Break This Spell You've Created

Melinda's pov

I woke to the sound of someone at my door. Confused at who would be knocking at my door at 6am in the morning, I throw the covers to the side. I put on some slippers because the floor was cold, and a robe because the room was cold. I walk to the door and opened it.

"Peter?" I said still half asleep.
"Morning, Mel, you don't mind if I call you Mel, do you?" asked Peter.
"No." I said."Why are you here so early?"
"I wanted to show you something." said Peter.
"Your not going to kill me right?" I said.
"No, wouldn't dream of it." said Peter.
"uhh..let me change." I said closing the door. I quickly find something and pull the clothes on. When I came out I saw Peter waiting patiently. He leads me to the other side of the mansion.

We reach a door, and Peter opens it. When I came in I gasped at the sight. It was a room full of art, things. Paint.Portraits. Brushes. And loads more.
"This is incredible." I said.
"I've seen your drawings and thought they were pretty good. And since you're a hostage and has nothing to do, I thought you and me could paint." said Peter.
"Yeah I'd love to." I said. For the next few hours, me and Peter started to paint. I painted a valley during the night. Peter did a field of red roses."What do you think?" I asked Peter.
"Wicked." said Peter nodding his head. I chuckle.
"You're not a bad artist yourself." I smirked as I saw his work.
"One does try." said Peter.
"So how did you get into this kidnapped business?" I asked.
(sigh)"Family business. My father and John are best mates, so only natural for me and Nathan to be best mates." said Peter.
"Don't you wish you could've done something different with your life?" I asked.
"Everyday. I wanted to be a cook." said Peter.
"Culinary Arts are awesome." i said smiling."My nanny cooks the best pozole in the whole world."
"What's pozole?" asked Peter.
"Oh! It's like a soup, and it has meat, and this maze grains. It's awesome. If I get out of this alive, I'll cook you some." I said.
"You shouldn't worry, Mel. This kind of things happen everyday. I'm sure your dad has what John wants." said Peter.
" What DOES John want from my father?" I asked.
"It's drug dealer business. But I think your dad black mailed John trying to get out of the business." said Peter.
"My dad wanted to change?" I said half saying to myself.
"From what I've heard. Yes." said Peter.
"Well I'm just glad my brothers are okay. If something ever happened to them, I would never forgive myself. Poor Rodrigo, he must think I left him or something." I said.
"Who's Rodrigo?" asked Peter a bit defensively.
"My best guy friend. I've known him since Middle School. He makes me laugh so hard it hurts." I said remembering. Then I become sad. How I missed to skate.
"Whats wrong?" asked Peter putting his hand on mine, it didn't bother me, but I didn't feel exactly comfortable.
"I just miss doing what I wish. Like skating, and playing my guitar. But never mind that. Tell me more about yourself Peter. From the bunch in this house you seem the most normal." I said. Peter laughs."What's so funny?"

"I'm everything, but normal." said Peter.
"I don't buy it." I said smiling. I then just notice his hand was still on mine and he notices too, we both blush and we pull our hands away.
"Ahem...so wanna walk around?" asked Peter.
"Yeah." I said not looking at him.
We step out of the room and saw someone coming our way.
"Morning Melinda, Morning Peter," said Mary Nathan's Aunt."what were you two doing in there by yourselves?"
"We were painting." I answered. She gives me a suspicious look. What? Did she think me and Peter were doing something? Like what?
"Painting?" asked Mary.
"Yes." answered Peter coldly.
"Well breakfast is being served." said Mary.
"Thank you." I said. Me and Peter pass her. I know she kept looking at us. Once downstairs."Ugh! what does she think we were doing in? each other?"
Peter chuckles.
"Did you forget, you're Nathan's girlfriend?" asked peter. My heart sank.
"Oh, I forgot." I said depressed."Me and my big mouth."
"You don't fancy Nathan very much do you?" asked Peter.
"I don't know what 'fancy' means, but if you're asking if I like him as a human being, then no. He's cold and distant. The total opposite of you." I said with a smile. Peter smiles.
"He used to be a happier person, but then Lucy appeared...sorry, Nathan should be the one tell his story." said Peter.
"No go on. I won't tell anyone." I said more interested in who Lucy was."Nathan won't know a thing."
"I won't know about what?" asked Nathan as he appeared at the door frame of the breakfast room.
"Nothing." I said quickly. he eyes me and Peter.
"It's too early in the morning." sighed Nathan. I sigh in relief."Come on let's get through this week, with this lie."
"Ditto." I said and followed him. Nathan sat next to John and I sat next to Nathan.

"How did you sleep, Melinda?" asked John picking his eggs.
"Very well, thank you." I said.
"I'm glad. I have some bad news, so after breakfast please meet me in the office, you too Nathan." said John. My heart started to beat. I tried to look for answers in Nathan's eyes, but found nothing. I didn't eat very well. I kept shaking my leg.
"Stop that!" Nathan hissed in my ear.
"I can't, I'm nervous." I said biting my nails.
"why don't you just eat your nails for breakfast?" said Nathan.
"You don't you get some balls?" I hissed back.
"Sooo, Melinda how did you and Nathan meet?" asked Mary who was sitting across from us.
"well...uh...you see..." I stuttered.
"Party." said Nathan.
"Right. I was by the pool and Nathan approached me, asked me to dance. I refused but then he gave me this puppy look and BEGGED me to dance with him." I lied. I could feel Nathan's angry eyes on me.
"Really? Girls are usually the ones begging Nathan." said Jacob.
"I was an exception." I said with a smile." we wove each other wery much, don't we." I said in a baby voice and squeezed Nathan's nose. He stops my hand from moving his nose.
"Yes we do." said Nathan making his baby voice, and squeezed me cheeks."I wove you wery much."
I take his hands and stop him from moving my cheeks.
"Young love! So how far have you two gone?" asked Henry.
"Uncle." hissed Nathan.
"What?" I asked surprised by his question.
"Which 'base' as the Americans say are you two at?" asked Henry.
"Uhhh.." I said.
"Close to third." smirked Nathan.
"Ohhh." they said. I glare at Nathan.
"Not true. I won't get to third, until I'm married. We're still in first." I said.
"Come on love, their family they need to know the truth." said Nathan.I force a smile.
"Don't make me hurt you Nathan." I said through my smile.
"Well show us the love you have for each other." said Henry.
"N-no, it's not appropriate." I said.
"Come on, like Nathan said, we're family." said Mary. I look over to John who had the you-better-do-it-look. I force a smile and face Nathan, who had a sterned face. We lean in for the kiss....

"I want to be a chef!!" Peter yelled. Me and Nathan stopped leaning, so we didn't kiss.
"You? A chef?" asked Henry.
"Do you know how to cook?" asked Mary. I wanted to say 'Obviously, if he wants to cook' but that would only draw the attention back to me and Nathan. Blushing I tried to eat.

~John's Office~
Everyone was dismissed to do what they wish. I mouth Peter 'Thank you', he nods.
"Melinda, Nathan. My office if you please." said John leading the way. I take a deep breath before walking behind Nathan. John leads us to a normal office with books. Bunch of chairs, papers on the desk and a laptop on the desk. John seats on the big chair and me and Nathan take the ones across the table. I begin to shake my right leg again. I bite my lip.
"I have not heard from your father. It worries me. I will send one more threat and if by the end of the week I don't hear from him, it's your life!" said John. I jump a little. My saliva was gone and breath was short."You're still a hostage....nothing more....I will let you talk to your father maybe that way he will finally realize the risk."
"If you do kill me. Please don't hurt my face. I mean for my little brothers. I don't want them to see me dead and with bruises on my face." I said with a worried look.
"I'm not sure about killing you...yet. If you're gone, the family will start asking questions. And no doubt your death will be in every newspaper." said John.
"Is that suppose to make me feel better?" I asked.
"No." said John.
"Then good. Cuz it didn't." I said.
"Now about this sharam you got yourselves into. You need to start acting like a couple, that means showing affection." John pointing at me.
"what?" I asked.
"Have you even had a boyfriend?" asked Nathan with his arms crossed.
"Yes. His name was Rodrigo and we ended on good terms. What about you?" I asked.
"I've had many." said Nathan.
"Man-who.re" I said. Nathan rolls his eyes.