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After running away from the dining room, Archie strides out of the exit, walking toward the path that leads to the back of the mansion.
He put his hand inside his pant pocket and brings out a meat drumstick.
“Awww, thank goodness I was able to slip this in my pocket before scrambling out from the dining. If not, I would have been stuck here without having anything to chew on.” He giggles, munching on the meat as soon as he takes a bite from it.
“Hmm, so yummy!” He moans out in a Mouthful of meat.
“No doubt, Auntie is a good cook!” he smiles, raising the meat to his face.
He continues his walk to the back of the mansion. There he sees his pet cage and he falls to his knees.
“Hey, buddy!” he exclaims, opening the cage and bringing out his pet.
He holds the bunny in his hands and stares at it with care.
“You look all fat and healthy.” he giggles as the bunny rubs his ear on his thumb.
“You good?” Archie asks, even though he knew he won’t be getting any answers from his pet.
He runs his hand on its head and checks the cage to see its bowl is half filled with milk.
“Let have your bowl fill up. Shall we?” we grin, standing on his knees.
He drops the bunny beside him and decides to fill the bowl with more milk. He grabs a bottle of milk from his pet cage and pours a large quantity into the bowl.
“I won’t be coming here more often like before, I’ve gotten a babysitter and she’s the last good woman on earth.” Archie beams and smiles shyly, recalling how his babysitter was treating him like a child, earlier at the dining.
He couldn’t hide the smile on his face.
“I’ll get you to meet her one day.” I smile, closing back the lid of the milk bottle, after pouring half of it, inside the bowl.
He grabs his pet and places it back inside the fancy cage.
“Just be good and don’t forget to lick your milk, okay?” he says and closes the net door.
He stands up on his feet and rubs his butt with his left hand.
He looks down at the ground and sees his meat on the floor.
“Gross!” he dilates his eyes awfully and kicks them off with his right foot.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.
“Whatever I’ll go steal another one.” he chuckles and pocket his hands as he strides back to the house.
Getting to the front door, he hears the cries of Melanie, emerging from the dining room.
He remembers how he Scrambled out of the house earlier after his father emerge from the stairs looking all mad.
“No, it can’t be,” he yells.
He burst inside the living room, and right there in the dining room, he has a glimpse of his father, straggling Melanie. He sees Melanie standing helpless at his father’s to molest, gasping for air.
Knowing his babysitter is going to die, at the hand of the beast, he called his father if he doesn’t interfere.
He rushes to the electronics in the living room.
He glance around the living room to see what he can use to defend himself from his father but couldn’t see anything. He lifts the mini glass table that’s placed at the centre of the room.
He trudges to the dining room to see Melanie on the floor, she seems lifeless and he moves back in stock.
“What did you do to her?” He hollers behind his father, crying profusely as his body begins to tremble at the sight before him.
His father tensed on hearing his voice, he tries to turn around to face him but Archie smash the glass table on his head, preventing him from turning his face.
Archie drops the table in shock, he moves his palm to his mouth, preventing himself from screaming out as he watches his father falls on his knees and hit the ground right next to Melanie.
“Melanie!” his father says before closing his eyes.
“What!!!!! Did I kill him?” Archie takes two steps back in shock.
“I can’t let him die, he’s my father.” he rushes up the stairs to his room, grabs hold of his phone and tries dialling the emergency number but he suddenly stopped.
“My father will be jailed if the public learns of what he did to my babysitter. Isn’t it?” He sighs before dropping the phone back on the bed.
“No, I can’t let that happen.” he shakes his head and walk out of his room.
Getting downstairs, he rushes to Melanie first, ignoring his unconscious father.
He lifts her head and places it on his lap as he’s already sitting on the floor. He taps her lightly on her cheeks.
“Please wake up Melanie, I don’t know what to do.” he cries, tapping her on the cheeks.
He slid to fingers under her nose to feel her breath and he smile out of tears when he discovers that she was still breathing.
“Wake up please,” he mumbles, drying his tears with the back of his hand.
Melanie moves her body slightly, coughing as she flaps her eyes open.
Archie feels the sudden movement on his lap and he moves his gaze to the half-dead lady on his lap. He seems shocked to see her staring at him with her dull eyes.
“Archie!” she coughs out his name.
Archie stares at her, not knowing what to say or do to her.
‘Does she now hate me because of what father did to her?’ He thought and tears streamed down his cheeks at the thought of Melanie hating him, because of his father’s stupid act.
“Why are you crying?” Melanie asks, struggling to stand up on her feet but her body failed her.
Archie helps her sit on the floor. He grabs her pale hands and rubs them lightly.
“I thought you were dead.” Archie let out. He looks sideways and burst into tears.
“I’m fine Archie, why are you still crying?” Melanie says, her voice coming out low and she feels her throat hurt as she speaks.
She tries to move her hands to her neck but the pain she feels in her arms makes her give up on rubbing her neck.
“I’m sorry,” Archie mumbles, pulling her for a hug.
As Archie pulls Melanie for a hug, it allows her to have a clear view of Mr Gordon on the floor.
She gasps and pushes Archie off, disengaging from the hug in the process.
“What happens to him?” Melanie asks, pointing at Mr Gordon.
Archie trails his eyes on her fingers and they landed on his lifeless father.
“I knock him out with that table,” he says, pointing at the glass table beside him and Melanie widened in surprise.
“How can you do that to your father?” She yells with all her might and Archie scoffs at her foolishness.
“How can I not do it when he’s trying to kill you?” Archie yells back at her.
He’s hurt from inside, hurt that Melanie didn’t appreciate his sacrifice and she’s seeing it as wrongdoing.
“Still, you shouldn’t have done that, I understand that you did it to save me… But… He’s still your father.” Melanie mumbles sadly.
“Let’s help him up!” Melanie says.
She put her hands on Archie’s shoulder to help her up. She staggers as she tries to move closer to him.
Archie stands up angrily and grabs her arm.
“Ouch!” Melanie moans in pain, giving Archie access to stare at her wounded arms.
“You see, you’re more hurt than he’s. Let’s get you treated first.” Archie suggested and Melanie slaps his hands off of her arm.
“You’re spilling nonsense. What if he’s already given up the ghost by the time you nurse my wound finish?” Melanie raise her brows, and Archie didn’t seem to like how she’s caring about her father, more than herself.
‘I mean, isn’t he the one that was hurting her because I interfere? So, why is she treating him like the victim?’
Archie groans at his thoughts and brushes his hair with his hands in frustration.
“Listen, he’s strong enough to hang in there before we’re done, you should at least let him serve his punishment on that cold floor. He manhandled you, remember?” Archie groans and Melanie shakes her head in disagreement.
“He’s your father.” Melanie tries to remind him, so at least he’ll have a change of mind. But instead of changing the poor boy’s mind, it worsens the situation.
“He’s not my father.” Archie spat angrily. Pacing to and fro.
“You heard it when he confirmed by himself that I’m not his son. I can never be a son of a beast.” Archie yells, walking away from her with tears in his eyes.
Melanie hurts his feelings and she doesn’t know.
Archie kicked the table with his legs as he make his way out of the dining room.
“What should I do?” Melanie groans, slapping her forehead.
“Melanie, are you okay?”
Melanie moves back in stock after hearing her name.