Melany Fellington is a young girl who lives in poverty in a changed world. She doesn't have what others have the room to have, but family made what she has more than enough. During substandard times of oppression, a fatal interference threatens her...
Author's note: Hey 🤗...I know this chapter is really late y'all. I know, but I appreciate all of you for being so patient. My life got hectic and I'm busy with studies in college, family, friends, and even self care.
I've been working on this chapter and perfecting it for a while now, but in all its glory, it's unedited and there may be, no there will be mistakes, but please bear with me because I'll edit it as soon as I have the time.
I love you all and I hope that you love this next chapter. 🤍
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(Friday, October 5th) (7:41 a.m.)
My broken unmoving body was connected to the cold basement floor as my eyes ardently blinked to unsteadily focus on Carra cradling a trembling boy closer to her side when the loud banging on the basement door heightened, the sound of the wooden door breaking down from the form of its security, metal hinges spiraling out of place and the door being shattered into splinters by a man that blindly stomped down the stone steps of the basement in his rage, the man being lost to the animalistic vampirism that he never learned to control.
The rough clacking of his men's loafers made a rooting mark that these basement floors would never forget, each step predatory and slow as he approached two women that wanted no parts of the destructive havoc that his intentions burned in the rage of.
My teeth were clenched in pain that I couldn't dissolve, my immobile body unmoving as the woman that carried a crying Olson appeared to be so shaken from focus that she was frozen in her spot, her eyes widened with apprehension of weighing levels from being face to face with the wrecking effects of persistent patterns of forcing Olson and I out of the safest and most fortified parts of their house, continuously leaving us in vulnerable positions to be attacked by not only Rockwell, but anyone.
Shaken and regretful eyes looked down at me with repentance, her eyes delivering apologizing statements that never reached my ears that could only hear predacious steps approaching. "Carra, give me my son. Be wise. Do not make this worse for yourself. You know that I have bested you in combat centuries ago, don't think that anythinghaschangedwith time," His statement a deep threat, his voice rumbling out of his chest in a growl.
His rough steps stopped beside me, his brown men's loafers planted into the ground. "No one has to get hurt," He huffed when Carra did not respond to him, his true intentions countering this meaningless statement of his. "I'll stand by my word...If you're cooperative, you and my son won't be harmed today..." He stated in a blank tone, this time not being to read his intentions clearly as he purposely became deceitful to all ears, the hidden senses of my unmoving body feeling his gaze fall on me in the next second.
