Diamond In The Rough

Melanie Rodas (played by Ariana Grande) is an outcast. But only because she makes herself that way. She has one friend, Jennifer Orellana, who has always been there for her through her problems. Tragedy hits, and Melanie's 'problem' becomes an addiction- an obsession. One day, a certain boy steps into her life, and Melanie is faced with a problem she has never been faced with- love. But this boy won't even glance because of her addiction, so she goes to her for help. Melanie is a diamond in the rough that needs help and care,
and Love.
Follow along through the journey of Liam and Melanie, as they go through heartache, and love, pain and pleasure, but most of all
Being Together.


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Chapter Two

            “Melanie? Where are you?” “I’m walking out of work papa. I’ll be home soon.” “That’s the thing Melanie.” “What is it papa?” “I think you need a break Melanie.” “A break? What do you mean?” “I bought you a plane ticket to go and visit your mother’s friend in the UK.” Melanie stayed quiet. She didn’t know what to say. “How long am I going to visit?” “Well, one year Melanie. I think Spain is holding too many memories for you; good and bad.” “Oh. Okay papa. I’ll pack when I get home.” “Okay Melanie. I’ll see you soon. I love you.” “I love you too papa.” Melanie pressed the end button on her phone and a shaky breath escaped her mouth. “Heart, beats, fast, colors and promises. How to be brave, how can I love when I’m afraid to fall, watching you stand alone, all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow.” The words escaped her mouth, a habit she didn’t know how to stop. “I have loved you for a thousand years; I’ll love you for a thousand more.” Sadness washed over her and tears fell down her face. She walked over to the small steps of the building in front of her.

“You’re gonna catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul, so don’t come back for me; who do you think you are?” More and more tears fell and she stopped singing. She felt numb, and sore and cold and she wanted to go home but she didn’t have the energy. “Oh stop being a cry baby.” Melanie looked up and saw… ”Jennifer, aren’t you dead?” “Oh please. This is a figment of your imagination. I just need to tell you something Melanie.” ‘Jennifer’ stopped talking and her perfect smile spread across her face. “I may be gone, but that doesn’t mean you have to be like this. You were my best friend, and I don’t want you like this. You can cry, I’m not stopping you, but please don’t let the alcohol take over your life. Please Melanie…” Jennifer faded away. “Jennifer… Not again… please…” Melanie whispered. “I’m never leaving you, I’ll be right here, in your heart. With you wherever you go, just like your mama.” And then Melanie couldn’t take it anymore. She got up and wiped her tears away. “I’m done.”

She didn’t mean it, but she thought she did. She thought she was done drinking, done crying, done being in grief, but she wasn’t. She wasn’t even close. She thought she was done. But it wasn’t the end. It wasn’t even the beginning of the end, but maybe it was the end of the beginning.

            She walked home the rest of the way, forcing her tears not to come out, wanting to be strong for her dad. The only thing she had left. The only person she had left and she didn’t want it to be that way. She knew she had two things left; her dad, and then the second option:

Alcohol; it had always been a problem with Melanie ever since she was 15, but whenever Melanie was stressed, she would turn into an alcoholic, just as she had the night before. She walked into her house, only to find it empty. She sighed, ignoring the note on the table and walked upstairs to her room, pulling out her suitcase from her closet. She slipped out of her work clothes, pulling on a pair of grey sweatpants, and a black tank top, leaving her hair down and natural, falling to her waist. She pulled clothes out of her closet, and filled her suitcase with it. After she was done she walked downstairs and finally grabbed the note that was on the table.


When I said that you needed a break, I meant it for me as well. I’m leaving but I can’t bear to tell you where, or say it to your face. That is why you’re going to your mother’s friend’s house in the UK. I put your plane ticket in the drawer in the kitchen. Please don’t be against them, because I know out of anger you’re going to take it out on them, because they don’t deserve it. She is just as sad as you are and I don’t need you to be angry with them. Be angry with me.


You’re Papa.

P.S: I took all the alcohol; don’t you dare go out and buy any.


Anger ran through Melanie as she ripped up the pieces of paper. “Who the hell do you think you are?” She screamed. She grabbed the closest thing to her, throwing it at the wall. She continued this process, until she didn’t have anything left to throw. Everyone was leaving her, and she didn’t like it. Not one bit. She wanted her dad back. She wanted her mom back. She wanted Jennifer back. She needed alcohol. She needed it quick. She started going through a nervous breakdown; sweat slowly falling down her fore head, her hands shaking violently. “No… no… no… Not again.”

And then;


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