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Melissa's pov

" What's it? " I screamed all of a sudden, did my mom call?

"Your mom called, " she broke the silence, her voice sounded gloomy. I wondered if she had been crying. For a few seconds, I could sense the sudden movement of fear running down my spine. Did I just hear her clearly? Did my mom really call?

" Melissa!"  She raised her voice lightly, My legs trembled as her menacing voice jolted me out of my thoughts planet. I glance at her, wondering if she really meant what she just said.

"She called you for what..?" My voice broke before I could pronounce the last word, her expression changed immediately, looking at me suspiciously, her expression looked like she just saw a ghost. 

"Answer me please!" I whimpered loudly, it feels like my soul is melting slowly out of my body as each second passes.

"Melissa, what are y..ou talking ab..out?" She stammered, her face has already changed from the worried look she was wearing before to an expression I can't clearly correspond with, she looked scared at the same time.

"You just said my mom called? Didn't you?" I questioned, I tried to act calm as much as possible, funnily, her eyes widened immediately the words left my mouth, she gave me a question look .

"Are you okay?" 

"Just answer me" I pleaded, my voice sounding desperate more than it should be. She chuckled, looked down, before raising her head to meet my confused eyes again.

"You are not Melissa," she hesitated for some seconds, her eyes moving frantically around the room, before she continued " I never said anything about your mom, Melissa, don't tell me you are now hearing voices in your head?" 

"What? But you just..." I slowly closed mouth and walked past her to my closet, My Heart beat beating erratically, does that mean what I just is experienced is a hallucinations? Truly, I don't think i'm okay. This is the result of thinking about different contingency concerning my father. To Melanie I must have just behaved like a psycho earlier, nothing to hide. Is high time I stopped thinking about everything, before I will turn to something else, my eyes shifted their focus lightly and steal a glance of Melanie, to check what she was up to. Surprisingly, she was standing behind my back, stalking my every movement, I flinched immediately my eyes landed on her, she hissed loudly, without saying a word. I guessed I must have really behaved weird, earlier.

"You scared me?" I muttered weakly, rolling my eyes at her.

" You're supposed to be scared of yourself, instead of me" she replied blankly, without any emotion..I picked the pick gown I dropped earlier, and threw it on my bed.

"Is nothing, Mela, is normal to lose your mind, I am emotionally drained lately and you also know that '' I defended myself, dodged her scrutiny glance and walked to my bed. I quickly donned the gown after wearing my underwear. Melanie just stood like a statue calculating all my moves.

"I'm done, hope we can leave now?" I asked, my voice sounded casual, as if nothing happened between us.

"I'm done, hope we can leave now" she mimicked.

"Just stopped it already" I fired at her, pretending to be angry, but I guessed my voice was not disguised properly. She grinned loudly, looking like she had been looking for a way to make me angry before. A smile formed on my lips as I glared at her, indeed, I don't know how I would have survived this if I don't have someone like her to cheer me up, amidst all this, she still looked for a way to make me smile, forgetting everything, she made sure i find no space for over thinking, I can't just described what she mean to me.

" So, you care to share the news you wanted to say earlier before I....."

" Before you turned into a weird being" she cut me off. I frowned a little, even though it didn't last that long. I reached for a sandal from the shoe racks and took a seat on the couch, before wearing it. 

" How can you wear a sandal on a gown? Indeed, you are weird," Melanie burst into a laugh, I wondered what is funny in what she just said, I have the right to wear anything i like, is not that am wearing it on her body, I  sigh after putting it on. 

"Ready " I announced

"Let go....y

" Not after you tell me that important news" Her expression changed immediately, from a smiling expression to an angry one. What can be making Melanie angry? I found myself thinking about it, her expression just increased my curiosity..

" Don't mind, I will tell you later" She picked the lunch bag that was beside my bed, I didn't even notice it since all this time.

" Melanie, you can do this, you should have not brought this up in the first place" I complained, furiously. She cleared her throat, and then darted her eyes to the floor tile, eluding my eyes. What's going on?

"It's about Bobby, since you don't care, let's just forget about it," she replied, blankly, walking to the lunch box , picking it up. For some seconds, I forgot how to breathe, holding my breath before I eventually inhaled loudly.A feeling I can explain creeped over me, taking over my system. I don't know why I started to feel like this just because someone mentioned his name. What's going on with me?

"Just tell me," I tried not to sound like I was interested, but my voice failed me, it very glaring that am dying to know what happened to him. 

" Melissa, don't worry" Melanie grabbed me by my wrist, and tried to drag me towards the door, but I jerked her hand off, abruptly. Like I was being compelled, I find it to difficult to describe why I am behaving this way.

"Just tell me.."

" Okay, if you insisted " she watched my reaction before she continued, " Is all over the internet that the only son of the CEO of Hovards Group was spotted having a date with a popular media personality, Harry Amelia, who is said to be the daughter of the board chairman of his father Real Estate company" For some reason I don't seem to understand what she just said, she said is about Bobby, but she never mentioned his name in what she just said, I felt lost. I'm very surprised that Melanie easily suspected that I don't get her.

"Don't you know that Bobby is the only son of Mr. Parker, who is the CEO...

" What!' I cut her off

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