two boys I had met talk about.
"guys, she's your cousin , we are going to support and love her, and you guys know I can get anybody gaining wait just by the way I cook. " the lady's voice had a hint of Italian to it. It was raspy but had this self assured tone to it.
I walked into the kitchen and saw them setting the table. My father wasn't there.
"Hi! " Stanley yelled noticing me.
The rest of the family looked over at me.
"Oh hello!" the woman who looked like she was shocked wiped her hand son her apron and walked over to me.
"I'm your Aunt Lisa! "She immediately pulled me into one of the biggest hugs I had ever received. She stood just an inch over me and was a curvy Italian woman. Her brown hair with blond highlights complimented her tanned skin. She was beautiful.
"Hi, I'm Melody. "She nodded her head.
"I know. "She laughed shaking her head excited.
"Gosh you have grown since you were a baby. Well duhh, you were 3 and now you what? 16? "She asked she seemed like a firecracker. I liked it.
"Yeah. "
"Hi, im Angela. " a girl with black hair tied up into a tight pony tail , and black framed glassed said walking up to me and giving me the same warm welcome as her mother. She was definitely taller then the rest of us.
"And this is Brian, he hates his family. " Aunt Lisa said kidding around. The boy had curly brown hair covering his eyes and he looked like a little rebel for the 14 year old he was.
"Hey Brian nice band shirt, saw them live in San Diego last summer. " I said flicking his band t-shirt.
"You saw THEM? "He seemed shocked about my love for heavy metal.
"Yeah, they are amazingly better live. " I smirked
"You probably are one relative I don't hate. "He murmured before walking out.
"Well, do you hate the world to? "Aunt Lisa asked laughing.
"Most of it. " I smirked before sitting down at the table.
OKAY, YES THAT IS ANGELA WEBER. NEXT CHAPTER I WILL HAVE SOME WOLF PACK I HOPE. THAT IS IF YOU REVIEW?