Desperate times call for unexpected loves (Melisha Tweedy x FemOC)

Chapter 2: First day at work

The loud crowing of a rooster brought me out of a deep sleep. The sun's rays timidly peeked through the small window. I didn't know what time it was, but it was dawn. With my heart pounding, I sat up taking a look at the letter I wrote that night. I didn't know if I really wrote it to my boyfriend, or if I just did it to vent. Anyway, it would be nice to hear news from him. I was hoping to send it.

I rubbed my eyes and yawned exaggeratedly. I had managed to sleep without dying of hypothermia, but little by little I began to remember where I was and what awaited me that day. I took a deep breath and uncovered myself, feeling an icy breeze that stabbed into my body like blades.

I stayed looking at my feet, trying to wake up permanently, and telling myself that it wouldn't be that big of a deal, that the first day is always the worst. I was just trying to fool myself. I would have to deal with Melisha Tweedy again, with this woman who clearly despised my presence. I tried to calm down, believing that it wouldn't be that bad.

A loud knock on the door told me that I was only fooling myself.

"Brat! Get up!" The woman shouted from the other side of the door. I cowered in bed and took advantage of the fact that the door was closed to direct an angry look at her.

Luckily it didn't last long, because unexpectedly, that woman opened the door. She was already dressed. I must say that I admire her ability to get up early, although I felt deeply assaulted.

"Hey!" I shouted without thinking, covering myself, because I had started to undress. I squeezed my eyes shut as I began to regret that answer. I'm normally polite, but I hate having my privacy invaded. I guess that's why I jumped like that. She raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms.

"Oh, excuse me, your majesty," she said with a wry smile. "Wake up, you have a lot of things to do," she said with her usual bitter tone, slamming the door.

"But what's wrong with her?" I asked myself in a low voice, shaking my head. Sighing and trying to forget the "great" start to the day, I finished dressing, timidly going down the stairs.

"Good morning, Emily, how was your night?" The kind Mr Tweedy asked, offering me a cup of what looked like coffee.

"Good morning Mr Tweedy. I think I've had better nights," I answered honestly, sitting next to him. He smiled, nodding.

"You'll see how you get used to it," he said, looking at the newspaper in his hand.

"I hope so," I sighed in a practically inaudible tone. I stirred the coffee with the spoon, studying the noises around me. There seemed to be no sign of Mrs Tweedy, but that didn't mean she wasn't around.

After a few moments of silence that I appreciated, the man stood up, stretching.

"Anyway, I have to go to town, I hope it won't take too long," he said, picking up a small hat.

I saw the opportunity before my eyes, I didn't even stop to think that it meant being alone with his wife.

"Wait, Mr Tweedy!" I stopped him before he walked out the door. "Would you mind delivering this letter to the postal service?" I said, taking the envelope out of my pocket.

He, smiling as always, nodded. Thank God there is only one demon in that house.

"Of course, don't worry."

"Thank you," I sighed in relief.

"My wife will be in the warehouse, she will update you," he said before disappearing. "Oh, and Emily... Don't worry, even though it seems like it... She doesn't bite," he commented in a lower tone, covering her mouth with her hand.