Thoughts are in italics
my talking
Recap-
"Well Remy guess this is a goodbye for now chere," he stated with a smile.
"Yea I guess so Cajun," she said with a smile of her own.
"Bye lass," Logan said.
They walked down the hall and went to their car for the rid home.
"Remy give her a week before she comes."
"I give her two."
Story-
Mel POV
As soon as I shut the door, I was lost in my thoughts. Damn him Damn him. Why the hell would he send his lackeys here…Ya know why, it's that whole I love and respect you bullshit and then a please come back so I can care for you. It's more like he feels horrible about what's happened to me and he wants me to join his little group that supports the peace of mutants and humans. I mean when that bloke goin' wake is up and smell the bloodshed of his worthless promotion. Hell most humans hate us, I've been lucky. I found me some understanding blokes that care for me as a human. Most humans will never understand us. Stupid Charles stupid Charles.
No POV
Mel went to her fridge and got out left over Chinese food and put it in the microwave. She then pondered on her thoughts.
After eating, she put down her newspaper she'd been reading and turned on her boombox in the den, her mix of heavy metal bands blasting out. She only listened to heavy metal when she was pissed or when training. Today she was pissed and to relieve herself she always kickboxed when pisssed. Her kickboxing was her only way to relieve any negative feeling she had. It was her diary You know how girls have journals or diaries to express themselves . So, she changed into her sweats, wrapped her knuckles and for about 2 hours did nothing, but this. After about 2 hours she was emotionally and physically tired, but felt more level and decided to think on her problem.
Mel POV
I can't believe I'm doing this. Yesterday I wake up and decide why the hell not do this. Why not continue onward, why keep me hate for him. I hated him, because I hated myself. If that makes any since to you Why keep hate for a man that is always there for you. I'm the little ducklings finding its way back home. Technically I've only been to the mansion 5 times. So I don't think at this time it counts as a home and anyway didn't that mansion get destroyed…Yea it did. So I'm not even going back to a place I know. But here I am, quitting me jobs, packing me boxes and bags and going back to him…Charles.
I keep asking myself why on earth do this and I hear no reply. It's an instinct, I guess. So here I am selling me flat to me to some unknown bloke. And I look around all me personal possessions are gone packed away in me Volvo (it's a 1987 hunter green 240 DL Volvo wagon). I look around the kitchen looks the same, the den the same except for me box of weapons and boombox, me room has only a bed and some odd end furniture, my bathroom bare, and then the library plain, nothing on the bookshelves at all.
I myself was surprised none the least that I could sell it in 2 days. But here this bloke was looking for something like mine and he's like when can I buy it and I said right now. Bam and it's done and I'm now moving to the Mansion. The mansion. Yes I've been drilling it into me head, the mansion, where there's Charles and the lackeys, but so help me God if I become one. But scarily if I do I will not where their 'battle outfits'. Who where's spandex, I certainly don't to be blunt.
Ummmmmm… Wow... I look up at the mansion, and to say I'm impressed is nothing compared to what I feel. I've lived in a flat my whole life, and this is a nice house. No Amelia this is a mansion, a very big mansion, filled with people like me. Oh shit do I have to cover up know. Damn it. Wow and just now the gates opened for me, well isn't he just a lovely man, tracking me down. Knowing I'm coming great guy he is.
No POV
Amelia pulls up the drive way and stops in front of the doors. She's clad in a white long shirt with a black Led Zeppelin t-shirt over it. She's wearing her long white sleeve shirt with a black Led Zeppelin tee shirt over and over that her Nuptse Vest, her black flap hap, a long black knit scarf and her black glove mitts. For pants, she her holey jeans and her black Chuck Taylor all star low for shoes. Her dream catcher around her neck (she always wears it) and her vestel watch (always wear that except during water activities)( she always wears black dots in her ears, you know her ear holes).
The door opens and reveals Charles.
"'Ello Charles," she says.
"Hello Amelia my dear" he says coming closer.