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

Chapter 7: An unexpected class

The truce lasted at least the next three days. Things calmed down so much that my sleep returned to normal. The routine became easier. There were no more fights or ridicule. Just small dry and insignificant conversations. My head still thought about Hugh, but it did so less and less frequently. There is one step from love to hate, they used to say. I never believed it was true, it seemed vulgar to me, a very pragmatic way of seeing things.

I felt very young at that moment, like a little girl who realizes that life is not colourful and happy. It was that same kind of disappointment.

I continued with my strong posture and little given to surrender, Melisha tried not to speak more than necessary. It's funny how little by little, I began to miss our arguments, no matter how unpleasant they were. But I didn't try to go back to them. For now everything was calm, there was no need to wake the beast.

Even though I was calm, I felt the strange need to travel a little deeper into her soul, to unravel the mysteries that this woman generated in me, all the questions that were repeated in my head day after day. The book of War says: Know your enemy.

I doubt at this point she's still an enemy. She wasn't my friend either, far from it. A mother figure? Not at all. A woman I lived with? It sounded too empty to be just that. I think I was thinking too much about it.

"Letter for you, brat," she told me as I entered the living room. It was another of those peaceful nights. My book was looking forward to that moment of the night.

I, with a dark look, took the envelope from her hand and turned it over. The sender made me a little nervous, but not as much as other times. It was a letter from Hugh. Maybe I should have accepted reality and read its content. I'm sure what he said was important, since I hadn't written to him in a while. I didn't care. Without thinking twice, I walked over to the fireplace and threw the unopened letter into the fire.

"I see you've gotten over it..." Melisha murmured, looking at me over her papers. I didn't respond immediately, but I gave her a knowing look.

"I'm not interested in what he has to say," I said, dropping onto the couch. She nodded reluctantly and returned to her papers.

"Mm..." She murmured.

In those moments I wished I had a clamp in my mouth to avoid me to speak.

"Besides, what was he going to tell me? I'm sorry, darling, but your friend responds better to my requests than you do. I can do whatever I want with her..." I said mockingly.

Melisha sighed, dropping the pencil on the table and crossing her arms, leaning her back to the chair.

"Stupid cretin..." I growled, closing the book again, startling Mrs Tweedy a little, who was looking at me with interest.

"You're incapable of being quiet, right?" She said with a funny voice, arrogant but without apparent malice.

"I'm not talking to you," I responded arrogantly, looking at her with dangerous eyes. She laughed, shaking her head.

"Are you talking to the owl?" She asked sarcastically, gesturing to a glass bell with a stuffed bird inside. It gave me chills.

"I'm talking to myself," I said through clenched teeth, controlling my tone of voice a little.

"Of course, of course..." She murmured, sealing a sheet of paper.

"Seriously, are all men like that?" I asked into the air. I knew this question didn't need an answer, but not having one made me feel uncomfortable. I looked at her long enough for her to notice me and raise her blue eyes to mine again. She seemed confused and upset, as always.