''IT WAS TIME TO FACE HER PAST.'
𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗔 𝗕𝗬𝗘𝗥𝗦 is the definition of an independent woman. Graduating with high hoanouriates, she was the first in her family to open her own business after completing college. A fashion boutique. In a shor...
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TW; Childhood abuse.
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Running. Running.
Melissa ran as fast as her legs could take her. He was coming to finish what he had started. He wouldn't stop. There was no chance of out running him but it never halted her efforts to.
Forest ambiance's fell in an unease silence, fog rolls towards syncopation to her. " I know you are out there. I can hear you, Come out, Henry." She released a half-suppressed laugh pushing her hair to the side.
Twigs breaking one meter to her left made Melissa turn staring directly in the abyss, and there he stood. Blonde, flexible, loose polished hair stuck out under from moon beams. Intense pale blue eyes ever so briefly dancing in mischievous intent.
" it appears to me I have caught you. Now, what will become of your self, I have found you. Is the question. Hmm."
Melissa, all but age sixteen, chuckles. Nothing there's to be nervous about when it came to fooling around with Henry. " I don't know, You tell me. I did last a good half an hour before you caught me. That is a new record."
Henry Creel is Melissa's at most the first boy she could call her friend. Her first day of meeting him was after she had an 'accident', her dad had become violent, escaping in to the forest. Drunk. Resorting to lacerating her arm using an old, opened broken used beer bottle. Wanting to shield herself from his alcoholic rage. Leaving a bruise on her eye lid as 'Punishment'. Henry hums, pretending to think thoroughly of her 'reward.', he drums a finger on his face.
" For your new record, my dear. I shall grant you the favour of choice. I still give you the offer to come with me. Not that I need to mention what I am specifying."
'There it is again. His riddles. I don't understand what he is implying.' Melissa pushes Henry's chest, all but playful. " There you go again, 'ry. What is this thing, you keep on trying to coax me, with wanting to join you? Huh? I'm smart. But your mind puzzles are hard to solve." She mocks, then notices how he had paused his walking. His emanation significantly increases to a degree a darkness ensnares her mind. Hand slacking to her side, Melissa uses her head to pointedly look towards Henry needing to use an angle.
