Chapter 7: The Picture Perfect Family

Ever since the accident with Erin; my soul has been trapped inside Melanie's body for days. I wasn't sure if this situation was possible. But I felt myself becoming more and more scared about not ever seeing my family again. It is almost like Melanie has taken away my family from me and on that day I wished I could see my parents' faces again.

The more time I had to spend my days being trapped with this screwed up family of hers… the more I started to feel myself becoming Melanie. And that whole revelation scared me to death because that meant that I could never see my old life again.

My brown eyes can still recall seeing the blurry colors coming from the plastic family television. Meanwhile my mind tried to think over the night. In those hours of the days I expected myself to be traumatized from my experienced with Mr. Erin. Instead my stomach became disgusted with the new information I had received from Dickon the night after the accident.

My seven year old eyes opened up to three pink flora walls. And in that split second my mind recognized Melanie's bare white furniture before looking straight towards my right side.

Right beside me was Dickon and he was looking right down at his lap. My mouth wrapped around Melanie's pick lips as I wanted to ask him what was wrong. But I didn't. Instead I felt myself moving Melanie's body into a seating position. The thin legs of hers were wrapped around the white bed sheets of her bedroom frame meanwhile Dickon's body froze in space.

From the corner of my right eye, I saw Dickon's head shot up when his ears heard my body wakening up. And before I could look at him, he grabs a good hold of her hand. Dickon lets out a sigh of relief from seeing his sister well. And as soon as I felt his arms slowly wrapped around Melanie's body in a protective gesture, I was happy to know that he still cared for his sister.

A small smile reappeared upon my face before looking at his concern face expression.

"Dickon what's wrong?" I asked in a serious tone.

The young teenage boy took deep breaths in and out before stating, "Tonight wasn't the first time that our father put his hands on you."

I let out a gasp of shock from his statement meanwhile Dickon continued on with his explanation.

"Our mother always thought it was just our father's secretary Joanna. But in reality he forced you into making love with him."

I became speechless from his response before stating in outraged. "Are you saying that our father has raped me?"

Dickon responded back in a regretful tone. "Our father did more than just rape you. He secretly drugged our mother… in order to make it possible."

"How could you know this?" I spit back with fury.

Dickon looks back with a guilty expression upon his face as he responds back, "You want to know why?"

My voice got louder as I responded, "OF COURSE I WANT TO KNOW!"

"I knew this because when we were younger and I was in the house. Our father would trick both you and I into our bedrooms and-"Dickon stops for a second as I saw some fresh tears coming out from his brown eyes.

My mouth closed tightly meanwhile my hands embraced Dickon into a tight hug.

"Shhh! It is alright! You don't have to continue." I stated with sympathy.

The teenage boy soon started to silently cry towards himself before whispering the rest of statement into my ear.

"I can still hear your voice… shouting for me to help you— but I couldn't help you… because our father attached handcuffs to my wrists with my bedframe. Therefore each time he would attack you; I couldn't get to you in time."

Right after hearing his statement I realized that nothing good was ever going to come out from this family. And even though this family's picture may look perfect, I could see all their flaws.

"Hey girl, look at my mom, she's got it going on. Ha, you're blinded by her jewelry. When you turn your back she pulls out a flask. And forgets his infidelity." – Melanie Martinez.

The queen lounge burgundy bed-chair hold the picture perfect family of four as they enjoyed their day together as a family.

On the right side of the couch was Erin, on the left was Elena and in between the two parents were Dickon and I.

Everyone was silently watching television together in the living room; when my small ears heard the sound of someone sobbing. My head turned around and found the person who was crying. Instantly my heart broke into pieces when I saw Elena looking over her right shoulder with sorrow and I swear my brown eyes could see the pain in her eyes. My head turned slightly over to look at the direction of where her brown eyes where looking at and there upon Erin's neck was a mark with a pink fuchsia color lipstick.

My brown eyes stared straight out at this evil man in disgusted.

Erin had made his wife Elena believed that his infidelity actions was with his secretary when in reality his actions were used to rape his daughter and scaring his older son Dickon into smoking cannabis.

My eyes were now burning from giving the man a resented glare before feeling Dickon's left hand upon my right hand.

Instantly my head turns away from Erin and I decided to turn my attention towards Dickon's direction to see him looking at his mother with disbelief. Soon my eyes follow Dickon's direction and I saw Elena's right hand going under the four white bottoms of her light pink top from her dress.

Secretly my eyes caught sight of her white skin tone right hand pulling out a sliver metal flask. My forehead frowns from the sight before finding myself wanting an escape.

"I am going to go and make dinner for us!" I stated in a casually to everyone.

No one responded and at this time I tuned to Dickon and gave him the signal by putting my index finger from my right hand upon my cheek. Dickon saw this sign and decided to talk with his mother about helping out meanwhile my body made its way towards the kitchen.

Slowly I made got off the sofa, made my way towards the closed off doorframe of the living room and walked into the white and black checker flooring of the kitchen. Immediately I made it towards kitchen's sink and searched for the kitchen knives. Once I spotted them inside the wooden kitchen knife block on my right side, I made a quick movement towards them and made sure it was near me throughout the whole night.

"Finally we are in the same room." A male voice stated with excitement from the kitchen door frame.

My body stayed in place as my ears heard his footsteps coming over. Instantly my heart started to thump meanwhile my soul waited for the man who Melanie must call her father; make his next move.