CHAPTERELEVEN
Abram
I run a hand through my hair for the hundredth time since I walked into my room.
What the fuck have I done?
The question keeps echoing in my head, yet I can’t find an acceptable explanation as to why I did that to Melody.
She deemed me worthy of being her first, and what did I do? I callously stomped on her pride like it was nothing, rationalizing my actions with worthless excuses.
My actions are the ingrained urge to self-sabotage every time I find someone who gets too close to actually mean something to me.
I have always prided myself on being careful enough to keep people at arms-length.
And the moment I realized that I was about to cross a point of no return with Melody, I panicked.
I ran away like a coward, hurting her in the process.
Melody’s broken face flashes in my head, and my heart constricts in a responding pain.
It’s almost laudable how I’d sat there sputtering nonsense with a straight face. Someone younger, my foot! I can’t even bear the thought of her with another man.
You fool,the beast inside me berates. She’ll never forgive you now.
How do I explain to the woman I’m falling for that I’m more messed up than she’d ever imagine possible?
I’ve felt something deep in my soul for Melody since I found her sleeping in my bed.
It suddenly dawns on me that I might lose her forever if I don’t make amends tonight.
I need to talk to her... I need to say something to repair the damage I’ve caused. I don’t know what, but anything to erase the heartbreaking agony that clouded her gorgeous blue eyes tonight.
Before I know it, I’m in front of her room.
I knock softly on her door. Once, then twice.
There’s no response.
I slowly push the door open, wondering if she’s fallen asleep.
“Melody?”
I walk into the room, and I’m surprised to see that her bed is empty. I start to walk toward the bathroom, but I freeze in shock as realization dawns on me.
Melody is gone.