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

Chapter 10: Something had started

The days passed and October came to an end. That absurd chase strategy didn't work. Now we were further away than ever. She couldn't deny that she was avoiding me, it was so exaggerated that I'm surprised Mr Tweedy didn't realize something strange was going on. In truth, it doesn't surprise me either. His paranoia with the chickens was going from bad to worse. Surely that kept him oblivious to what was happening between his wife and me. Every time I imagined his reaction when he found out, I had to suppress an impulse to hide under a table.

I kept thinking about the things I was beginning to feel, I was even distracted. I was so confused that I didn't even talk to the chickens about it. To agree with Willard, they behaved a little more strangely than usual.

I looked at her from a distance. I noticed her droopy expression, the progressive increase in dark circles on her face. She was not having a good time. She would also be wondering many things. It was difficult to know. She was cold and unbreakable, she would never give up.

At least I had occasional trips off the farm and bike rides that I thought cleared my head.

On one of them, I stumbled clumsily, probably because my head was anywhere but on the road.

"Oh, great, magnificent," I said, rubbing the leg I fell on, getting up from the ground.

"Are you okay?" A voice asked, approaching quickly. It was the milkmen's daughter, Daisy. I was glad to see a friendly face.

"Yes, yes..." I said a little embarrassed, letting the girl help to put the bike back on its wheels. "It was a silly fall. Thank you."

"Hey, Emily, you don't look well..." The girl told me, uncomfortably studying my features.

Yes, my dream had been disturbed again. The helplessness of not finding an answer that would convince me about what happened along with fleeting memories of those kisses prevented me from sleeping like a normal person.

"Well, I'm sleeping badly lately," I whispered, squinting as I thought about the reasons.

"Do you know what you need?" She asked happily.

Yes, may that witch have the courage to explain to me what happening in her damn head.

I shook my head, omitting that first sentence that came to mind.

"A tea," she said with a smile. I stayed thoughtful. After all, I didn't have to do anything that day.

I figured spending some time with a nice person, away from the farm and Melisha, wouldn't hurt at all.

"So that's all..." I sighed as I finished my painful story of how I began to forget about Hugh the idiot. It's not that I gain confidence easily, but I didn't see any reason not to tell it to her, it's not that I've kissed a woman...

"Well, my mother says that when God closes a door, He opens a window," she said, sipping from her cup of tea. I couldn't help but smile wryly. That window was sealed with concrete.

"Maybe..." I whispered, finishing my tea, letting a listless sigh leave my mouth again.

"Hey, how are you doing with the Tweedys?" She asked innocently.

I, surprised by that question, choked embarrassingly, earning myself some gentle pats on the back.

"Well, I can't complain," I lied. If only she knew what had happened just a week ago...

Apparently that girl was kind, and she seemed to trust me. I trusted her and a stupid idea crossed my head. She couldn't talk about my problems with anyone, but maybe I could force her to give me the second opinion I desperately need. Subtly, of course, you can tell that poor Daisy hasn't had the best upbringing in the world.