They didn’t have any plans that Jane knew of. The last thing Jane had heard, Melissa’s parents were coming to see her later that day. Suddenly Jane had a horrible sinking feeling, that only got worse when she saw the glum, lost, lonely look on Melissa’s face.
Jane knelt down beside her friend, “Melissa?” she said softly. “Hey, Mel, come here sweetie,” she added after Melissa didn’t even look up, Jane twisted to sit down next to her, wrapping an arm around her, letting Melissa rest her head on her shoulder.
“I’ve got get you a key,” Jane murmured, not sure exactly what else to say. Jane had no idea what was wrong, and Melissa obviously wasn’t in the mood to talk. She seemed very wrapped up in her own thoughts. Jane knew she needed to say something to pull her out of her own head. That seemed to work.
“What?” Melissa said.
“Then you wouldn’t be sitting out here in the cold, waiting for me,” Jane explained gently.
“Oh,” she said quietly. Then slumped back against Jane. “I don’t even know if I’d have thought to use it even if I did have one. I’m not thinking straight.”
‘Damn. This is bad.’ Jane thought to herself.
“Come on Mel, let’s go inside,” Jane suggested, pulling Melissa to her feet, she then lead her up the stairs and inside.
As it turned out, Jane was right. Melissa’s parents had once again cancelled coming to see her. Leaving Melissa once again feeling lost and unwanted. Her parents had never spent any real time with her as a kid, and weren’t all that bothered about keeping in touch with her now that she had moved out. Glum didn’t even begin to cover how upset Melissa was feeling.
A part of Melissa would always be that little girl who struggled to find her place, who felt alone and unwanted. Part of her would always be that little girl whose parents cared more about their careers, travelling and each other more than they did about her. Part of Melissa would always be that little girl who was seriously neglected for the majority of her childhood. Part of her would always have problems trusting people, believing that people loved her, that she was wanted, cared about. And that part of her had been exposed for all to see, after her parents had once again not bothered to take the time to see her. They had once again put their careers, themselves before their daughter. They hadn’t seen her in almost two years, and instead of being excited to see her again, to see where she lived, where she had made her home, they had cancelled on her last minutes and left her upset.