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No one spoke during the ride. Fran just looked at Virginia's streets through the window, Derek focused on the road. Desiree was playing videogames and Melody was practically asleep, her headphones into her ears.
Derek parked near his home, shutting the door with more force than necessary. The conversation with his mother had hit his nerve. Pretty complicated was his life. He did not feel like discuss. Not at that time.
"I have to take Melody to the police station"
"Police station?" Fran asked, as he pulled out her little luggage of the trunk
"I have things to fix there. You and Desiree, make yourselves comfortable. There are snacks in the kitchen, and the fridge is full of food. I will return as soon as I can"
She could feel the cold voice of her son. He was angry, and she had no idea why.
"Derek, why should you bother so much that I want to talk to Penelope?"
"Mom, she's amnesic. She doesn't remember anything. Seems to me that this is not the right time"
"She had no right. She was unfair even with her daughter"
Derek closed his eyes, shaking his head. "Stop it. Please"
"You don't understand. She ..."
"Mom, I love you. Know you want the best for me, I appreciate that" he opened the car door "But this is not clear. If she is mine ... Then"
"What?" Fran asked, folding her arms, "What's going to happen between you and that woman? Are you going to start a relationship, after so many lies? Will you marry her as if nothing had happened?"
He clenched his jaw, never taking his eyes from the face of his mother "She and I will talk. Nobody else has a say in this. Not even you, Mom"
Derek got into the car, while Fran and Desiree saw the car disappear on the road ...
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Derek was relatively quiet. At least, so it seemed at first glance. Inside him, mixed feelings were causing pain in his stomach.
He was nervous. He was confused. He was angry.
And furious. Disappointed with himself.
His hand hit the steering wheel, as that morning, a month ago. He took a deep breath, glancing at the seat beside.
Melody was wide awake, but had not opened her mouth. She was relatively quiet.
"Melly?"
"yeah?" she replied, not taking her eyes off the window
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing"
He decided to remain silent. Maybe she was nervous or just didn't feel like talk.
"I hate you mom"
Derek gave thanks to heaven, that they were already at the police station's door. Otherwise, their ride would have ended up being a screeching halt.
"Hate is such an ugly word. A little lady like you shouldn't use this vocabulary"
She looked him up and down, smiling weakly "I'm not a little lady. I'll never know walking like a princess or live in high society."
Melody grabbed his hand, whispering "I'll never speak evil about your mommy again. I don't hate her. But she hates my mom"
His face twitched, knowing she was right. Well, his mother didn't hate Penelope. She always loved her. But Fran Morgan was so stubborn. Almost as much as himself.
"She doesn't hate your mom. She's just confused, nothing else"
Melody nodded lamely. "I heard her. My Ipod was off. I heard what she said about my mom. And I didn't like. Didn't like at all."
Derek looked at her with a frown. She had her arms crossed, her eyes narrowed and that gesture in her face. She was so cocky sometimes. He started laughing, while Melody was looking at him, sulky.
"What's so funny?" she said, raising her chin "I am not laughing. You are such a silly man. Stop laughing at my misery!"
"Come on, don't get upset. Just kidding." he said, still laughing "Don't make a drama"
He leaned down to kiss her cheek, but Melody put her hands over her face, laughing "Don't kiss me!"
Derek wrapped her face in little kisses, while she laughed loudly. A little tap on the car's windows.
"Sorry to interrupt your fun. But someone is waiting for us" Dave said, smiling.
"Hey uncle"
"Hey kitten. You are most gorgeous every day"
Melody smiled, kissing his cheek. Dave smiled back, before talking to Derek. "Are you nervous?"
He sighed, raising his eyebrows "very much ..."
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"Finally" whispered the policeman, looking with some condescension to Derek "You should have been here ten minutes ago"
Melody raised an eyebrow, looking at the man from her seat, "What are you complaining about? You are sitting"
David had to fight a laugh. She was so shameless ... "Can we start, Agent Scott?"
"Yes .." he said, still staring at the little girl "will be the best"
An hour later, Melody was still talking with Scott. Derek had convinced the girl that it was the best solution. Dean couldn't be in the streets near any defenseless child.
He again felt the rage browse through his veins. If he was face to face with that bastard someday ... Derek didn't want think about it.
Putting the stick in his mouth, he tried to calm down. In just a few days, he would know the whole truth about Melody...
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Her eyes looked to Washington through the window. All were lights and Christmas decorations. Penelope didn't know if she ever liked Christmas.
She could not help feeling empty. Her mind was blocking her memories and feelings. None of her old life gave her strength to carry on. Just looking at her daughter, gave some light to her darkness ...
Her tears started running down her cheeks. She lay on the bed, curling upon herself.
"Hey ... don't cry please"
His soothing voice, that voice that she wanted but could not remember ... Her crying got louder. "Sorry ..."
"What's wrong?" Derek asked, patting her back "I can help in any way?"
Penelope turned, trembling. Her gaze locked on him, pleading. "Can you hold me, please?"
Derek sat on the edge of the bed, placing her head on his chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist.
Penelope cried and cried, wetting his jersey. He stroked her hair gently, before giving a kiss to her forehead. "It's ok. Everything will be okay, baby"
Her eyes closed, looking for peace. She was lost in the warmth of his embrace and a warm feeling invaded her soul. Penelope knew they had been there before. Her mind would not let her remember, but she was sure of it ...
A/N: Hey! In the previous chapter, I wrote "Thanksgiving Day" when actually meant "Christmas Eve."
Ok, sorry ... MY BAD! :)
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