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

Chapter 22: It's all over

After that strange deal, a race against time began. I was no longer worried about returning to my parents, but rather that the machine would be repaired. I have never cheated, especially in something like this. I wasn't going to interfere, I was simply going to observe Mr.Tweedy's futile efforts to fix the machine.

Three days, in just three days, fixing that mess was practically impossible. It was better to get used to the idea that I was going to win, it was better to have a plan. No matter how much I searched, I couldn't think of any.

Two women alone against the world, without a place to take refuge. It sounded daunting, but more promising than crushing those thinking chickens. The thought of breaking into my parents' house and ransacking it was still in my mind. I thought about it when I was alone.

My parents. The man and woman who gave me life, who always did the best for me. If only there was some way to tell them, to talk to them. No, it was a bad idea. It was not a farm boy, it was an adult woman, a married one, but above all, a woman. They would never understand it. Dialogue was not possible.

Melisha was keeping an eye on her husband's work, supervising his attempts to fix that pie machine. I didn't know for sure if she was doing it out of pride, or because she couldn't bear the idea of agreeing with me. I didn't care about that, at least she came to my room that night, and at least we forgot our problems for a while.

The next day, my thoughts began to work on a fanciful escape plan. For a moment I felt like those chickens, which, by the way, were acting even stranger.

Every time I saw that ginger chicken, I asked myself a million questions. How the hell did she escape? Was that rooster real? Could it be this Rocky guy?

It was absurd to continue with the matter of the chickens. I had too many problems in my head.

Without any news, the second day arrived and with it, a growing hope and at the same time an absurd fear of the unknown, of the future, that future that I longed for so much.

"I think that's it..." Willard whispered, under the watchful eye of his wife.

I crossed my fingers that it wouldn't work. It looked like I was going to lose after all.

With a horrible noise, that machine started, but not for long. A burst of black smoke hit Melisha in the face, making me have to put my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing.

"Idiot..." She hissed, her face and hair covered in soot. Her eyes darted dangerously to mine. It was time to flee.

"Are you having fun, brat?" She asked me with her arms crossed. I couldn't take her seriously with that look. I let the laughter take me wherever it wanted.

"You have something on your face," I said mockingly, taking advantage of that small moment of weakness, of humiliation.

She, on the other hand, didn't seem bothered. She smiled evilly, gesturing for me to follow her.

"What's wrong?" I asked, stopping laughing. Had she already given up?

Melisha pointed to one of the failed pies.

"Maybe you wouldn't laugh so much when you saw this," she said with a confident voice.

My desire overcame my reasoning, pushing me to put my head closer to that pie. Bad decision.

With one swift movement, Melisha grabbed my neck, lowering my head until it was completely engulfed in gravy and chunks of carrots. I should have imagined it.

"Hey..." I protested with my mouth open, removing that gravy from my eyes. An evil laugh was the definitive proof of her small victory.

"You have something on your face, brat," she said with a vengeful voice, wiping away the soot with her hand.