His gaze was unreadable — not furious, not calm — but burning with something far more unsettling. Control. Precision. Calculation.
Melissa stood her ground, her fists curled at her sides. There was fear in her chest, yes, but her chin did not tremble this time. She knew getting scared of him at this point will drown her into more fear.
He came to a stop in front of her which made her uncomfortable but more than her fear she was scared that he doesn’t pull any stunt in front of her mother. Melissa doesn’t want to cause more pain to her mother as her mother was already going with so much.
Her mother stepped forward instinctively to protect her child, to save Melissa from the monster ignoring the fact that Melissa herself stepped into his he’ll to save her father, but before she do any
