My Life As Melody DeLaney-Revised First Chapter

MLAMD-Revised

"Cameron, it's over." 

Those were the words that I had been dying to say for weeks. My, now ex, boyfriend, Cameron James Thorn- aka, the biggest Douche in Doucheville. He sat there, saying nothing, looking like he was confused about the way this "date" had turned out. As usual, we were at his house, and I was avoiding physical contact with him as much as possible. However, this aggravated him, and sometimes he turned... violent. Though, it usually wasn't that bad. Just a bruise on my arm, or on my side. Something easily explained to my ever-vigilant mother and best friend, Eric. I noticed that he was looking at me, a look in his eyes I couldn't quite discern, but it didn't give me a good feeling. 

"What?", I asked him warily, my hand wringing themselves sore, I hardly noticed this habit of mine anymore, this nervous habit that only ever seemed to show itself when I was around Cameron. 

"You're going to regret this decision" he said, looking at me in a way I now recognized. I was getting the feeling that I always had when it was going to be bad. Realizing that there was no way I could out-run him, I just turned myself off; I took the beating he gave me, numbly, and after I walked to the bathroom as he apologized and begged me to forgive him. He cleaned me up, watched as I put on makeup over the developing bruises, a skill I'd acquired quite some time ago, then he walked me to his car, and drove me home. 

I looked down at my hands the whole ride, still feeling numb, out of my body, and just listened to him rambling about how he was going to make it up to me. 

"I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7:30, okay baby?" 

I turned to him, an incredulous look on my face. 

"I wasn't joking, Cameron, we're done. Caput. Over. Through. This," I said, gesturing to my makeup- covered arms and face, "this is why I'm breaking up with you." 

We had pulled up to my house, a little two-story Cape-cod with flowers in the front yard, a huge oak tree in the back with my old tree house in it, along with a rope bridge to my private, tiny balcony from my room, and an apple tree in the back, right hand corner of the yard. I looked over at him, finding the courage to stick my tongue out, and got out of his car, running inside. 

-Chapter One- 

I was curled up in bed, going over this past summer in my head like it was my job. I had spent nearly every day at the beach with Eric Martin Bentley, my best friend in the whole wide world! It was amazing how just one summer, one breakup, one amazing person, not to mention a good couple sessions at a self defense class, could change your entire outlook on life. Before this summer, I had spent the first three years of high-school in an abusive relationship that I knew I needed to get out of, but couldn't muster up the courage to, but now, just about to start my senior year with my best friend at my side, I felt unstoppable! Today was the day that I had been saving up for all summer, working at this tiny little café that Eric and I loved. In about- oh my god!- twenty minutes, I needed to be dressed and ready for when Eric came to pick me up to bring me shopping for school. I had a total of $1,478 in my bank account that I had started after my first pay-check, and I was going to use it to buy my new wardrobe-my new life. This was going to be the start of the new Melody Fae DeLaney, a Melody that didn't take shit from anyone, let alone a douche like Cameron. 

I ran into my bathroom, turned the water on in my shower, stripped out of my blue and white striped PJ pants, my blue unicorn underwear, and white lace bra-yes, I don't wear shirts to sleep. Why? Because I wake up far too often with them tangled around my neck for me to deal with. Finally, I jumped into the shower. 

"AHHHHH!" I screamed as I felt the boiling hot water touched my honey-colored skin, burning me and making me look like a lobster. 

"Craaaaaaapppppp," I whined, cringing in the back of the shower, cradling my burned arm. I looked up at the dial that said cold. I needed to turn that baby on, but it was shielded by a curtain of boiling hot water... Challenge accepted.