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

Chapter 19:This is our future

From that horrible day onwards, time began to pass quickly, mercilessly. Everything bad that was in my thoughts was accentuated little by little. My mind stopped thinking clearly. Every day was a new discovery of my dark side. I stopped smiling, at least in the moments when we were not alone.

I knew it wasn't his fault, I knew it but I still couldn't help but develop an irrational hatred for poor Willard Tweedy. He, despite being last on the list of geniuses, had by chance gotten Melisha to be next to him. The reasons were insignificant. What was clear was that he was her husband. He could enjoy her whenever he wanted. She was her wife forever.

It might seem like a simple matter of jealousy. No way. It was something much more complicated. She didn't love him, she despised him. Even so, those small privileges that her marriage granted her were enough to unleash the cruellest of envies within me.

It was a reprehensible and childish thought. Time was against me, and all I could do was feel like a mere spectator, one who waited until the end of the performance to get some time alone. That stopped being enough since my mother's phone call, although in reality, it was never enough.

Melisha, on the other hand, seemed relaxed, happy in a disturbing way. I knew her well enough to know that she was up to something. Maybe those were the only good thoughts flooding my mind.

Our relationship did not cool down. On the contrary, it intensified. It was compressed into smaller spaces of time, with less conversation and more action. Surely I would be taking advantage of the little time we had left. Every night she came to my room, every night we made love as if it were the last time. The more the days passed the closer that statement became to being true.

But there was something strange about her. Her gaze was smiling, oblivious to the last argument. Could it be that she really had some plan for us? I didn't know, although it seemed unlikely to me. Not even the strange behaviour of the chickens could keep me from the curiosity I had about those strange looks.

"Melisha..." I whispered, resting on her chest, covering us from the cold with the sheets of my bed. The moon was the only thing that gave a little light to the darkness of the silent room, recovering from the indecent sounds that had filled its walls a few minutes before.

"Mm?" She murmured.

As usual, her gaze slowly moved away from mine. I didn't know what she was thinking, but she seemed to be a long way from the farm lately.

"What are you up to?" I asked without hesitation. I had been asking myself that question for a long time, I couldn't contain myself anymore.

She looked down with a mocking smile.

"What do you mean?" She asked, acting as if she didn't know what I was talking about.

I sat up, glaring at her.

"Come on..." I whispered, keeping my accusing eyes with hers. She laughed softly, her eyes slightly different, eager.

"Okay, you got me," she acknowledged. I was surprised at how easy it was for me. "I wanted it to be a surprise but..."

I sat up, moving away to sit on the bed. If it was an escape plan followed by a promising life together, I wanted to know everything.

"I can't promise anything, brat, but if this goes well, maybe our luck could change," she said in a cautious tone.

"I want to know everything," I said, resting my hands on her bare shoulders, harassing her with my gaze.

"Maybe it's better that you see it for yourself..." She said with a funny look. I was speechless. She knew what she was like, that she liked to joke. But on that occasion I was serious. If it was something that could make the impossible possible, he wanted to know it, he wanted to know every last detail.