Melanie and Noah fell in love with one another, sharing endless emotions and perfect happiness. However, they kept their true identities a secret from one another. They were both a part of a perilous life. gang life. However, their shared affiliatio...
Duncan woke up to the sound of a door creaking open. Blinking against the morning light, he saw Sandra entering with a tray of breakfast: buttered bread, bacon, eggs, and a glass of juice.
"Good morning," Sandra said flatly as she placed the tray on the bedside table.
Duncan rubbed his eyes and sat up straight. "Morning," he mumbled, his voice still groggy from sleep. As he reached for a piece of bacon, a thought struck him. "What's up with Melanie? Where is she?"
Sandra shrugged, her expression indifferent. "Don't know, I haven't seen her a lot lately. She wakes up early every day, gets out of the house, and comes back when we all are asleep. It's hard to tell what she's up to."
Duncan sighed, frustrated by Sandra's apathy. "Sandra, you know we have to keep an eye on her. It's her father's orders, and if we want to continue working here, we have to keep her safe."
Sandra began folding the laundry on a nearby chair, her movements deliberate and slow. "Duncan, if she wants to live with Noah and thinks it's the best thing for her, what can we do? She's not a kid; she can take care of herself. She'll be fine."
"That's not you supporting her, that's just you trying to get rid of her". Duncan said with a hint of frustration. Sandra didn't respond and continued folding the laundry.
Duncan's frustration boiled over. "I am talking to you, Sandra. This isn't just about her decisions. Her father's orders come with protecting her. If you're living here, you should be doing that too, even if you don't like it."
Sandra stopped folding and looked at him, her eyes cold. "Why should I care? She doesn't even listen to us. She makes her own choices and expects us to clean up the mess."
"Because it's our job," Duncan retorted. "And beyond that, don't you feel anything for her? Aren't you worried that she might put herself in danger? You know the kinds of dangers chasing her. She's vulnerable and a target for every other gang out there."
Sandra’s demeanor shifted, her anger bubbling to the surface. "Well, guess what? It's not my fault she stopped training. And it’s certainly not my job to babysit her. I didn’t sign up for this job. I didn't ask you to join a gang. We're here because you wanted it. So now you do what you have to do."
Duncan clenched his jaw, nodding in resignation. He threw the fork he was holding onto the floor with a clatter. "Fine. I’ll handle it myself. Not because I have to, but because I care about her. Thanks for nothing, Sandra."
He stormed out of the room, leaving Sandra behind, unperturbed and resolute in her stance.
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Duncan stormed down the hallway, his footsteps echoing in the quiet house. His mind raced with worst-case scenarios as he reached Melanie's room. He knocked twice, his knuckles rapping loudly against the wood, but there was no response. Anxiety gnawed at him, he hesitated only a moment before pushing the door open. His heart sank as he found the room empty. Desperation fueling his actions, he pulled out his phone and dialed her number. On the second ring, she picked up.
