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{January 9th, 2020 Melissa's Grandmother's Home New Jersey}
Things had taken a turn for the worst after that initial visit with Melissa's father. He had drifted off into the darkness the next day, peacefully that is; with everyone surrounding him.
Melissa was currently stepping out of the shower. Her head pounding, while her stomach twisted in knots every time she moved. Not being able to wrap her head around the fact that her father was gone... and she was about to get ready to attend his funeral.
As she wrapped the warm, fluffy towel around her petite body, she sighed.
"Father, I'm gonna say thank you Even if I'm still hurt Oh, I'm gonna say bless you I wanna mean those words
Always wished you the best I, I prayed for your peace Even if you started this This whole war in me"
"Babe?" Nick's voice broke the silence in the air as she stared at herself in the mirror, "you okay in there? Your Grandma and I were starting to get worried."
She coughed slightly, "y-yah, babe! I'm good. Be out in a minute." she replied, wrapping a towel around her wet hair.
She hurried up, changing into the black dress that hugged her frame well. Her small, shaking hand opened the heavy wooden door and she was greeted with Nick.
"I'm okay curly, serious." she whispered, "stop looking at me like as if I am made of glass." she said softly, their chocolate brown eyes eyes connecting.
"I just am worried you're gonna crack." he pulled her frame against his, kissing her temple a few times, "I mean, you just lost your father. You need to let out your emotions. It's alright to."
"I... I will, after we get this over with." she reassured him, grabbing hold of his hand as they made their way to the living room where her Grandmother was putting her "church" shoes on.
"Ready to go, you two?" Nancy; Melissa's Grandma asked, as she stood up, standing almost 6 foot. ———- The three of them hurried into the car, the garage door opening but as Nancy went to start the engine she realized the keys were still in the house. "I'll be right back." ————- {Flashback, 2004:
"Where the fuck are my keys?!" Mark, Melissa's father screamed, his brown eyes red from the alcohol coursing through his veins.
Melissa, a mere 10 years old at this point, held the metal key in her small, fragile hand. She couldn't let him realize that she was the holder of the key out of here.
Christopher; almost 15 years old, stared down his sister, hoping that this all would be over. In his possession were all the phones in the house.
