Melody's P.O.V

Someone was banging and dancing loudly. Y'all want to know how I know this, cause the fool was doing it in my head. Some idiot was having a banging ass party in my head! Either that or I died and woke up in hell. Whichever it was, I didn't like it.

Voices started breaking through the banging and dancing, it sounded very far away like I was in a long tunnel and there were people talking at the end of it. I recognised the voices as Harmony's and Richie's. I wasn't sure where I was, or how Richie found me, so I kept my eyes closed and listened to them talking.

"She's going to be ok, the doctor said that once the drug works its way out of her system, she'll wake up."

What drugs, what were they talking about?

"This is a bad idea Richie, maybe I should take her home with me. If she wakes up in your bed she is going to freak out, and then there's Megan. It might be all too much for."

Harmony sounded panicky and very worried. I tried my best not to move when she said that I was in his bed. What the hell was I do in his bed? I had so many questions and the only way to get them answered was to open my eyes, but I wasn't ready to do that just yet.

"Yeah, well tough, I don't give a shit if it's too much for her. I'm sick of her running, when I'm finish filling her in on what she ran away from, she'll be free to take flight if that's what she wants to do. But for now she's staying here until I finish saying what I have to say to her, even if it mean tying her cute ass to the bed."

I've never heard Richie so angry before, I started feeling guilty and really ashamed of my actions. I should never have ran, but at the time I was confused and unsure of my feelings. Every emotion that he invoked in me was so new and scary, I didn't know who he was, but I knew that I loved him, I mean really loved him and that scared the shit out of me.

"Don't you think Isabelle will have something to say, to having another woman in her boyfriend's bed?"

My heart stopped for a few seconds and it took everything in me not to react to Harmony's statement. He has a girlfriend? It shouldn't have come as a surprise to me... and it's what I wanted right, for him to move on and be with someone else? Then why did my heart feel like it was dying?

When I started remembering it was scary, at random times of the day or night I would get hit with a flood of memories, followed by very strong emotions. If I thought what I felt for Richie was just love I was wrong, whatever my feelings were for him, it was way beyond love. I kept away from him and never contacted him, telling myself that it was for the best, that he must hate me for running from him. When in truth, I was just scared.

"You don't have the right to be jealous for her, she made her bed now she has to lie in it...alone."

He turned on his heel and walked out of the room and a while after I heard the faint sound of a child crying.

"You can give up the act now, Deedee, I know you're not sleeping."

I felt the bed dip next to me, so I opened my eyes and looked at Harmony. She was smiling, but I couldn't bring myself to return it.

"He's got a girlfriend?"

It was all I could say, and just saying it burnt me.

"Yes, he does."

My throat closed up and I found it hard to swallow. My tears just started falling and as much as I tried to hold it back, I couldn't.

"Oh my god Har, he hates me!"

She moved closer on the bed and pulled me into her arms.

"Don't be silly, he ain't hate you. He's just upset that's all."

I nodded my head, even though I didn't believe her. That all too familiar feeling I get when the world is too much for me to handle was taking root. I so badly wanted to run and never look back.

"You've got to get me outta here, Har."

She pulled back to look at me, the look of disappointment evident on her face.

"Is that really a good idea? Look where running has got you if you think Richie hates you now, how do you think he's going to feel if you pick up and run again?"

She was right, I knew she was right, but I didn't like it. I knew I had to stay and face him. Like they say, the best way to face your demons, is head on.

I was about to say something to Harmony, but then I heard crying again. I turned to look at harmony, confused.

"Is that Liam?"

Her face took on a guilty look and she shook her head. I pulled back fully out of her arms and threw the bed covers off of me. I swung my legs off the bed and stood. I felt a little light headed, but I stood still for a while and let it pass.

Looking down at myself, I saw that I was wearing one of Richie's t-shirt and to my surprise I was completely naked under it.

"Did you changed my clothes?"

I asked Harmony. She smile faintly and shook her head.

"Nope, Richie did."

I felt my cheeks flushed. I ain't know why I was feeling ashamed, it ain't like he hasn't seen me naked before. But I still felt a little shy about it. The crying came again but a little louder, I frowned this time and I started moving towards the bedroom door.

Harmony moved in front of me, blocking my path. I raised my brow at her in question.

"Um, maybe you should wait in here until Richie comes back, we're not sure if your body has recovered from being drugged."

I wanted to ask her how was it I came to be drugged, but the blatant fact that she was stalling, and trying to prevent me from leaving the room spiked my curiosity.

"What the hell is outside that door that you ain't want me to see, Har?"

She shifted nervously, moving closer to the door. What the hell is wrong with her? Now I have to see what's outside that door.

"I don't know what you're talking about, you need to go back to bed and rest."

She grabbed my elbow and tried to steer me back to the bed, but I shrugged her off of me and grabbed the door, throwing it open. I didn't wait to hear her protest, I just ran in the direction of the crying.

As I step foot out of the room, I saw another room across from the one I was in and then some steps leading downstairs. I ran down the steps as quickly as I could. My head started to feel heavy, but something in me was telling me I needed to see who was crying.

When I reached the bottom of the steps, I saw a woman in her forties holding a crying little girl in a yellow sunflower dress. The woman turned to look at me and she gasped, but my focus was not on her. The little girl she was holding turned to look at me too, her beautiful jade eyes told me who her father was, but everything else about her was confusing.

I slowly walked over to the woman and child, the little girl stared at me with curious eyes and I stared right back. How could it be that her hair was just like mine, her nose and her lips were the same as mine? It was like looking at a younger version of myself, but with jade eyes and lighter skin.

I walked closer to her and with shaking hand touched her face, I had to make sure she was real. She giggled when my hand touched her and I gasped, jumping back.

"Deedee, are you ok."

I turned to Harmony, I was shaking violently, and my head was all over the place.

"S-she...Who...b-but how?"

Tears were in Harmony's eyes and the utter guilty look on her face confirmed my fears. My hand automatically when to my stomach and the scar that was there, the one they all told me was there because of the accident that put me in a coma.

I took a few steps back, shaking my head, it couldn't be, it just couldn't be. My parents, my family, Harmony, they wouldn't all keep something like this from me. Would they?

I looked at Harmony and all she said was, "I'm sorry."

That felt like another blow to my heart and I took a couple more steps back, then strong arms came around me. I turned in Richie's arms to face him, I wanted to see his face when I ask his about the child.

"I-is she mine?"

His eyes were sad when he nodded then said, "Yes, she's yours...she's ours."

I broke down, full out broke down. I felt myself falling, but Richie caught me before I could hit the floor. Lifting me, he carried me over to the sofa, holding me as I cried my eyes out.

"W-why didn't a-anyone tell m-me?" I chanted that like it was my prayer, but I got no answer.

I don't know who long I stayed wrapped up in Richie's arms crying. I remember drifting off to sleep and waking up back again only to start my crying fest all over again.

I felt robbed, I had a daughter and no one told me. The betrayal I felt was beyond compare. My heart was not only broken, it was ripped to shreds by the people I loved and trusted the most. I couldn't believe they let me miss out on a year of my daughter's life and for what purpose? I trusted them, all of them, how could they do something so evil and heartless to me.

Oh, my god! She must have needed me and I wasn't there to comfort her. She never had her mother to rock her to sleep and soothe her cries. Almost two years of her life and I wasn't there for her. I felt like I horrible person, how could I not know that I had given birth, I'm not suited to be a mother. She must hate me, Richie must hate me. Damn it, I hate me!

I woke up a few hours or the next day, I wasn't sure, but what I was sure about was that I wasn't alone in the bed. I was wrapped securely in strong, warm arms, and my hair was damp. I stirred a bit, letting Richie know that I was awake. His hand tightened around me before it loosened, it was then it hit me that I was naked in the bed.

I felt as he slowly moved his hands from my stomach to my hips, before he moved it completely from my body. Heat engulfed me in every spot that he touched, and I closed my eyes, forgetting all my worries, even if it was just for a moment.

"Why am I naked?"

I asked, getting straight to the point. He didn't beat around the bush either.

"You don't remember locking yourself in the bathroom and sitting under the cold shower?"

I shook my head, I didn't remember much. But then it all came rushing back to me.

"I have a daughter."

I didn't expect him to answer me, I was just confirming the fact.

"Yes, you do."

I nodded my head, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for her, you must hate me."

He spun me around to face him, I looked up at him with wide eyes. I didn't get a chance to even be surprised before his lips were crushing down on mine. The kiss ended as quickly as it started.

"I don't hate you, Mel, I could never hate you."

I smile up at him, but I wasn't sure I believed him because I hated me. I hated me really bad and I felt like shit, worse than shit.

"What kind of mother doesn't know she has a child? I'll tell you what kind...the worse kind."

I could feel my tears threatening to fall again. Richie pulled me into his arms and comfort me and that was the only thing that offered me a little relief. His hands on my body turned my brain to mush and that was what I needed at that moment, and I guesses he sensed it too.

His eyes darken when he looked at me and I bit my lips.

"I have a girlfriend." He said, but his hand was already on my breast.

I gasped, sucking in a breath then whispered breathlessly, "I know."

"This just sex, nothing changes between us." He said, already between my thighs with his lips inches from mine.

"I know." I said, panting.

He groaned and his mouth crushed down on mine violently, taking my breath away. And I spent the rest of the night wrapped up in him.