That darkest night

rs ran down her cheeks. She couldn't believe that her only daughter wanted to kill her. They had a little disagreement earlier, and Mel had gone to her room, only to get a gun out.

re? Please come and beg Melinda to spare me!" she shouted loudly, but no one answered. "Andrew! Jason! Please someone help me!" she shouted again, hoping that at least someone would hear her. No one came to her rescue, and she was dismayed. "You can't find any help, because it's only you and I that is in

out to her table and put on the lamp. She looked around the room, feeling so frightened. The dream looked so real. No, it wasn't a dream, it was a NIGHTMARE, she concluded. A nightmare that h

across the sitting room to the kitchen. No one was yet awake; not even Rose. It was 5am, and it was expected that everyone who was jobless or needed rest, to still be asleep in bed. She turned on the lights. Flick! The lights went on. Michelle stared at where the dining table was situated- it was as if she saw something. She stepped in and saw that it was nothing. Sh

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ecting them. Never. They needed her corrections or they would get out of hand. Aren't they already out of hand?, she asked herself. Michelle took another sip from the cup of tea. Her children had been and would always give her a hard time training them. They were already out of hand...no, only Melinda. Andr

stood up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. Michelle took water running from the faucet and splashed it on her face. She felt that she was already recovering from the shock of the nightmare. Michelle walked out of the bathroom, using the edge of her nightgown to wipe her face. She sat on the chair by the corner she called her study. She had arranged that place

s a paper that Jason had written his name in different spellings on it. She realized that it was the time he learnt to write, and was practicing how to write his name. Jaason, Joson, Jaiso, Jasonne, Jasond, Json, Jason was written in it. It was funny to read. It was written with funny spellings and a funny handw

of her children's complaints about the meals she cooked these days. Michelle thought that she would wait for them to wake up and have their own idea of what they would like to eat for breakfast. Her eyes scanned through the rug at the center of the sitting room. Michelle saw a spot that was bulging on the rug. What could be there?, she asked herself. She went to that spot at the televisi

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me with you in an eatery, since you said that your parents are not around. I'm missing you and I think I understand why you didn't come to meet me: I learnt that your older cousin Goldie suddenly showed up

nning to matchmake you with Pete. I love you so much, baby girl, that I can't sleep because of you. I'm ear

im Avenue on Monday at 9pm? I love us to have quality time together...I'm

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drive both of them to where they wouldn't want to be. She didn't even know the girl named Donna, but she would try to find out. It was very likely that he had written the previous night and wanted to send it to her today. She would confront him and give him thousands of restrictions. The only way of recreation she was allowing for her chil

le asked, remembering the nightmare she had had during the night. Rose walked up to her. "Great. And yours?" Rose placed her hand on the kitchen table. Michelle shook her head. "Mmm... horrible." she said, before thinking about it. She was su

press her point. "That's... horrible, Mom. But, what do you feel about the nightmare?" Rose asked. Michelle frowned on recollecting the dream. "I can't really say... but I need to you to help me to do something, Rose." she said, brushing an escaping hair off her face. "What's it?" Rose asked, with eager eyes. Michelle took Rose's hand. "I want you to help me to search the roo

art skipped a beat on hearing that voice. It reminded her of the nightmare that she had. "Oh, Melinda. Good morning." she mumbled. Melinda walked up to meet Rose. "How was your night, Me

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" Jason said. Michelle saw Andrew staring at them from the entrance of the kitchen. "What's that, Mom?" Andrew asked, looking skeptical. Michelle turned her gaze to him. "Aunt Loretta gave birth to twins- Arianna and Brianna this morning, brother." Jason replied immediately. "Good for her." Andrew said dryly and left. Michelle went back to the kitchen and sat on a stool. She t

Melinda, who was arranging the dishes. Melinda gave her an angry look. "Mom..." she said as she turned to look at her mother. "You have to do your chores before breakfast, Mel! Call Andrew and Jason and share the chores accordingly. Doing the chores comes before eating breakfast." Michelle said, feigning anger. Melinda grumbled and she heard Andrew thump his feet on the floor. Michelle immediately rem

al, you go and spend it on some kind of whore out there?" Michelle yelled and rose from the chair. "Give me some space, Mom. She's not a whore. Donna is not. Give me some level of freedom. Donna is a very beautiful girl. More beautiful and compassionate than you are! She knows how to cook better meals than you do!" Andrew sneered and Michelle threw caution into the air. She tried to get hold of hi