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Melody
Nov 17, 2005 16:03:56 GMT -5
Post by pendulous threads on Nov 17, 2005 16:03:56 GMT -5
Here are a couple more chapters to make up for the days I will be gone. I'll probably either me posting on Monday or Tuesday again!
Chapter Seven: Ripping of My Heart
That night I couldn't sleep again, so once more I slipped outside. I saw Cliff sitting with Melody again, and sighed.
"I can't help it." Cliff said angrily. "I like her more and more everyday!" Melody whipped her tail and hit him in the head.
"Yeah, I know I should tell her. But it would break my heart when she would reject me." Cliff said sadly. He bowed his head and then spoke again. "I think shes hiding something from me. I think she might have a boyfriend." he sighed. As much as it broke my heart to listen in on the conversation, I continued.
"Do you think if I was more adult-like she would accept me? I mean, maybe I can change." Melody whipped her tail at him again. "I can so change!" he barked.
I went back inside and crawled into bed. In the morning I woke up to find Cliff cooking breakfast.
"Morning, Melody! I cooked your favorite for breakfast!" Cliff exclamied, setting two plates of biskits and gravy on the table.
"Thanks?" I said, accidently making it sound like a question. I sat down and ate, not speaking a word to Cliff. There was somehow an aching pain, eating away at my heart, everytime I heard what he said to Melody. I thanked him for breakfast and ran outside still in my pajama's. I looked inside the mailbox, which had a boquet of flowers stuffed in it, with a note attached.
Sweetheart,
When I saw these, I thought I would give them to you. They match the beautiful color of your eyes.
Love, Gray
I sighed, and scampered back inside holding the boquet in my hands. Cliff looked over and frowned. He grubled something and then tried to smile.
"Who are those from?" he asked, trying not to make it sound like a sneer. "Your boyfriend?" I just didn't have the heart to tell him.
"Um, no actually, I picked them." I lied. "They were just so pretty." Cliff bought it and started washing the dirty dished from breakfast. Somehow lying to him broke my heart more than not telling him. I got ready, and did the farm work. I ran up Mother's Hill, the place I always sat to think. I found Ann there, sitting under a tree. I walked over and smiled weakly.
"What's wrong?" she asked, noticing my unhappy look. I sat down beside her and sighed.
"I'm a screw up. I messed everything up." I told her. She sat and listened. "Okay, so here is how it goes. I'm going out with Gray, but Cliff likes me. Sometimes I watch him pet Melody in the field and talk to her. The things he says...it's so...deep. It breaks my heart to hear what he says, and then lie to him. I haven't tld him about Gray yet, and it's just ripping my heart out to lie to him."
"Well, do you like him too?" Ann asked, softly. She brushed her hair back and watched me. I sighed, and turned my gaze to the ground. I saw something out of the corner of my eye that made me jump. I looked over at a nearby bush, to see Cliff standing up from behind it. He looked at me, shook his head, and then started to run back to the farm.
"Cliff, no, wait!" I screamed after him. He didn't look back, he just kept running. I stood up and rushed after him. This is ripping my heart out. I must have been so rapped up in the conversation I didn't notice him walk up and hide behind the bush.
I burst into the house panting for air. Cliff didn't look up from the spot he was sitting at. He was writing again, but his hand was scribbling across the page quickly. He was trying to hold back something, whether it was tears, or anger, I couldn't tell.
"What makes you think you have the right to listen to others peoples conversations?" I spat. He looked up and glared at me.
"Why don't you ask yourself the same question!" He bit his bottom lip, and tried to focus on writing.
Chapter Eight: Sorry Gray
I slammed the door on my way out of the house the next day. Gray stood there, his head bowed. I walked over and tried to smile at him.
"Do you know why I asked you to meet me here?" I asked him, hoping it wouldn't hurt him to much. He nodded and then looked into my eyes. "I'm sorry Gray. I just can't keep doing this to Cliff. It's ripping my heart out. Besides, did you ever see the way Mary looks at you?"
"Yeah. I understand, just don't mention this to anyone okay?" he said, making his way towards the exit of the farm. "I don't want Manna to learn about our relationship, and then the break up." I nodded, and watched him leave.
I spun around, and Cliff was watching from the hammock. He quickly looked away, and then started to sing.
"You spurn my natural emotions, you make me feel like dirt, and I’m hurt. If I start a commotion I run the risk of losing you and that’s worse..." he moved his hands to the tune, and whistled. Tears came to my eyes. He loves to make things harder than they have to be. "Ever fallen in love with someone? Ever fallen in love? In love with someone? Ever fallen in love? In love with someone you shouldn’t’ve fallen in love with?" He looked back over, trying to hold back his own tears.
"God Cliff." I cried. "Did you ever have your heart ripped out?" He nodded and tears soon flowed down his face. "Well thanks for doing more than that to mine. Thanks for ripping it out and smashing it into a million little pieces!" And with those words, I walked back into the house and slammed the door, and then locked it. To my surprise Cliff didn't come knocking.
I opened the notebook he left on the table, and saw a drawing. It was the most beautiful drawing, one that a famous artist could have created. But the person that drew this was Cliff, and who he drew the picture of was me.
Tears spilled from my eyes, as I admired the picture. I turned the page to find a poem...
The door to my heart is always open to you,
Even if you don't want to come through.
You have to reach out and grasp my thoughts,
To understand my twists and knots.
You have to look deep to see the real me,
And to hear my plea.
Look into my deep brown eyes,
And you will hear all my cries.
I shut the notebook. I couldn't bear to read anymore, I just couldn't. Later that night when all the tears had subsided I slipped outside. Cliff was laying in his hammock tonight, sleeping.
I climbed one of the oak trees, and laid on a brach, staring at him. I can't even begin to say how much I love you. I told him through my thoughts. Of course he couldn't hear me, and he just kept on sleeping. I sighed, and scooted over to the edge to get a better view. Maybe I scooted a little to far...
"What the heck are you doing, you crazy, crazy, woman!?" Cliff yelled at me, when I landed on him. I could feel myself turn red in the face from embarrassment. I looked into his brown eyes, and didn't reply until he pushed me off of him.
"Sorry...I was just climbing the tree and fell..." I said honestly. He glared at me and turned over on his side. "Sorry to wake you up."
"No, I'm sorry." he mumbled. "Sorry I ever ran away from that stupid orphanage. None of this would have ever happened."
"You regret everything that has happened?" I squeaked, trying not to cry. "You mean you regret liking me?"
"Of course I do." he spat. "But, sometimes people can't help but feel something special towards another person." he turned to face me. "I'm sorry I caused so much trouble. I ruined our friendship, badly."
"No, don't pologize." I replied. I started crying and turned to go into the house.
Chapter Nine: Betty
I slammed the door on my way outside. I glanced over at Cliff which was...trying to get away from Betty?
"Betty! What are you doing here?" I asked. She tugged on Cliff's arm and he was putting up quite a good fight to get away.
"Oh, Melody. Hello dear." she said, straining all her limbs to tug on Cliff. "I came back for something that belongs to me."
"What? Why don't you leave him alone and go back to your smelly, dirty, orphanage, where you treat all the kids like crap." I barked. She turned her eyes on me and glared.
"I should take you too you little brat. Besides, Freddy just fixed up the overflowing toilets yesterday."
"Poor little Freddy..." I mumbled. Cliff screamed at me for help, but I just stood there.
"Leave him alone Betty." I sighed. She then pushed Cliff onto the ground and stomped over to me. Her face was red with anger, and I could see fire burning in her eyes.
"Come on you little..." she yelled, pulling on my arm.
"No. You can't take me. Yesterday was my birthday and I'm officially 18. You can't take me back." I lied, smiling at her. I had no birthday yesterday, but she wouldn't know. Her face had a blank expression on it, and then she let go of me.
"Darn, you were my best worker. I'll have to make Cliff here take your spot in the 20 hour slave service." Betty spun back around to get Cliff, but I blocked her. "Go away, brat!"
"You are not taking him. You can't..." I said trying to think of some excuse and reason to why. "We're married." Her mouth dropped open slightly, and then she put her hands on her hips.
"Huh?" Cliff asked, standing beside me. I nudged him in the ribs and he got the hint to play along. "Oh, yeah."
"Sorry, he doesn't have a very good memory." I apologized. "I can still remember that horrible day when he was knocked out by running into a pole. He has had memory loss ever since." I bowed my head, and pretended to cry.
"Oh, what a pathetic story. We all knew Cliff was messed up, but now it must be even worse." Betty said. She had bought the story. Haha.
"AND WE DON'T EVEN HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO SUPPORT OUR FAMILY!" I wailed. Cliff's mouth dropped open as if he was embarrassed at the statement. "I'm going to have triplets, and Cliff can't even work with his memory loss!" Betty came over and started to pat me on the back. Even though she was mean, she had to have a stabbing pain in her heart for me.
"Get a life." she told Cliff angrily. "You can't even support your own family? Poor Melody..." Cliff was now exremely embarrassed, and was trying to say something, but couldn't get anything to come out.
"I WOULD DIVORCE HIM, BUT I CAN'T TAKE CARE OF THREE KIDS ALL ON MY OWN!" I screamed. Betty just stood there and glared at Cliff. I made tears run down my face, on purpose.
"I better be going..." Betty said uneasily. "See you. I hope your relationship will get better. And, Cliff, I would run if I were you. You have a pregnant wife, that's very mad." And with that she ran, far, far, away. I stopped with my fake crying and turned to Cliff.
"Glad that's taken care of." I sighed. He smiled in return. "Don't think this changes anything between us. We are still mad at each other, remember?" I spat.
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