~Mel~“You don’t value what you have until you lose it.”I don’t like to assume but I am sure out of a thousand people that would have just read that line, at least seventy of them have heard that, maybe even lived it. Unfortunately…I fall into that category of the latter and it all happened because of two reasons. One. I got infected with a virus. Some people call it love. Two. I didn’t listen to the one person who saw that virus for what it was at the very start. A vile infestation that was eating away at my brain, slowly destroying every ounce of sensibility that I had in me, until it led to this point.“Melody, do not walk away from me. I am talking to you.”The wooden flow creaked beneath my feet as I stomped through the house trying to get away from her but she just wouldn’t stop.“Melody!”I finally stopped turning back to face her, my eyes burning with anger, “What? What do you want me to say? That I agree with you? That I think he is wrong for me? Because I do not. I love
Three Years Later~Mel~I stared at myself in the mirror, particularly at the scar that would always be a reminder of a time in my life when I had trusted so blindly. No matter how many times I wished, hoped on the moon goddess that my life would have ended with Hannah’s that night, it never came true.“Hey. Hurry up in there.” I snapped back to reality, blinking away the tears that had become a daily routine for the last three years. Everything went black after that moment the silver bullet went straight into me. It was meant to kill me but instead, it ended up killing my wolf so here I was, half of me lost forever and the other half broken. Nothing was the same after that. My mother sent me away to my father in another country to continue schooling. In her words it was to protect me from going down the road I was on that would end with me getting killed.Well I was almost killed. I should be dead. I wanted to be dead.The loud banging came again making me remember where I was or w
~Mel~“No.”Every single head swiveled in my direction as the word left my mouth. I struggled to stand to my feet, taking in a deep breath while trying to steady the heavy pounding of my heart, I repeated, “No.”“I do not care what he did to you or whatever the fuck this is. No one is dying.”A look of surprise so faint crossed Carmine’s face that I would have missed it if I wasn’t staring dead straight into his eyes. He had gotten to his feet, turned his back on me and began to walk away after giving the death sentence.Now, his eyes were back on me. We stared at each other for a moment. I didn’t know what I was doing or where the courage had come from but I was just done. With everything. With everyone.“Melody,” Nathaniel’s faint voice filtered through the air, “Please stop.”I found myself instinctively backing away when I noticed that Carmine was working back towards me. One of his eyebrows rose, “No? You do not care?”His eyes went back to my father on the ground, then returned
~Mel~In a spiral of what felt like a second, everything changed.Carmine stared at my father with so much ice in his gaze that I shivered. “Count yourself lucky as the only man to ever experience mercy by my hand.” Then, without another glance in my direction, he walked away.My hands were yanked the moment he exited the door, and I was dragged away. There was no time for anything—no goodbyes, not that I had anything genuinely to say to Nathaniel. No time to take any of my personal belongings.Time seemed to blur after that. The numbness took over as the car sped through the city. My heart pounded as we drove through iron gates, revealing a mansion that looked like something out of a gothic fairytale. Tall, imposing, with dark, ivy-covered walls—it was less a house and more a fortress.My eyes widened in awe, but there was hardly any time to process just how magnificent the place was. The man who had threatened me yanked me out of the car, dragging me up the stone steps and through t
~Mel~I could still feel the remnants of fear gripping my throat, squeezing every breath out of me. My heart pounded like a drum in my chest, and I was struggling to catch my breath when his voice sliced through the air again, cold and unforgiving.“When I ask a question, I expect an answer.” Carmine’s words hit me like a slap, sharp and icy, forcing me to meet his eyes as they moved from the blood on the floor to my face. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My mind was still trapped in the horror of what I had just witnessed, and my body was frozen in place.“Melody,” he growled, his voice dark and low, pulling me back to the present with brutal force. “If I have to ask one more time, you will regret it.”I scrambled to my feet, wiping the tears I hadn’t even realized were streaming down my face. My entire body trembled as I tried to form the words, my voice weak and shaky. “My… my dead best friend appeared to me. She was real, and… and the blood, it kept dripping off her…”Car
~Carmine~“Is she alive?”The question sliced through the room, pulling me from the documents in front of me. I knew who it was without looking up. Santos, my most trusted man. Still, I ignored him, keeping my eyes on the papers. I knew his game. He wanted to get under my skin, to push me and fortunately for him, being the closest man I trusted, he was the only one allowed to try to get a rise out of me without consequences.And then he spoke again. “I think the better question would be, how long does she have to stay alive?”That got my attention. I lifted my head slowly, eyes narrowing as they locked onto him. “Do you have anything actually important to say?”Santos didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer until he was right next to the chair opposite me. His gaze was steady, probing, before he finally asked, “Why are you keeping the girl?”His persistent questioning started to irritate me. I snapped. “Why are all your questions centered around her? Don’t you have anyth
~Mel~Carmine never came. I wasn’t sure if I should be relieved or just dread the anticipation of the inevitable. If he had taken my virginity tonight, at least it wouldn’t be this looming threat hanging over my head, a constant reminder of what was to come.I sucked in a deep breath, pushing myself off the bed and walking over to the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, a stranger with eyes that were too wide, too haunted. I’d never been one for makeup, but I’d always heard that layers of it could cover up anything—physical pain, emotional scars, whatever you needed to hide from the world.I could use that right now.The bruises on my neck were no longer visible, thanks to the two women who had come in earlier. One had cleaned the blood off me, scrubbing at my skin like she could erase the memories of his hands around my throat. The blood on the floor and wall were gone too when I stepped out of the bathroom.Then the other had layered on makeup, painting over the evidence unti
~Mel~The plan was simple enough. Sneak out of the mansion, go to the party, try to have fun—or at least pretend to—sneak back in before Carmine returned, and act like none of it ever happened.After convincing me to go, Ellie dragged me to her room. The moment I stepped inside, I was overwhelmed by its vibrancy. Her space was a kaleidoscope of colors, a stark contrast to the dark, oppressive mansion. It was impossible not to feel at least a tiny bit of happiness here. The room practically radiated with Ellie’s infectious energy, the kind that made you feel like anything was possible, even if just for a little while.As I stood there, momentarily lost in the joyful atmosphere, Ellie was already rummaging through her closet, pulling out clothes and tossing them at me with an enthusiasm that was hard to resist. She seemed to have endless outfits, and though part of me was tempted to resist this little game of dress-up, I found myself giving in. Maybe it was because I’d forgotten what it