Chapter 3

4:35pm…

While waiting for her wonderful and bright star to waltz in the door, as she happily hummed and imagined the picture as how Miriam would enter the apartment.

Hey mom. What's for dinner? You really out did yourself, you should let me do this.

Even though Miriam was not her actual biological child, but becoming her protector and guardian was the right thing to do. Understandably knew what the foster homes were like as she had been foster care herself, and wished that not to be Miriam's fate and future. Stepping up to the guardianship of a orphan child and student was a shocker to her collegues at the time but tracey knew deep in herself that, it was the right thing to do. And fulfilled what any other foster mother would had done, if only they were a good one though. As some can be cruel and terrifying.

Remembering the very day, when she was given the approval grant and lawful paperwork to clearly state that Miriam Melrose was legally adopted by the only guardian, able to care for her until adulthood. Standing by the dinner table as she happily exhaled with a soft sigh and looked around the room whilst picturing how the upcoming, get together will play out.

This brought tracey great joy, as she wished to have children of her own some day but the cruel daunting and haunting past of scarring memories forever, waved through her mind. Forever reminding her that she may not have children biologically. Miriam brought her that happiness as she would never trade it for the world or anyone. But did wonder, if things were different how wonderful it would be to give more what Miriam needed as she has lost so much too young.

Just as had, and did tracey lost of her own as well but had also wondered. Could there had been some kind of reason as why they were brought together as a small family? But why the constant move around when the overshadowing fear lingers? Many questions remained unanswered, as there were just so many dark secrets that needed to be revealed as well. Only one question stood out from the most. How to discover the answers if don't know where to look?

Lightly scratched behind her ear lobe as she turned and resumed the happy humming when knocking attracted her attention. Placing down the silver knife on the place mat with the tea towel over the back of the chair then went to answer the door, assuming to be Miriam. How wrong she is going to be when the door had finally opened.

Two hours later….

Miriam realised the time and had rushed to change before leaving her dorm, whilst apologising to her friends that she was late for their lunch and promised to make it up to her for another date. Which her friends understandably respected and forgave with a assuring embrace before rushing out the door, farewelling them goodbye.

When she finally reached to the apartment that was only a few blocks away from the college she had attended, and stood on the staircase as she was on the third step down and few metres away from the apartment. Seeing the door partly opened, and immediately she sensed something wasn't right.

Her hands begun to sweat, whilst wanting to grasp tighter and turn the other way but felt compelled to continue forward and see whether she was paranoid or indeed in danger, and should run before it was too late.

Slowly walked up the last three steps and towards the door, pushing it open as it creaked. Shuddered deeply with fear as she saw the mess on the floor, so she stepped inside. Her instincts pleaded her to run but she also wished to see where Tracey was. Soon she finally exited the corridor, and found her foster mother laying on the floor, surrounded in a pool of blood.

Covered her mouth, muffled her cries as she tried not to gag and scream. Turning away fast then ran to the bathroom, where she hurled all while holding her hair away from her face as she vomited and spat the contents of bad taste from her mouth. Washing her mouth and face after flushing the toilet then returned back to her foster mother's side, hot tears welled and streamed down her cheeks.

Miriam knew exactly what to do, and rushed into the bedroom where a small box kept all she needed to help her, to get away with a letter that waited for her. Taking all then grabbed a sheet to place over her foster mother, respecting her and honouring all she had done for her then called for the police.

Miriam had already left before the authorities arrived and gathered all her belongings from the dorm and disappeared once again from whomever is tracking her as they waited in the alleyway, across the street in a black van. Photographs was taken as she looked to her left, assuming to be not followed before concealing herself in the crowd.

Hmm, interesting? Confusing? Where am I going with this? Well, not sure myself yet but as this is the story of Miriam Melrose before she meets our favourable master splinter, as there is a lot of tragedies here and there. Also a lot of mystery too, as I am unsure that I want to use Bishop as the story villain in this fiction but that would possibly make this story alittle suss.

Maybe I will create Federal agent like bishop but one that is able to die unlike the villain that has longevity which I hope that make sense. Don't forget this is a slow progress too and the answers are coming but first we are venturing through the mysteries of the OC's life first that will lead up to meeting and falling for master splinter. Anyway, hope this chapter brings a insight of what is going to happen next as in the next chapter well, you will see. Tootles for now