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Chapter twenty seven:

The most gorgeous green covered hills stood tall around me as I gazed upon some of the most beautiful surroundings, the sky turned a mix of topaz swirls consisting of purple, orange and red as the sun began to rise- This is where I grew up and I wouldn't have it any other way, me and my nanny Dorothy were tied to the hip; to the point I would be with her more so than my own mother. This was my home, in my heart that is; Scotland.

To be more precise this was the northern highlands- Inverness. My nanny and I would explore every living thing to it's fullest, walking to river ness and splashing rocks into the water creating gorgeous ripples illuminated from the sun above. This is what I called bliss. I was almost bursting at the seams with excitement knowing I was about to see Dorothy, watch how her familiar face crinkled up in delight.

Hastily I knocked on the door earning a bark from the other side indicating that Fergus the little scotty was ready for my arrival "coming" Dorothy cooed, the sound of a walking stick tapping against the floorboards as she neared.

Finally after what felt like an eternity the door peered open; allowing me to see my nanny in all her glory. Dorothy looked the same other than her hair had become more greyed- becoming a silver fox if you asked me. Her nose had more wrinkles than before to inform me that age was finally starting to creep up on her- though she still was looking amazing at the age of sixty three. "Oh my goodness, Melanie is that you?" Dorothy gasped, her bottom lip quivering as a few tears brimmed in her eyes.

Nodding warmly I pulled her in close, both of us sobbing into one another's shoulders "I'm here nanny, it's been awhile"
Swatting my arm playfully she gave me a pretend annoyed expression "too long missy!" Grinning like a Cheshire Cat I peered downwards to Fergus, noticing the age also getting to him- cataracts and arthritis apparent. "Heya bud. Hope you've been looking after my nanny" Fergus as if understanding me spun on the spot giving me a light yap, earning a giggle from both myself and Dorothy.

"Come on in child, it's freezing out here!" Dorothy exclaimed, pulling me inside without a second thought.

A curt smile spread cross my lips, admiring how even at my grown age she was still very much concerned about if I was too cold, that is what grandmothers are for though. They never stop worrying and gifting you with mountains of food and medicine. Dorothy had a particular smell to her, she smelt like melted cinnamon lit on a wax melt- with a hint of lemon because she adored lemons to my disdain. How anyone could happily munch away on one of those eyebrow twitching fruits baffled me. Sitting down on the floral patterned sofa I stroked Fergus behind his ears, building up the confidence to finally tell someone of the little bean cooking away in my belly. "So my dear, tell me what is going on? It is very unlike you to show up randomly"

That was my nanna, always knowing when something was wrong even if I hadn't yet told her verbally. I admired that about her, she gave me love and adoration which my mother definitely did not; instead it was always my mothers feelings before mine and as a child you need your mother. Least I know I needed her, but instead I was outcasted- my feelings didn't matter. Mother controlled what I ate, who I befriended and then of course controlled who I was to love; though that ended up working out in my favour unbeknownst me at the time.

"You're... correct"

My eyes built those familiar salty waterfalls ready to burst, remembering how much I needed to speak to this woman. My nan didn't even know about Henry; mum wouldn't of dared told her about the wedding.Β  "Its a long story Nan, its to do with mum also" Instantly Dorothy frowned, disgust riddling through her in harsh waves knowing that Mother was down to some of my heartache. Sipping from her cat covered mug I saw how shaky her grip had become around the handle, this saddened my heart. "Your mother.. I am sorry if she has hurt you my beautiful girl"

Nibbling my dry lips I simply nodded, my attention being drawn to my thumbs playing with one another. "You did the best you could-

Throwing her hands up in dismay my nan shook her head furiously "If she has hurt you- that means I failed you" Peeling my body from the sofa I went towards her; where she sat on a reclined chair, my hands gingerly going to her wrinkled hands- grasping them softly. "You will never fail me, you have never failed me. Understood?" Grimly nan nodded, her breath slightly hitching in her throat as guilt swallowed her up whole. How could I tell her now ?

"If I tell you this, promise not to feel guilty? I beg you.."

Dorothy squeezed my hand back as if to reassure me "I will try my hardest"

Henry POV:

The note kept hitting my heartstrings over and over again, tearing me apart like I was this fragile man- which I wasn't. Least I thought I was stronger than this, this silly piece of paper made me extremely on edge and I kept wondering curiously what it could possibly be regarding. "What the fuck Mel" I commented hazily to myself, my throat by this point was rasped from the amount of pelt up anger and tears crashing into my darkened void.

After everything, she has decided to leave me and it only made me question why she had, did I do something truly out of line? Because I know sometimes I am not the greatest person to be around. This note did solidify one thing for me though- which is that I am in love with this woman. This goddamn woman who makes every hair on my body stand on edge, that makes me feel like I was catapulting into myself. I had never met someone like her, she was a woman who could boss you around yet still wear a wicked grin- a grin that in normal terms may make you fret away due to how crazy her emotions presented themselves, but Melanie's made me feel like home. My body craved her, in-fact I could not get enough of her even if I tried which only annoyed me further.Β 

Deciding on crumpling up the paper I hoisted it into the bin- hoping that it was a figure of my imagination and Melanie was just asleep upstairs like usual or listening to her various amount of music which consisted on many genres such as rock, pop, country and more. The very thought of her skipping through her jumbled playlist made me inwardly grin, Even though I tease her regularly about it.

Dancing me from my piles of thoughts my phone decided to ring; the noise shattering the once peaceful silence. Hoping it was Melanie I clicked the answer button not even worried if it wasn't her- "What have you done" Alerting me from the hopefulness of it being Melanie I then gained curious as to who this person was. Their voice was harsh and scratchy, the sort of voice you wouldn't like to hear regularly. "Who is this?"

"This is Melanie's Mother"

Gulping back saliva my next question was- what have I apparently done? "Oh-hello Mrs Ainsley" Running a hand through my twisted locks I darted a grizzly expression towards the mobile device, nausea coxing me. "Why couldn't you both just behave for the camera's at least for fuck sake"Β  Perking my interest I wondered the worst, someone had caught us red handed. "What has happened Mrs Ainsley ?"

"I know Melanie loves that boy... but that is not her path! this girl is going to put me into an early grave. You should know what I'm talking about. Look on Twitter"

Shakily I opened Twitter- not wanting to see what Melanie's mother was referring to. The title read in bold:

Melanie caught on a date with a mysterious man named Tom. Poor Henry must be beside himself as nobody likes a cheat.

Attached was a photo of Tom kissing Melanie's cheek intently, her eyes attached to him like a magnet during the whole ordeal which only felt soul destroying. Maybe I had gotten this all wrong, maybe Melanie still loved Tom and was using me like some puppet because that was never the agreement- to get close with them again but here she was letting him shower her with kisses.

"I will sort this Mrs Ainsley"

"You better Henry- your family's reputation is on the line too. Don't think I don't know about your blonde friend either"

Pressing my lips together I ended the call, slumping myself onto the kitchen stall- left alone with my own emotions and demons that swallowed me up whole. "So you leave me Melanie.... but decide to fornicate with Tom again before you do"

Clicking my tongue I shook my head in dismay, maybe I was over thinking this all completely. After all its not like Melanie was the one kissing his cheek. Though it still stirred a deep anger within me, one that I could not shake off. I really did hope Melanie would come home soon.

Shutting my phone I strolled over to the stairs, eagerly going up them to find any inclination of where Melanie had gone- though these were her belongings I had no guilt whatsoever as my hands plummeted through her drawers.

I will find you Mel and bring you home.


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