Two of a Kind by Ella Goode

Author:Ella Goode
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Melody

“Melody!” I jolt awake at the sound of my mom’s voice, sitting up. I’m still in my clothes from yesterday. I must have crashed. “Melody!” My mom shouts my name again before my bedroom door flies open and she flips on the lights, blinding me. I prepare myself for whatever it is she’s going to tell me about my father. I’m sure with the way she’s yelling my name that he’s done something to upset her again.

“What time is it?” I rub my eyes. My alarm on my phone hasn't even gone off yet. I reach over to double check it but get distracted.

“I need you to think back to when your grandfather died.” She paces back and forth in front of my bed.

“Yes, that’s what I love to think about when I first wake up.” She plops down on my bed. She’s all done up. “What time is it?” I ask again.

“It’s six a.m.” I groan, falling back onto the bed. My alarm goes off, literally making her words ring true. She grabs my phone, shutting it off for me.

“Who is Brad?” And I’m up again, grabbing the phone from her hand. Why the hell is he calling me at this hour?

“Why are we talking about Grandpa?” I change the subject back to why she burst into my room at the crack of dawn. He died three years ago. Only a few months after my grandma. I’m pretty sure he died of a broken heart. I have no idea how my father was related to the two of them. They were the epitome of love. The total opposite of who my Dad is. I had looked up to my grandparents. My father was clearly the black sheep of the bunch. He has a handful of brothers and sisters but he’s not close to any of them. I smile, thinking about how my grandpa couldn't keep his hands to himself. My grandma couldn't be out of the room for two minutes and he’d be looking for her. I don’t think they make men like him anymore. I spent most of my summers as a child with them at their estate in Connecticut. All the grandkids did. It was Grandma who made me fall in love with art.

“When he passed away did you have to sign anything?” The tone of my mom's voice is serious, which scares me a little.

“No,” I shake my head, getting up from my bed.

“Are you sure?”

“No, why would I sign something?” I was fifteen when he died. We’d fallen off the map with the rest of the family. I should have been better with keeping in contact with everyone. I always say that I’m going to be better but then never seem to find the time. I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit that because of my father I often felt as though I was a part of that whole black sheep thing. Even if everyone always treated my mom and me well. His actions have consequences and unfortunately sometimes we had to pay the price for them.

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