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stairs from the basement creak as Amberly steps out, panting and covered in Mack’s blood.
    “I’m… I’m sorry, baby,” Nell pleads, hoping that Amberly doesn’t get angered, but all the little girl does is shake her head before hugging Nell, who doesn’t understand. “Do you care what Mommy just did?”
    Again, Amberly shakes her head.
    “You… really wanted him dead?”
    Amberly nods.
    Nell frowns and caresses Amberly’s hair, “You… knew.”
    Amberly nods.
    “Ohhhh, my baby. I’m sorry. I love you, please believe me,” Nell confesses, though Amberly already knows.
    Amberly keeps staring at Rodney’s body. There’s only one thing she wants, to do what she’s been ready for all along. To devour her father.
    Rodney thought that there was a more sinister reasoning for Amberly coming back from the dead. Maybe to protect her mother or maybe to exact revenge on the wrongdoers. Witchcraft. Devil worship. It wasn’t.
    Sometimes people die before they were meant to. Sometimes they get second chances and just like second chances, things are done… differently . For better or for worse. Never will anyone be able to hurt Amberly or Nell again.
    Her mother pats Amberly on the head. Nell wants to cry for Rodney, but she can’t. Not right now. Right now, she hates him.
    “Go ahead,” Nell says standing up, turning, and walking away. Like all the others before him who meant nothing, Amberly yanks Rodney’s body down in the basement with such ferocity, it bounces off the door frame, shattering the wood into splinters.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    XIV
     
     
     
     
     
    November 29th.
    8:00AM.
     
    Huffing and puffing, Nell drags a black trash bag through the woods. Pushing aside the leaves, creating her own trail off the beaten path.
    Her eyes are dead. Whatever was left of the sweet Nell that anyone remembers is completely gone. All that remains is a woman who, against all odds, chose to stay the path of loving mother to a renounced little girl. A person who loved her daughter so severely, she killed for her.
    Nell Gray: serial-killer.
     
    She gets to an embankment and tugs at the trash bag that is considerably heavy. As she tries to throw the bag down the hill, a root sticking out from underneath the ground grabs hold, ripping it open. A thick piece of scalp rolls away collecting dirt as it hits the bottom. A familiar piece of anatomy. Jet-black hair with pink highlights.
    Dannalee. Victim number who-knows ?
    The last piece of the puzzle that ties directly to Rodney. Nell throws the bag down into the trench that is already littered with more body parts than anyone could count. Among the broken and shattered bones are Rodney’s glasses, Mr. College’s clothes, and in the back covered in brush is Sion’s mail truck.
    Nell’s secret graveyard. More accurately, her personal landfill of her and Amberly’s victims. Only four-hundred yards behind the House of Gray.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Author's Note
     
     
     
     
     
    Thank you for reading the first book in “A Melancholic Black Series.” The second book, titled “.45” is scheduled for release in late 2016/early 2017.
     
    As always, I would like to thank my cover designer Brittney Fournier; my editor Nicole Giverdon; and my friends and family, who have shown undying support.
     
    Lastly, thank YOU, the reader. I can only hope that my stories can help you escape from the real world, latch onto your psyche, and never let go.
     
    -R.J.

 
     
     
     
     
     
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