Zach's POV:
Melody is asleep. We've watched two films. The second has just finished and she's asleep. Our friends are gathering their things together, ready to head to their beds but I don't want to disturb Melody while she's asleep. The others wave me goodbye. I'll need to wake her soon. We need to get back to Wilberforce house before curfew. It's 10 o'clock now. We have thirty minutes. She can rest for another twenty at least and that way I don't have to say goodnight just yet.
Melody is pretty when she sleeps. Her mouth is slightly open and her face is pure peace. She rubs her face with her hand slightly. I worry that she is waking up so I close my eyes and pretend to sleep.
I jolt up when I hear a bang not a second later. Melody wakes too. From somewhere above us comes the sound of voices. They are angry, furious even.
"What's going on?" Melody asks, as she stretches and yarns.
"Not sure. Someone's shouting upstairs."