Inferno Soul

A troubled teen named Melody struggles to find her inner self on a life changing quest regarding her true identity after her parents tragic death. Misfortune and disaster follows the girl everywhere she goes making it hard for her to trust anyone she comes in contact with. She learns of the horrible secrets and deception that has clouded her judgment for many years that her family kept dormant; now as the girl starts to realize everything is not what it seems to be her life is filled with hatred, anger, sadness & doubt. Will Melody find peace not only within herself, but in the world surrounding her?

....Sometimes you take destiny into you own hands, and determine your own fate...


3. Back In Time

Chapter 3: Back in Time

I can remember my mother, Faith. She was as beautiful as the sunset. Her hair was dark brown like coffee on a Monday morning, shadowing over her back as if the mug had spilled over. Her eyes matched her hair, and they always gazed deeply within my soul. My mother’s skin seemed to be flawless, but she always nitpicked about the slightest blemish. How I wanted to be just like her when I was older. It seemed if we were happy, maybe I couldn’t pinpoint life’s problems yet. I was still so young and innocent—I would have never noticed anything bad in that nature, she tried to keep me happy anyhow.


Now my father James, he was a different ball game, in an entirely different stadium. He loved my mama, well in my eyes that is what I saw. He could do no harm to her. He hugged & kissed her, just as a husband should do. I watched my father’s hands. They were so strong, & firm. I loved the smell of them, they always smelled like oil…or maybe gas. His nails were always black after work; my mama would always make him wash them before supper. My father’s hair was low, & he seemed absolutely gigantic! He may have been maybe 6’3, but to me that was huge! I rarely saw my daddy out of his work clothes. He always told me to come outside with him while he did little side jobs on the neighborhood cars. I would pass him the tools he needed, and just look at all of the parts that made a car whole.


I had everything I could’ve possibly ever wanted those years, the good old’ days. Laughter filled the meadow I ran through. It was a trail through my backyard, passed my mother’s beautiful garden. She planted flowers, and vegetables & such. Sometimes I would go out to help my mother plant the seeds of passion fruit. Those were my favorite, not too sweet, & not too bitter. The pathways lead to the outskirts of an old farmhouse out in the pasture. Herds of cows and horses roamed the meadow sometimes, only eating grass & drinking water from the stream. Those silly animals were so carefree at the time, not knowing they would be someone’s dinner I guess kept them happy. I looked at the chickens lay their eggs. But I never caught any of them to hatch, I was always too late. That little boy Peyton lived in that villa, an old cottage. Hey it was very comfortable inside, but I can also remember that jackass always being mean to me. Part of his awfulness made me so insecure. All the other little girls that I went to school with me called me roguish, they told me I was a tomboy & I wasn’t right. Hell, I didn’t seem to care at first, but as I got a little older some of those mean words tainted my joyful carefree spirit.


My mama in the kitchen always brought a wonderful smile on my face. She prepared chicken & dumplings, a recipe passed down to her from nana, that could be traced further back than what I can think. One day as she hovered over the stove, she just collapsed. Mama had never done that before, I panicked. I ran outside to get my daddy, as I can remember he was buried under a hood as always. I snatched his shirt tail, screaming and crying. It was the worst feeling in the world; it worried me even more so because I didn’t know what was going on. I ‘m asking father, ‘’Daddy…daddy…dad what’s going on with mama? Why is she on the ground, why is she like that? Daddy…daddy, please tell me please—what is the matter, what’s going on?’’ How my daddy looked at me that night I will never forget. It was so very sad & uncommon for him. Unnatural is more like it, because my daddy’s face was always strong no matter what. Now I am frightened, if something could move my daddy like that, I knew it sure as hell would move me as well.



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