Finally, we get up and re-dress, with a kiss we are down the stairs and in the car, happy as can be. I personally am thinking, there is no way I am touching another of her family. She deserves that respect and I find I have become rather attached to her in a way I normally avoid.
As we round the corner and hit the main road, I look over and see she is frowning. Giving her space to deal with whatever she is thinking, figuring it is the guilt of breaking daddies rule. We continue but the car is slowing and she is jerking the wheel hard back and forth as if unable to maintain a smooth track in our lane.
"Melanie?" I ask.
She looks over at me and if looks could kill, I am a dead man. "What!" she hisses in the angriest of voices.
"Maybe we should pull over sweetheart?" I venture.
"Why not!" she yells, turning a brilliant red in the face as she pulls off the road abruptly and slides to a stop. Then she is sobbing as she hugs the steering wheel to her chest.
Reaching over I place my hand on her shoulder, "Sweetheart," I start calm and easy, "what is wrong?"
It is as if she has clicked off, she just stares at me as if I am not even there.
I get up and walk around and it amazes me how easy it is to get her out of the car and then I place her on the back seat laying her down. I feel her forehead and do not feel a temperature and check her pulse it is slow and steady but it is as if she is a zombie just staring into space.
Getting in I make for her parents house.
"Is this what bi-polar is?" I wonder, "Have I really done it by going along with her?" Questions flood my mind as I drive. Pulling over the bridge into the structure I get a chill racing down my spine as we finally pull up to the house.
"Little help!" I yell scooping her up in my arms and taking her to the house.
Dad Sanders comes down the steps with a look of concern, "Oh dear." he says as he opens the door for me and both him and mom escort me to her room. I lay her on her bed and barely get a cursory look around at both girly girl posters and hunting posters on the wall.
As I lean on the wall outside her room, I feel a soft touch on my arm.
"Hey." Marcy says, "She have an episode?"
"Sure did, I guess." I tell her shrugging not sure what has happened.
"Come downstairs, you will not help here." she says leading me by the hand down to the rest of the family gathered around the kitchen table. Everyone is there but the parents and Melanie who are upstairs and Robert.
I sit down numbly wondering what could have brought on her decline. Was I too rough? Did I do something wrong?
Stephanie leans across the table showing off her ample boobs in the process as she accuses me, "Bet you fucked her didn't you!"
"What?" I say.
"Let it go Steph." Marcy says.
"You know she only gets that down if she really did something major before hand and I bet, since they were gone she took him to the lighthouse and they fucked that is all I am saying. He should fess up if he wants to help her!"
Everyone looks at me as if they are expecting an answer.
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