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"Mom ... when will we get there?" Melody asked, looking through the car window. "I'm hungry"
Penelope looked at her daughter from the small mirror in front of her, arching an eyebrow "Have not you eaten your pancakes?"
"Yeah, but I'm bored" she replied, resting her elbow on the back of the front seat, her jaw supported on the palm of her hand "You know that when I'm bored, I feel hungry"
"Melody, put your ass back in your chair and hold still"
"But Mommy ..."
"Sit up straight, lovely"
Melody snorted, tired, and sat back in her car seat before buckling the belt. They had been driving for over an hour, and she felt the muscles in her legs were beginning to numb it.
She extended her hand back to catch her pink Ipod, and turned on the music.
Beyonce's voice rang through the headphones, filling her ears
She was saddened, that song always made her feel sad.
I remember when you use to take me on a
Bike ride everyday on the bayou
And I remember when you could do no wrong
You'd come home from work and I jumped in your arms
When I saw you, I was so happy to see you
Her gaze turned unhappy. It seemed that everyone had a daddy , except her.
Melody wanted a daddy to take her to the park or a baseball stadium, while they ate junk food.
She wanted a strong father, who hold her, when she had nightmares and give it a kiss goodnight.
A daddy who applauds her Christmas function. A daddy who scolds her for putting the music too loud, and causes her to finish her homework.
Because that's what dads do.
Because you loved me I overcome
And I'm so proud of what you've become
You've given me such security
No matter what mistakes I make you're there for me
You kill my disappointments and you heal my pain
You understood my fears and you protected me
Treasure every irreplaceable memory and that's why…
Penelope heard the sobs of her daughter, and turned her gaze
"Honey, why are you crying?"
She shrugged, her eyes lost in the streets. Melody did not want to talk about it; she did not want to put her mom sad. "Nothing, Sweet Mommy ... I'm just tired"
A light flooded the car, a loud noise, a blow from the left side. A vehicle crashed into the lateral part, pushing Penelope, against the glass of the right door.
"Mommy!"
Derek was sitting on the couch, his head leaning back, staring up at the ceiling.
He had barely been able to sleep. The open eyes of that dead girl tattooed on his brain.
Her gaze lifeless required him 'Why do not you save me?'
Her wet corpse emerged from the depths of the lake, lurking in his nightmare. Derek ran, but the girl always managed to reach it, dragging him to the lake where her strangled body was found.
A scream was heard from his room, and he quickly stood up.
Melody had pulled down the sheets and she was squirmed like crazy on the bed. She kicked and screamed, overcome by her nightmare.
"Mommy!"
Derek sat next to her, trying to wake her calmly "Melody, baby, wake up ..."
"Do not leave me, you can not leave me!"
He cradled her in his arms and Melody stopped kicking and buried her face in his chest.
"Do not leave me alone"
"Shh ... calm, my girl ... just a nightmare"
She slowly opened her eyes, and realized that was just a nightmare.
Her mom was asleep in the hospital, not dead. She would wake up one day.
Melody raised her head slowly, her eyes riveted on Derek's eyes.
Her gaze covered with immense sadness, and he felt that his soul was freezing. Why a little girl had to suffer so much?
Children should not suffer. They should be laughing all the while, playing and sleeping. They should be eating ice cream and be receiving love. They should not fight demons.
"My mother was hurt because of me," she said with a small voice, almost inaudible. "She was distracted because I began to cry as a stupid baby"
"Hey, it's not your fault," he said, stroking her cheek with his thumb "This is nobody's fault. That's why they are called accidents, baby "
"No, it's my fault," Melody was sat next to him, looking at the floor "She was distracted because I cried, she came here because of me"
Derek put his hand under her chin, forcing her to look at him "is not your fault, trust me"
Melody bit her lower lip gently, a gesture that Derek had seen before, so many times...
He looked at the little girl. Her dark golden hair, her big deep blue eyes, and that innocence on her face. She was like her mother and she could not be more perfect.
"If I had not asked to come here, she would not be in the hospital"
Yeah, apparently she was very stubborn, too. "Why did you want to come here?" he asked, trying to change the talk.
She sighed heavily before muttering, "I wanted meet my dad ..."
Derek frowned, surprised "You two ... are not you living here?"
The girl shook her head, shaking her curls "We live in California," she smiled sweetly "We live next to the beach, I spend swimming all day"
Melody kept talking, commenting on her anecdotes on the beach, but Derek could not stop thinking about what she had said. Her father lived in Washington? He could know this man?
"I can eat anything, Derek?" the girl asked, as she tied the laces of her sneakers "I'm hungry"
Derek smiled warmly, tapping the tip of her nose "Of course, Princess"
She grimaced, "I want to be a sailor blouse, I do not want to be a princess"
He laughed, as she walked behind him. "Can we cook a cheeseburger?"
Derek took her hand, as he picked up the keys to his house, "I have a better idea. Do you like McDonalds?"
"Yeah! but I'd rather go to Burger King"
He narrowed his eyes, as he closed the door "You just want to contradict me" he said smiling
Melody walked beside him, grabbing his hand "Can we rent a limo?" she asked as they walked down the street.
"Ha, ha. Very funny. I think you'll have to wait until your wedding day"
"That would mean a long wait ..." she concluded, before looking up to Derek "I think better wait until YOUR wedding day"
Derek chuckled, "Come on now, I have not even girlfriend"
She looked him up and down, smiling "Are you gay?"
"Hell, no!" he replied, mock offended "Simply, I have not found my right woman"
"You will never get a girlfriend, with such bad words, like HELL" she said, emphasizing the word
I want my unborn son to be like my daddy
I want my husband to be like my daddy
There is no one else like my daddy
And I thank you for loving me
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