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Melanie’s p. o. v
Sitting on the reading desk in my room, I have a stack of unfinished files on my desk to work on and I have to complete it this night. I decided to work from home today, just so I could escape from my stalker. At least I will be safe at home than on the street.
I called March earlier this morning and informed her that I won’t be able to come to work. She pester me until I had to lie to her again. I told her I was sick and I won’t be able to drive myself to work. After telling me ‘sorry’, and a lot of ‘you will be fine’, she hung up the call and I couldn’t ask for more.
It’s night already and I’ve been working my ass off since daybreak. I raised the last file to my face, checking out what was written in it. Honestly, I have been going through this particular file for the past fifty minutes and I could swear I don’t understand a shit that was written in the file.
“How now?” I groan tiredly, dropping it back to the table. “Just when I thought I’ll finally get everything done so I could rest, this one’s content decide to play hide and seek with me.” I hiss, stretching my back which seems to be stiff from the hard work.
“I need to go on a hiatus from this file if I don’t want to break down later.” I drop the pen and get my butt off the seat.
I walk up to the refrigerator and take out a bottle of water. After gulping down the little my gut could take, I drop the bottle back into the refrigerator and shut the door.
I stride back to my reading desk, about to sit down back when the door creeps open. I hastily glance at the exit to see my mom pop in from the door.
“How nice!” I groan, settling down on the desk. “What do you want, Mom?” I ask impatiently. I don’t want to have her around so she won’t detect my expression that seems to be unsettled.
Honestly, I’m not in the mood for a long talk. The files have already drained my energy and I wouldn’t want to use up the remaining energy on an old woman. Trying to explain what she would want to hear.
“Anie,” she calls, moving closer to where I sat. She clears the file on the table and rests her butt on it.
‘Only if this woman know how long I spent to get those files done, she wouldn’t shove it to a side like that’ I groans inwardly, “What do you want? I’m quite busy.” I say to her, taking my gaze to anywhere but her face.
“We ran out of groceries. Wanted to ask you to go to the nearby store but since you’re busy, I’ll go myself.” she coughs and I raise my brows at her.
Seriously?
“Mom, you have a cold, don’t you?” I sigh, slapping my forehead in annoyance. This woman will never listen to you. “You shouldn’t go out, it’s cold outside and it will worsen your sickness.” I kiss my teeth together. Stand up from the seat and grab my credit card from my purse.
“But you’re tired, you should get some rest,” Mom says, trying to take the card from me. Why is she so stubborn, huh?Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.
“It’s fine, I won’t take long it’s just a ten minutes walk from here.” I smile and slip out of the room.
Getting to the living room, I sight the kids scribbling something in their notes. I smile seeing how well Archie is treating his sister, I couldn’t be happier to see them bonding well. I quietly walk up to the door not wanting to disturb their studies. I’m almost at the door when someone with eagle eyes spot me and decided to raise an alarm.
“Mom, where are you going?” looking back I see Skye standing up with something like a sketchbook in her hand.
Sorry guys it’s the wrong information. They weren’t studying, they are drawing. Archie is a bad influence; in a good way. Ha ha!
“I’m…” I drawl the words not wanting to tell them where I’m heeding else, they’ll insist on tagging along.
“I…”
“She’s going to the supermarket to get groceries,” Mom says, walking out of my room with something that looks like a used plate in her hand.
Yeah, I forgot to clear the dishes after eating breakfast on my bed.
“Supermarket?! Alone?” Archie asks, looking back and forth between me and Mom.
I sigh, this is more of the reason why I don’t want to pull their attention. I would have gotten to the store by now.
Skye drops the sketchbook in her hand. “How about I follow you, Mommy?!” she beams with a smile.
‘Nah, I would rather walk on my head than take you to the supermarket. My credit card is going to cry’
“No. It’s alright I can go on my own. I will be back before you guys will even notice I was already gone.” I smile, slide my credit card into my pant pocket and exit the house.
I hold the two shopping bags in both hands as I drag my feet tiredly on the floor. The store is just a ten-minute walk from home but I don’t know why it seems a little far now that I’m going back home. It feels as though I’ve been walking for an hour when it’s only been five minutes.
I hate shopping and here I am, doing it for the sake of my little-big family. Guess today is my lucky day.
“Hello, how are you?” A feminine voice giggles behind me, I try turning my neck to have a proper look at the person that’s greeting me but I feel a cold object press against my neck.
I could swear I know what that is. Bitch is fucking pointing a gun at me. I feel a shiver run down my spine at the thought of this person pulling the darn trigger. I gulp hard, not knowing exactly what to do in this situation.
“I’m sorry, but who are you?” I ask, my voice coming out softer than expected. You must understand how badly I must be shuddering by now. I don’t even know this person why is she pointing a gun at me?
“Get in the car.” a grumpy voice hauls behind me and I practically jump in fright.
“Sorry,” I turn, not minding the gun that was on my neck. What I see makes me gasp in shock.
The black SUV is packed right behind me with several four people staring daggers at me. I know what that is, my stalker is finally here to kill me. I put off the shopping bags making the content littered on the floor.
I grab my dress and make to run away from these people. The back of my head gets hit by a heavy object and I fall to the ground whimpering in pain.
I feel a syringe pierce through my skin and I let out an agonising cry. That hurt so much.
“Take her to the car. Gag her mouth so she won’t be able to say a thing.” a voice says from behind and that’s the last thing I heard before drifting to unconscious.