A Vigil for Justice, is a serial thriller fiction novel. Updates of 1,000-1,500 words will be posted every Friday.
Recap: Sixteen-year-old Melanie Craig and her family live in the small Colorado mountain town of Blue River. Since the end of World War Three, the economy in the United States has dropped out making funding law enforcement impossible and increasing crime rates in all, but the smallest towns. The government passes a Law allowing anyone over 16 to kill three other people during their life. Vigilante justice doesn’t seem like the right solution to Melanie, but she has no choice other than to learn how to protect herself and her family.
They couldn’t still be asleep could they. Melanie thought. She stood in the kitchen looking out the window at the Stein’s fifth-wheel parked in the driveway.
She smelled Mitchel’s cologne before his strong hands began kneading her shoulders.
“Is it strange for them to not have come in?” She had spent so much time at the hospital with her mother since they arrived that she had hardly seen her best friend or her family over the past month.
“Only because you are here and I would have thought Holly would want to see you, and Pauline and Thomas would want to talk with Jennifer,” Mitchel said. He pulled open the fridge and set the strawberry jam on the counter.
“Apricot too, Mom likes it.”
She set the loaf of bread, she’d been holding, on the counter and slid the drawer open. Her fingers found a butter knife as her eyes held onto her best friend in the trailer outside.
They had come out and met them when they first arrived home so it wasn’t like Holly didn’t know she was there. Nor was it like Holly to stay inside such a cramped space. Her personality alone would cause the thing to burst.
“I’m going to go out there after lunch and see what they’re up to.”
Mitchel shrugged and began spreading peanut butter on half of the bread she had laid out on the counter.
Sam usually helped her make lunch, but she was sleeping. The pain medication the hospital had given her, made her sleep quite a bit, which was good since her arm hurt so much. The doctor put Sam’s arm in a splint and said that they would have to wait until the swelling went down before they could put her arm in a cast.
They were stuck here for a few more days.
Mitchel pulled BBQ and cheddar cheese chips out of the cupboard.
“I’m starving,” Seth said as he came into the kitchen rubbing and flexing his left hand covered in burn scars. He had the wrist wrapped with gauze. The scars made Melanie think of Mitchel’s father who had burned both Mitchel and Seth when they were children to teach them a lesson. He had deserved to die, but not in the way he had. Melanie shuddered.
Melanie handed him a sandwich.
“Thanks Melbelle,” he said.
Was he trying to piss her off? She took a deep breath. Melbelle was her dad’s name for her. She had asked Seth so many times not to use it, now he did it just to bother her. He wasn’t stupid enough to use it for any other reason.
Mitchel rested his hand on her lower back and bent kissing her on the cheek. He knew too. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear.
She smiled and took another deep breath. She was glad to be back home with him even if the situation wasn’t ideal. Together they could handle anything.
“What’d you do to your wrist?” Mitchel asked his brother.
“I just haven’t taken care of it, so the skin cracked again,” Seth said while chewing.
Melanie slid a sandwich into a ziplock bag and some chips into another one for Sam when she woke up. She took a plate of chips and peanut butter and jelly to her mom.
Her mom nodded. “Can you help me to the bathroom?”
“Of course mom.”
Melanie put one hand under her mom’s elbow and wrapped the other one around her waist. “I suppose it is good we are here for a few more days,” Jennifer said through gritted teeth as she pushed and Melanie pulled her up.
“That’s one way of looking at it. Hopefully, the swelling goes down quickly and we can leave soon.”
Melanie stayed close to her mom while she shuffled to the bathroom. Jennifer was getting stronger, but climbing up and down stairs and getting up were still painful.
“I’ll help you change your bandages after you eat,” Melanie said as she waited outside the bathroom door.
Jennifer called to Melanie to come help her off the toilet. “I am glad to be out of the hospital. I’ve slept so much better since leaving.”
Melanie thought that was interesting since the hospital was a safe zone and all firearms were disabled by the RFID’s when you were within one hundred feet of the building. Then again, there were always people like Dr. Alyson Binkard. Melanie shook the thoughts from her head. They needed to get to the safe zone.
Karalynn came into the room and Melanie left allowing them to visit and do needlework. Her mother had taken to it at the hospital at Karalynn’s suggestion. Jennifer and Karalynn had been best friends since college and even though they didn’t see each other often, it always seemed like they had.
She’d change her mother’s bandages later.
She bounced down the stairs and plopped into a chair across from Mitchel at the kitchen table. She dumped some of the BBQ chips out on her plate.
“How’s mom?” he asked.
“Cross stitching and girl talk.”
“Do you think Holly is mad at me?”
He cocked his head to one side. “Why would she be mad at you? You haven’t been here to do anything to make her mad.”
Melanie raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips.
“Oh, you think she’s mad because you haven’t been around? That’s ridiculous”
“It is Holly.” She took another bite of her PB&J. Holly had messaged her and tried to facetime with her on the ipad while she was at the hospital with her mom, but Melanie hadn’t felt much like talking to her bubbly best friend. Yeah, Holly was probably mad at her.
“Nothing a little girl talk and nail polish can’t fix,” Mitchel said. “I’ll go out there with you after we eat.”
Melanie and Mitchel pulled on their holsters and made sure their guns were loaded before opening the front door. Mitchel waved to the guards in the front yard who gave him the all clear signal. Still Mitchel kept Melanie behind him as they walked over to the Stein’s fifth-wheel trailer.
He knocked on the door.
“I haven’t seen them since Melanie and Jennifer came home,” called Erik, the lead security guard.
Mitchel knocked again.