She Became Mine

Chapter 13

Melody POV

The three of us stayed cuddled up for a while until Demi decided to break the silence.

"I know it's late but we all need to eat. Come on melody you can help me cook dinner" she said.

I knew she was looking for an excuse to get me on my own so she could question me.

I hopped off Wilmer's lap and followed her into the kitchen. I stood there awkwardly in my pyjamas waiting for her to speak first while she gathered the ingredients she needed for dinner.

"I can pretty much guess the reasons but why do you do it sweetheart?" Demi finally asked as she began chopping vegetables.

I think she was trying to make this conversation as relaxed as possible to try and distract me from the fact we were discussing some pretty hard subjects.

When I didn't reply she turned around to look at me.

She knew some of the reasons why I began cutting. So why does it matter if she knows the rest, can't she just drop the subject.

Instead of replying I shrugged my shoulders. A little rude I know considering everything she's done for me but oh well.

"Melody you can talk to me you know. Don't push me away"

"It doesn't matter why, the point is it helps me" I snapped

"It doesn't help really darling, the voices convince you that it does."

Her voice remained calm. If I'd spoken to my mum like that she'd have probably thrown me against a wall or something.

"It does help me" I said quietly to myself but she still managed to hear me

"Melody, from now on if something's wrong or you're upset or stressed out I want you to come and talk to me. If I'm not around Wilmer is incredible in those situations. I don't want you to feel like cutting is the only option you have"

"I'm not stopping" I said through gritted teeth. It almost came out like a growl

"I'm going to help you" she replied softly

"Can you pass me the dried rosemary from the spice rack please?" She added and pointed across the kitchen

I walked over to where there was a rack of about twenty different spices. I had no idea what dried rosemary looked like and I couldn't read any of the labels.

I felt my breathing rate pick up and my chest instantly felt tight.

She couldn't find out.

"Which ones that Demi?" I asked nervously but I attempted to sound confident

"The one that says dried rosemary" she laughed.

I couldn't help but feel stupid.

I heard the shower turn on from upstairs signalling that Wilmer must be freshening up, then the sounds of Millie's cries came through the baby monitor.

Thank you Millie

"This conversation isn't over melody" Demi said before exiting the kitchen to attend to Millie.

That was a close one.

Minutes later she returned carrying her adorable little toddler on her hip. I can't help but feel jealous by the way she looks at Millie. My mother never looked at me with that kind of love in her eyes, only pure hatred.

She placed Millie down in her highchair at the table and walked passed me to get the spice she wanted.

I sat down at the table by Millie and couldn't help but smile at her. I don't feel like I've really connected with her yet but she's literally slept for the majority of time I've been here but seeing as she's not very well I'm not surprised.