She stripped, danced and stripped. She smiled when she heard Jax was upstairs waiting. Her head shakes. She was foolish, on drugs and foolish.
"Sleep, Melodie. You're going to need it, baby." Melodie looks at Jax, her head shaking. "Don't, I can see it. You did nothing wrong. That drug is made to ensure people on it loosen up, strip and dance and not see sense. You saw sense before all those girls, Melodie. You tried to leave and were tricked. You're stronger than you think, and I don't look at you any differently. If you remember, I watched you recently strip and dance around a guy." Melodie nods. that was different. She was an adult, not a fourteen-year-old wanting attention.
Saying nothing else, they walk upstairs. Melodie climbs into bed. Jax's arm wraps around her in a way to try t
