Melody's POV:
He thinks I'm crazy. He doesn't believe me and I guess it is a bit farfetched but I know what I saw. I saw a ghost, a ghost with track marks down her face, where she'd been crying, a look of abject desolation in her features.
I'm tired and it's making me testy, perhaps that's why I'm so p*ssed with him. I mean, realistically if he told me he'd seen a ghost I'd have laughed in his face so I know I'm being a two faced b*tch - massive double standards. Except I'm too tired to give a rat's arse.
I spend the whole day angry with him but he barely reacts. It's not until our friends are planning our evening at the dinner table that he finally cracks.
"Melody is going to bed," Zach tells them without consulting me. Our friends seem to find it hilarious but I'm livid. How dare he decide that I need to go to bed. Sure, I'm bloody exhausted but still it should be my f*cking call.
He takes my hand and drags me out of the canteen, leading me back to Wilberforce house.