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

Chapter 14: It's all in your head

It was a quiet night, not much different from the others. It seemed that Mr. Tweedy was too entertained with his binoculars to want to go to sleep. I pretended to read, counting the seconds left until I was alone with her, although she didn't seem to be in a very good mood. She went over her accounts out loud, increasing her aggressiveness little by little.

I couldn't wait for her to tell me what was going on in her head. I loved when she was honest, when she talked to me about the things that tormented her, although that didn't happen very often.

"Emily," Willard said, motioning for me to come closer. I frowned curiously and obeyed, putting my book aside. "Look at that..." He whispered, offering the binoculars to me.

I cautiously picked them up and looked through them. At first I didn't see anything, until I pointed towards the chicken coops. That chicken who in the last few days had done everything she could to give Mr.Tweedy trouble seemed to be walking in a strange way, as if she was trying to hide, as if he was really up to something.

That was quite interesting. It seemed that the farmer's suspicions were not entirely stupid. At least that would keep him oblivious to the other things that happened in that house when he went to sleep or wasn't around.

"Wow, it looks like..." I muttered, watching the animal get into a chicken coop with the same suspicious appearance.

"Like they're up to something, right?" Mr.Tweedy finished the sentence for me. He seemed quite nervous. I nodded with some doubts, but not being able to deny what I had just seen.

"Silence," Melisha said, interrupting our conversation. I looked at her and shrugged.

"Look, there she is again," Willard said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I narrowed my eyes.

"I said, silence..." Melisha repeated, with an increasingly dangerous voice.

I didn't want to say anything, but I kept looking towards the chicken coops. Certainly the behaviour of that hen was surprising. She seemed like a true stealth expert.

"Those chickens are up to something, I'm sure. They're organized and that ginger one seems to be their leader..."

"Mr.Tweedy!" Melisha shouted, hitting the desk hard. I jumped in fright and cowered on the couch.

Those weeks of kisses and affection had made me forget how terrible that woman could be. I could feel the hatred in her words, an enormous amount of hatred towards her husband. My conscience attacked again, making me feel guilty.

"I'm trying to concentrate on not losing another penny on this damn farm and what you are on about? Ridiculous notions of escaping chickens..."

"But, but..." Her husband excused himself, sinking into the chair. I moved away from the scene a little when Melisha stood up from the desk, walking slowly towards us.

"It's all in your head, Mr.Tweedy..." She said, leaning towards him. "Say it!"

I could see the fear in the farmer's eyes. It actually seemed like a bit of an exaggerated reaction to me. In those moments I had to admit that this woman was truly scary.

"It's, it's all in my head..." The trembling man repeated.

"Now you keep telling yourself that," she said satisfied, looking at me out of the corner of her eye. She didn't see even a hint of guilt in her eyes. That made me feel a chill. "Because I won't hear another word about it, is that clear?"

I felt very sorry for him. In part, he seemed to be right. What I felt for Melisha was getting stronger, but my spirit of justice was screaming to come out and I couldn't help it.