Chapter 5
Melody's POV

I can't believe he just said that! After I went back up to the attic I just cried myself to sleep. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him, I thought as I looked at the locket my mom gave me for our birthday. Me and my mom shared a birthday. Literally. Same day, same month, and same time. 7 A.M. on the 7th day of the 7th month. We were a special pair of people. "You stole my happy, you made me cry. Took the lonely and took me for a ride, boy you blew it. You put me threw it and I wanna undo it." I sang quietly to myself. The anthem to my life.