Page 17 of On The Edge
I can’t do this.
Theyleftme.
Theyleft me.
And I don’t even know why or what I did to deserve it.
I push my way through the crowd as fast as I can, finding the sign for the ladies bathroom, bursting through the door to catch my breath.Do not have a panic attack right now, donothave a panic attack right now.
“You’re not sixteen anymore, Melody. They can’t–they don’t–have such a hold over you,” I tell myself shakily in themirror, seeing my smudged eye makeup and black hair falling out of my messy bun. I look ravaged. I look breathless. “This all has to be a dream you can’t wake up from.”
The bathroom door slams open, hitting the wall, and in burst two angry looking rockstars.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Markus growls. A toilet flushes and a girl in a short dress looks at them frightenedly before trying to leave, but runs into Adam. He steps aside with an eyeroll to let her out before closing the door behind him andlocking it.
Locking us in. Together.
“Better answer him, Mel. Where thefuckdo you think you’re going? Running away from us? Oh, no. That’s not happening. Not again.”
SIX
That kiss was…It was completely unlike any kiss I’ve ever had.
There’s no way in hell I’m not pursuing her now.
Not that there was ever a real chance of that anyway. Fuck what Reis and Kai said. I want her, I miss her. I know now at twenty-five what I should’ve done at seventeen—fuckingtalkedto her before leaving. I’m not letting her go without getting the whole story.
Feeling her body push back against me at the bar was enough to make my jeans tight. Then grinding against her on the dance floor while she held onto Markus and I? I barely held back from flipping her tight little skirt up and sliding my dick into her right there.
But Markus had to fuck it up, like usual.
One minute she was pulling us tighter and the next, she was gone.
Melody is shorter than most of the crowd, so I immediately fucking panic and dart off in the same direction she went. Markus stands there stunned, like an idiot. But out of the corner of my eye, I see him come alive and run toward me, toward her. When I break through the edge of the crowd, I can’t find her.
Fuck.Fuck!
“Where’d she go?” Markus sounds as worried as I am. Our eyes dart around, watching the crowd like hawks for our girl. Off to the side, I see a door close.
Like a kid on a treasure hunt, I point and yell, “There!”
Running quickly into a fancy-ass bathroom, I throw open the door just in time to see Melody breathe deeply and jump as the door hits the wall. The beautiful brown swirls in her eyes tell me exactly what she’s thinking. I watch as they widen so much, I can practically feel her sadness.
What happened? Why is she so sad? Did she really not like us in any way?
That can’t be it, because she responded so well to us out there. Soimmediately. So passionately.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Markus snaps, stepping forward.
It’s then that some girl runs out, leaving us alone in the bathroom with Melody. So when I close the door, I make sure to lock it.
There won’t be any interruptions for what I want to do next.
“Better answer him, Mel. Where thefuckdo you think you’re going? Running away from us? Oh, no. That’s not happening.Not again.” I step in front of Markus. He fucked this up and I won’t it happen again.
“Adam,” she whimpers as a tear runs down her cheek.
“Melody.” I step forward and the anger I was feeling dissipates. Something is off. She was just this siren, pulling us both in, and now she’s crying, trying to hold back.
