So I laid that mysterious letter on the dresser upstairs, I would get melissa to read it later, for I fear what it could be. What I know it could be...
Marcy was in the other room watching some tv playing around with her dolls we got her for her fifth birthday last month.
I decided to grab a beer and go out on the porch. Sitting on that chair gives me shivers due to the fall breeze and that glittering golden field around the house and into the distance. All was well and happy, and I was fearless.
Melissa came flying out the door with a white envelope in her hand, "What the FUCK is this, Derek?!" she screamed as she flung it at me and grabbed hold of my shirt.
I untangled her fingers from the fabric of my shirt and stood up,"You read it, I'm not getting into this."
"You brought ME into this! You finish it!" she chased after me with the letter that had fallen. I reached the screen door and went to open it. Melissa slammed her hand against it keeping it closed, "Be a man, Derek." cold words from her lips.
I turned around and bit my bottom lip tight with anger. "This," I snatched the letter from her hand,"isn't about man, this is none of our concern anymore Melissa, I was caught up with the bad, I'm done-"
"Derek you can't just drop-"
"WE HAVE A CHILD MELISSA!" my voiced roared and stretched into the distance.
Melissa's hand slapped across my cheek jerking my head slightly.
We stood there in simmering anger, but this was more than anger, it was fear.
Melissa calmly pointed to the letter,"And they will hurt our child if we don't do what they ask."
Silence.
A soft spoken statement that was louder than God in the heavens. If there was a God, why would this happen? This is beyond his control...
I nodded and took her hand,leading her inside, to that kitchen table which would allow us to discuss what that letter held...
