From Rags To Riches.

From Rags To Riches: Chapter Seventy-Two

"..Look, I mean ...yes I've helped Molly a lot in her life...I found her when she was on the streets singing for money- but I don't know how much my wisdom of Molly will help the fact where she took Anna, I mean..come on- anyone who's anything, must be smart enough to realize they shouldn't take Anna to their own home...especially leaving a witness like me....so more then likely ..Molly must have taken Anna somewhere other than her home, and I don't know any other place...sheesh I mean I paid for her to stay at motels for the most part....she didn't even really have enough to buy her own house, until later on..." Melanie explained.

"...You said she was freaking out when Anna got hit by the bullet right? maybe she wasn't thinking logically, and went back to her house just as a sort of instinct thing?" Jessie questioned.

"Forget it, the more time we waste the more time it's possible for Anna to be TORMENTED, or killed..so just .. .tell us a little bit more about her... you found her on the street's and gave her a job, you basically became like family to her..so did she say anything to you? did she tell you about her life up to the point of being homeless and on the streets? did she tell you ANYTHING useful about herself that can help us figure out where she took Anna?" Matthew asked as Melanie appeared to be thinking- before the visualization soon flashed to that of a memory of hers.

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"..What happened to your mother and father?" Melanie's voice was heard, as the visualization soon changed to that of the office that Melanie had owned with publishing- but this didn't seem to concern Molly who was seen off in the distance with her feet up and her nose in a book drawing it seemed, while Melanie was seen sitting at her desk looking over.

".......Why do you care?" Molly asked, as she shook her head and added.

"Come to think of it, WHY do you keep me having this job?... I mean... I don't do anything, I just come in and sit down and draw- because there are no other comfy places for me to draw on!" And with this Melanie shook her head, as she added.

"I think there's something different to that...I think it's because you wanna keep this job..and I have faith that one day you will start doing your job ... you just need to be encouraged to do so.... ...or maybe you just wanna keep the company....do you even have any friends outside of me?"

"You're my boss..."

"..I'm also your friend," Melanie said, as Molly shook her head- and returned back to drawing while Melanie gave her a bit of a look; but shook her head, and began to resume typing something on a computer- as she then overheard a voice speak out.

"....My mom died when I was still young...about ..three or four years of age...my dad tried to raise me, but then realized he couldn't ...and threw me into the foster care system...although I don't think he even really tried to bother much with raising me..."