''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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Fear can differentiate in meanings. Clowns, a fear of heights, the water. For Melissa Byers it was seeing one of those horrendous creatures, from that place, screeching and bursting out of her house's wall. She never in her life ran as fast as she did. She had to. Her, and Joyce's, life depended on it.
Running on a secluded back road, where Jonathan had made his return after coming back home from his errands, hopper came back bringing back up. It wasn't exactly a sight Jim wanted to see— Melissa, eyes shifting all over the midnight dark sky scouting for threats. Joyce hanging on Jonathan's body dryly heaving in panic.
Now there she sat, in a shroud of blue and red lights flashing from an overhead police siren, on her front porch both hands woven staring; drained. Distant voices of hopper could be heard explaining to Joyce his working theory of how he thinks will could have crashed his bike. Accidentally falling in to the quarry, hundreds of kilometres up from the cliff.
'It's not my brother. He's alive. He's.. alive. I could hear him. I know my brother and his voice. It's definitely him. He's so close.'
On-duty officer Callahan came out, flickering off his flashlight, taking a step backwards out of being startled from Melissa's figure sitting on the concrete.
" Jesus, kid. You scared me, y'kay there? Do you need medical assistance? I can get an ambulance here.. or? From the way your mom, described things, sounds to me you need a whole lot of help. Psychologically.."
she hears him mutter under his breath, thinking it would go unheard. Melissa seethes not able to hold in her irritation. Getting up from her spot on the ground, off her porch, she thrusts one finger in his face.
His eyes broaden in size, a hand instinctually making a move for his gun.
" I have quite enough of all this bullshit you, and everyone in this town, put my family through. Not believing my mom, how you treated will. Don't even get me started on the treatment Jonathan has received. I've seen the stares in town, I get. I've seen them all, and I haven't been back all but five minutes in this god forsaken town I use to call home. I hear the whispers of The crazy bitch is back after six long years."
