Chapter 19: Why?

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"You can't except for me to act with care."
(Disclaimer: This Chapter involves sensitive phrases and wordings, only read if you are comfortable.)


Melody's POV

30 minutes later....

Finally I had finished telling Vera and Oliver about why I left. And so here we are sitting in silence, neither of them looking at me. Until Oliver starts to speak...

"You know what the worse part is?" Oliver asks, still not looking at me.

"What?" I say cautiously.

"That you honestly thought that our bond wasn't strong enough to support and love you no matter what. Instead of talking, you ran away. And, not just from home but from Vera and I." Oliver says getting up from the couch, looking me directly in the eyes.

"I'll be in my room tonight, see you in the morning, goodnight." Oliver says, while walking to his room. I didn't call after him because I know how he gets.

Oliver doesn't like to show people he's angry, it's best to let him deal with it on his own for now. Turning to look at Vera, she's now looking at me.

"Just let him wait it out, he'll come to you but Mel he is right. Although, I want you to know that we will never view you differently. It wasn't your fault." Vera says teary eyed.

"Only ones at fault here is the ones who treated you with cruelty and the one who hit the vehicle that day. All you to do was talk to us, we loved you then and we love you now." Vera says, as she gets up to give me a hug.

"I love you guys too." I say, tears falling down my face. "I'm gonna go to bed, could you sleep in my room tonight? It could be like when were younger." I say timidly.

"Hell yeah, come on." Vera says with excitement. We both go into the guest room, and lay down in the bed.

Before drifting off into a deep sleep, I say "Goodnight, Vera."

"Goodnight, Mel."

The Next Morning...

Waking up, I turn to see Vera still asleep. Slowly getting up from the bed, I slide on my slippers and head to the Oliver's room. I haven't seen him since last night.

I knock softly on the door because I don't know if he's awake or not. Not getting an answer, I start to walk away from the door, only to hear the lock click and the door open.

I turn around to see a half sleep Oliver, gesturing for me to come into his room. I walk into his room and sit crisscrossed on the bed. After closing the door, Oliver does the same.

"Oli, I'm sorr-" I try to say but immediately cut off by Oliver.

"Stop, don't say you're sorry. I just don't want you to try and leave us behind again. Or worse decide that we're past tense because you decided to leave." Oliver says calmly.

"I won't, I promise. It's always gonna be the three of us and nothing will change that. I can't deal with you being angry at me. You never have been angry at me, and I don't want it to start now." I say with sadness.

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