The Unseen- Night Lights (Part 8)

“The house is a castle which the King cannot enter.”

  • Ralph Waldo Emerson

Kelly went to the window to close the curtains. As she looked outside she discovered that both the Melodic Corporation’s security teams and the police had begun invading houses at random looking for gangsters, criminals, rebels, and terrorists. Families were huddled in the cold and some were sitting on the sidewalk as their houses were violently being searched.

“I knew they would do this,” Kelly said closing the window. “We have to go and hide or they will find everything and I will be dead.”

“No,” Mallory said. “They will not suspect a librarian in a wheelchair or a mother fighting cancer to be anything but what we are Kelly. We just have to meet them at the door and they will go away.”

“It is too big of a chance to take,” Kelly said. “I will not be separated from either of you. I need to be here to protect you guys.”

“Kelly,” Mallory said. “I know. I know and I love you.”

“I love you too,” Kelly said and she kissed him with the urgency of what might be their last kiss. She tasted his lips so she could hear all the little needy sounds they made when she did so and Kelly burned them into her memory.

The doorbell rang.

Kelly froze as Mallory’s lips left hers and her eyes moved independent of her head to look at the kitchen door from the corner of her eye. Mallory went into the living room, abandoning the constant light and the smell of pine in the kitchen. Kelly followed him into the dying light in the living room as he approached the front door.

“No,” Kelly whispered. “You have to stop.”

“If we don’t open the door they will know something is wrong,” Mallory said as he left the light of the dying tea candles. “We just have to pretend. I have done this before.”

The doorbell rang again.

Kelly watched in awe as her husband moved the chair away from the front door, unlocking it. He did it without a gun or any kind of weapon. Mallory placed his hand on the door knob and he turned it with nothing to protect him from the cruel hands of the law, but a cell phone with a dying battery. It was moments like this that made Kelly love him more then she could ever put into words.

The doorbell rang out loud and clear. Mallory opened the door.

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Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely for your entertainment.


©Missy Wong

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