Prisoners of War - Chapter 4

Mellisa sighed trying to fix her makeup. "Anthony! Are you ready?" She screamed out of the small bathroom. "I don't wanna go to church." Came the whiney voice from downstairs. Mellisa rolled her eyes walking downstairs. "Listen to me, we go through this every week, you're going. And when we get back you're cleaning your room!" "But mom! Most of that stuff is Chris'" He complained. Mellisa sighed. "Chris moved out four months ago." "So?" "…

…sat there she didn't know, she sat and she dwelled, dwelled with her misery, her thoughts of what had happened, and what was going to happen, to her, and her son. She cryed silently, and tried to hide her face from all the onlookers, all her friends, or as she know saw them her ex-friends, who would want to be friends with her now. Eventually someone came in and drove her away to be processed.