The Brokenhearted [Ongoing]

Chapter 32

Third Person's POV

Gently turning the brass door knob, Melissa peered into Micah's bedroom.

"Micah, why are you still in bed? Are you okay?"

In spite of being a medical student who studied an absurd number of hours, Micah kept her room spotless. The pink comforter matched both the shade on the walls and the curtain. Stuffed animals were scattered on the floor by the foot of the bed.

"I'm fine Ma, just tired."

"Aren't you going to the clinic today?" Melissa sat by her side with concern.

"No," her response was soft.

They sat in silence as Melissa brushed her head tenderly. She heard Micah snivel and understood all she needed o do was let her daughter know she was there for her, and would always be there for her.

"Has he called?" Melissa inquired.

"No, he hasn't," she wiped her face, "But his phone is ringing."

"Have faith baby, he'll call. Just give him some space."

"Ma, I don't want to talk about it, please "

Melissa leaned forward and placed a kiss on Micah's forehead before she made her way to the door.

"Breakfast is ready whenever you want to eat," and with that, Melissa left the room.

Micah wept louder after she heard the door click shut.

In spite of her daughter's attempt to muffle her sorrow, Melissa heard everything through the door.

A child's pain is worse for a parent, and Melissa shared that sentiment. Witnessing what her daughter was going through was tearing her apart within. Melissa also had cried herself before sleep the night before, however, she could never let Micah know.

Climbing down the stairs, she felt a pang of regret for having stood by her husband as he questioned Micah about Raul's ability to support her. But she was inly thinking about what was the best for her child. How could that be wrong?

"Melissa, where are you? I'm getting late for work!" bellowed Marlon from the kitchen.

Hearing her husband yell, Melissa scurried down the stairs and made her way in to the kitchen. Over the last 24 hours, Melissa and Marlon had exchanged no more than a few words. They were still dealing with the lingering after-effects of the incident that had left them both riddled with guilt, but also comforted in the belief that they did their duty as parents.

"Where is, Micah?" he mumbled as he read the newspaper.

A stubby man with a pot belly, Marlon insisted on rubbing coconut oil into his balding scalp, which not only made it glisten, but gave him a very distinct odor.

"In bed," Melissa words were soft and lifeless.

"Isn't she going to the hospital? She has work to do. Don't tell me she will going to cry until she has no tears left because of what we said about her boyfriend!" Marlon yelled pointing upstairs where Micah's room.

"Can you stop yelling, she might hear you. It will just make things worse. Let her be, you know that she's been through a lot this past few days."

Neither Marlon nor Melissa looked at each other as she placed his plate on the table and sat beside him. Marlon put the newspaper in his briefcase and began eating.

"This is life Melissa. We didn't do anything wrong," Marlon broke the silence, "We have to do what's best for our daughter and she needs to realize that!" He looked up at Melissa with blood shot eyes.

Marlon had been working long hours at the motel since his General Manager had been hospitalized and after this incident with MicH, he also hadn't been to sleep.

"What time will you be back tonight" she asked.

"I don't know, I have a lot of work to do."

Melissa's experience had taught her no to question her husband and risk agitating him further. She picked up hos plate once he had finished and made her way to the kitchen sink.

"This too shall pass," she whispered with her eyes closed.

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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