POV: Melody

~Flashback to Last Night~

"WHAT IS THIS?!?!?" My dad shouts to my mom. I can hear them downstairs from my bedroom upstairs and I am petrified when my dad is mad.

"Honey it's a music school brochure that Izzy gave me. She thinks Melody has a gift for music and I agree with her. I know it's a lot, but we will make it work."

"I don't want her going," My dad replies.

"Why, we both know that Melody has a gift. She was given a gift from God and it will be wasted."

(I know my dad is rolling his eyes right now I can tell by the silence.)

"And I told you with the better job I got we will be fine!" My mom added.

"The money isn't what I'm worried about," my dad replies.

"Well then what is it then?"

"She spends her time up in her room when she's home, and when she's not she is at school or at some type of practice. And what about her studies? You know like math, science, and all of those?"

"At this school they focus on the thing Melody is best at, music."

"She is too smart to not to go to a 'real' school."

"You never know, this school might actually open her up a bit."

"NOTHING is going to get her out of that room!" He almost yells, "That's all she does is go up there and she doesn't even do any chores!"

"Shouldn't we give this a chance? Maybe it'll be good for her? Or maybe she will come out."

"GOOD FOR HER?!?! GOOD FOR HER? She doesn't even do anything."

They whisper for a little bit and I am tearing up. I know they are talking about me. I hate when they do this, and I know it's going to end badly. Just then I hear very angry steps stomp up to my bedroom door.

"OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!!!" My dad screams at me. It makes me jump and he bangs again.

"DID YOU HEAR ME?!?!? I AM YOUR FATHER AND YOU WILL OPEN THIS DOOR!!!!!"

"NO!" I scream at the top of my lungs with tears streaming down my face.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME??!? I SAID OPEN THIS DOOR!!! THIS IS MY HOUSE AND YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME!!!!"

This goes back and forth for a few minutes and my throat is getting horse.

He finally gives up and goes and slams my parents door shut as hard as he could. He stomped down the stairs. (I knew he wouldn't go in my parents room but he had to slam a door.)

By now my eyes are flooding my pillow as I lay there in my bed. When my dad was pounding on my door I knew he cracked it. I was too scared to look, but I knew he did. I know he didn't either hear it crack or just didn't care.

I could hear steps starting up the stairs, but my dad interrupted with saying the words I just had to stop crying for a second to hear, "Don't even go up there Marylyn."

It would have been too easy to climb down the tree and run away, or even jump off the tree. End this all. No, I will never do it.

I am trying to sleep because it's late, but my mind won't stop playing those words screaming in my head. And then other hurtful words are taunting me from past conversations that people have said to me. Or what I've said to myself. "Fat, Ugly, Stupid, Pizza Face." Over and over. I don't know why but I felt there was a huge chunk of my heart missing. I knew God was here... Maybe. They last year I have been questioning whether God is here in my heart, whether He even cares, (Cuz if He did why would my dad be screaming at me?) but most of all.. Does He even exist?

~Flash Forward to Today~

"Conceal don't feel don't let them know."

"WELL NOW THEY KNOW!!!" Alan was happily shouting as we were riding back.

I thought I was just thinking the line until I realized I said it and Alan heard me. Then I saw that the song "Let It Go" was playing on the radio. Wow that was a close one.

After the songs done Alan asks me, "Do you want to go get some ice cream? There is a Dairy Queen right around the corner, and I'm DYING to get a Blizzard.

"YES!" I practically jump because I haven't had one in a LOOONG while, "actually no...." I trail off. And look out the window.

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POV: Alan

"Pleeeeeease!!!" I beg her. I have to give her the same look Avery gives me to get ice cream. I melt like Olaf every time I see it. (Wow How many times have I seen Frozen? Waaaaay too many times if you ask me.)

I could tell there was something missing that she wasn't telling me, and I had to try one more time to see if she wants to talk. Without pushing her of course. I just hate seeing her this sad and empty, I don't want her holding back something that can hurt her later if she keeps it locked inside.

She looks at me and I'm still doing the 'Avery Look'. "Well come on I have to turn now! And I want ice cream."

(She exhales and I can see a small smile start to form) "Fine, just because you let me play that BEAUTIFUL thing back there," she says pointing back to the trunk,"and also you are acting like a little five year old with those big eyes. That I cannot resist."

(Yes nailed it!!) "Why thank you. Olaf loves ice cream!"

"What?" I start to chuckle a little bit, "how many times have you seen that movie?"

"Let's just say too many to count. How about you?"

"Actually..... I've never seen it."

"Well that is unacceptable," I joke, "we have to have a movie marathon this weekend with the other guys and watch any movie any of us haven't seen."

"Can Izzy come?"

"Why of course! If we have to we will have a sleepover at the school and any friends you make can come too."

"Ok I like it." She smiles weekly.

I turn into the parking lot and we walk inside.

Let's hope this last shot works.....