Free Dream Haunter by Shayna Corinne Page B

heart and the impact killed her. I told him about it right
there,” he points over at the small pergola, “and that’s when he
first tried to kill me.”
    Melody looks at him as if the words he
is saying are in some other langue. “Sam, what are you talking
about?”
    He takes in a quivering breath as he
pulls the neck of his white t-shirt down far enough to show the
silver scars. They stretch down the side of his neck, like someone
had drug needles down his skin. Melody has seen them before, but
she hasn’t had the nerve to ask where he got them.
    Sam laughs, fixing his
collar. “We were best friends. I didn't even remember the fight until a couple
days ago,” he licks his lips, making strenuous eye contact with
her, “That’s when I realized that he was using you to get back at
me.”
    Melody sits foreword, sprawling her
fingers across the dashboard. “I… I don’t know what to
say…”
    Sam nods, looking down at his lap. “He
told me about last night. I didn't know if he was just trying to
piss me off or if it really did happen last night. Did
it?”
    Melody squeezes her eyes shut, trying
to keep the tears in as she nods.
    Sam looks out the window to his left,
trying to let it sink in. “And you didn’t say no?” he asks, his
voice shaking.
      Her lips quiver as she
nods again. A tear, hot and full of heartbreak, rolls down Sam’s
cheek; he knows he should be furious, he knows he should be
throwing in the towel and walking away with his dignity, but he
can’t. He knows this isn’t like her, and that she is just as scared
and confused as he is.
    Melody reaches out a hand to comfort
him but slowly brings it back, knowing that he doesn’t want to be
touched by her ever again. Her fingers fumble for the small metal
knob that shows that the door is locked, clawing at it to unlock
the door. She lets out a frustrated grunt and shakes the door,
crying.
    Sam’s hand grabs her arm, pulling her
into a trembling hug. His heart pounds rapidly against his chest as
he kisses her forehead. Melody lays her head on his chest, which
rises and falls rapidly under her.
    “ I still love you,” Sam
whispers.
    The words pierce through Melody like a
knife, cutting her open until she is bleeding out everything that
Jet has ever done to her; completely removing him from her
DNA.
    She sits up, cupping Sam’s face in her
hands and kissing him, with pure love, not infatuation.
    His cheeks become soaked
with tears; Melody’s fingers shake as they brush his hair away from
his forehead. “I love you, Sam. I never want to leave you again. I can’t even begin
to say how sorry I am and… I love you… love you…” Melody whispers
before pressing her lips against his; she can feel his smile slowly
spreading across his mouth.

Chapter
Seventeen
    A long, black shadow is cast over the
two of them. Sam looks up to see Jet leaning against the car
window, a metal bat swinging in his right hand. Sam grips Melody,
pressing her face into his shirt as he turns the key in the
ignition. The car thankfully starts on the first try, with the gas
pedal to the floor board it jerks to thirty mile per hour, and then
stops. Sam turns the engine over, making a sad clicking noise, but
doesn’t start.
    “ No gas,” Sam says, his tone
apologetic.
    He runs his fingers through his hair,
grabbing a fistful and giving it a quick tug as he looks in the
rearview mirror, Jet is fast approaching, base ball bat
ready.
    “ Run,” he says, pushing
Melody towards the door.
    Melody looks at him like he’s gone
crazy, digging her nails into his soft cotton shirt. “No!” she
cries.
      He pushes her away
from him, his body already aching from the slight distance. “He
just wants his revenge on me. Go, I don’t want you to get any more
involved in this then Jet has already put you in.”
    He kisses her upper lip before reaching
over and opening the passenger door for her. “Please,” he begs,
“Go.”
    Soon as her feet hit the mulched grass
she breaks