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.
The knotty rock pressed into Melanie’s bones as she wrapped her arms around herself trying to warm the chill from her body. Sam bounced and twirled around the fire singing, “There’s a blue bird on my shoulder.”
Mitchel laid his aviator jacket on her shoulders.
“Thanks, babe.” She sighed as she slipped her arms through the warm sleeves.
“I warmed it up for you.” He kissed the top of her head.
“Melanie, it’s not that cold out here, are you sure you’re not getting sick?” her mom asked.
“I’m just slow to adjust to the change in season’s mom. You know that.”
Her mom knitted her brows and lips.
“I’m fine mom.”
She breathed her surroundings in, tasting each one that passed her tongue.
The leaves were showing the signs of autumn, Melanie’s favorite time of year. The few trees they saw in the straw tinged hills of southern Idaho were touched with the red and gold of the season. The air held the deep earthy scent of falling leaves and the tinge of winter as it approached. Thankfully, they would be settled in the safe zone well before the snow fell. Mitchel told her snow didn’t have a scent, but she disagreed.
Her mom handed her two slices of pizza stacked on a paper towel.
Melanie held the pizza to her nose, honey chicken. When had her mom had time to make it? She smiled and shook her head. Her mouth filled with saliva. She took a bite and let it sit on her tongue. The sweetness of the honey coupled with the delicate creamy mozzarella. The cheese stretched as she pulled it away from her mouth. It had been months since she had pizza.
“How is it?” her mom asked.
“Sooo good,” Melanie said.
Her mom laughed and mussed up her hair.
Sam giggled as she scarfed down her piece with Daisy sitting hopeful at her feet.
Melanie was content with her completely stuffed belly after her third piece.
“Are you ready for more Black Beauty?” Seth asked Sam.
She boinged on the balls of her feet, eyes wide.
It was the only book Sam had brought. They had read it a million times already. Sam took Seth by the hand and bounced all the way to the van.
“Are you two on watch tonight?” Jennifer asked glancing back and forth between Melanie and Mitchel.
“Yep,” Mitchel said.
“Oh to be young again and be able to stay up all night and still function the next day.”
Jennifer set a bowl of food and another of water on the ground next to the van and whistled for Daisy. Nub wiggling, she ambled over and devoured it in a few seconds. She lapped up half the bowl of water and bounded barking over to the van.
Daisy had taken to sleeping snuggled up under blankets in the van with Sam and Jennifer, which Melanie was glad about.
Melanie and Mitchel laid in the bed of the truck looking up at the stars and the moon. They were totally spent. The night breeze was cool across Melanie’s sweaty bare skin. The shiver that ran through her wasn’t from the cold. She rolled toward Michel resting her head on his chest. He pulled her close.
She didn’t know where to begin. Should she just dump it on him or work her way up to it? She ran her finger down his sternum and watched the pounding of his chest settle to a smooth rhythm.
Mitchel looked at his watch and smiled. “It’s 12:04, happy birthday my love.” He stroked her hair. It was nearly to her butt now. “I wish I had something more to give you.”
She didn’t need any more than him by her side. It was what she wanted above all else. She nuzzled into him. She wondered if now was the right time to tell him. Their whole world would change once again, but she didn’t want to have secrets from him. They had never had secrets from one another. Even the terrible things from Mitchel’s childhood had been shared. She had cried when he told her about everything his father had done to terrorize them the beatings, burnings, and when he put a knife through Seth’s arm.
“Mitchel?” she said.
The tone of her voice made him lift his head to see her better, she dipped her head and continued to trace the muscles of his chest. He pulled her closer. “What is it?”
This was harder than she anticipated. This is not what she had imagined it would be like, but the world had taken a horrible turn and was nothing like she had imagined too. Her voice, usually strong and confident, dwindle to a whisper.
He rolled onto his side facing her, wrapping both of his arms around her, and resting his chin on her head.
He was quiet. What was he thinking? I shouldn’t have told him, but he would have noticed eventually. I should have waited to tell him. She could hear her heart in her head. She clenched her eyes against tears and took a deep steady breath. And then another. What were they going to do? What if the baby came while they were still out there? She pressed her teeth together. This world was toxic to a child. No, they would make it to the safe zone. Things would be fine. Her breath left her. Her eyes sprang open. Seth. Oh god, he could never know. Cold ran threw her and she began to tremble.
Mitchel pulled the sleeping bag around her. “I love you, Melanie. And I love our baby.”
She looked up at him. He smiled, as he blinked away the tears he didn’t want to come.
“What are we going to do?” she asked.
“We are going to have a beautiful strong baby with your eyes and lips and let’s hope only my hair.”