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Chapter 71: Storm
Rain had stopped, the moon was dark. The storm had passed, taking with if all the bad, all marred by secrets, past lives and betrayal.
The dark profile of the distinguished on the terrace of the room. Shoulders hunched, his head hanging in defeat, the tension of the night surviving on your back muscles, the circumstances of what happened in his head, confessed secrets choking his lungs and squeezing his heart. He tried to stand, his hands on the railing, his knuckles pale, his arms lined with courage.
her face, he could not lose his composure. Facing her, he could not let her win against hate compassion. He had to be strong. He had to be the arms that comforted. The man who simply was there for her.
Finally she had fallen asleep, after all its truths had said, she, exhausted, had fallen at the feet of Morpheus, in his arms, between your comfort.
He could not sleep so easily. He could not, not want. Memories as their own as pests, flooding in a world that did not want to imagine an incident that flowed from beginning to end as she had talked, a film in front of your eyes will inevitably be repeated again and again.
His head fell a little more for the words that echoed in his mind, the injustice he breathed in the air, the helplessness that ran in his veins.
raped me!
raped me.
raped me ...
She ran through the middle of the trees, wiping her tears with the sun of day, his shirt's a skin in the scorching heat. It could not, she repeated, desperate to believe. Your headache is multiplied with each step. She was composed, knowing I was not too far from home. A sob escaped her lips as she felt her skin burn with the thought of her hands on her body. She felt dirty, damaged. It was nightmare if it had happened, if he had. The blanket in hand I checked, their strained broken, slippery discomfort between her legs ...
"Miss, are you there?"
She looked in the mirror. His reflection showing the makeup smeared, messy hair, his eyes hurt.
"Yeah ... I'm Maria," she said only, not removing his gaze on the sad truth.
"Need something? I thought I would stay with Miss Ana until later. They fought, right? "The Silence of Lety made Maria continued, in confidence," Do not worry about that after it happens. "
Lety biting her lip to keep from breaking into tears, tears making their way between the black on his face. "Yes ... I will take a double boiler, nobody bothers me please."
"If Miss ..."
Hearing the footsteps of Maria reduced, Lety closed his eyes, rotting in silence at the head down, holding the edge of the sink. All the emotions which she fled, at last, had found it in the privacy of your bathroom.
Clothing covered the floor, her blouse, her black skirt, her underwear, a disorderly way towards the white tub where she presided. Still, lost in thought, tears was no longer running, dominating his face. The tip of her hair dancing in warm water, his hair even darker when wet sticking to his back. She blinked in pain, his body pressing as the reality hit her. Sideways, she could see the blanket that I checked, dirty and dark as she felt. Sitting in the tub, water flooded all their holes as she embraced, her knees to her chest, she rested her head on them, trying to find some sort of consolation.
Finally she had escaped from the tub that he tried to drown all your pain, sitting on the edge of it, covered with a white towel. A towel that covered it, but not enough. Even with cleaning makeup, her skin bathed, nothing could clean on how he felt. Nothing could erase the evidence that his body exposed. His hands roamed her arms timid where he had grabbed her by force, the bruises that were left as replicas of foreign hands. Suffering with a headache just as persistent as had awakened, feeling faint and fragile as the previous night. His hands reached to his knees, his gaze toward its center, a deep breath for strength, her hands slowly up the towel to her thighs, just close your eyes for what they witnessed. His sob even louder, uncontrollable, the check your skin white, delicate and soft always bruised now was just as painful as those of their arms, even more so to think about what had happened, all I had missed.
"Amiga!"
Lety, disoriented, turned to see her friend Ana running toward it.
"What happened? I thought you were going to spend the night at my house after the party. Disappeared right away. "Seeing her friend round, Ana smiled," No wait, I'll say what I said was true? "
Lety to listen, react, turning to her. "That you speak, you say?"
"Get out there with Luis disappeared and did not come back, but I do not believe them, they know you." The silence of her friend, Anna's eyes widened, opening the mouth with a smile, "Do not tell me ... is true!? You and the ... "
" My head hurts, "admitted Lety best, embarrassed, sitting on the nearest chair.
"As is normal after last night."
As before, Lety turned his attention to his friend, curious. "Are you talking about?"
"For the alcohol you drank last night." Lety
frowned, confused. "I do not take anything last night. "
" Like that? If I saw myself with the drink that Louis had given you, well one of those. I myself saw when some boys were preparing the 'drinks' supposedly to relax the girls. "
Lety's face although pale, became a white paper. His mind making conclusions faster than his lips could identify words. "And you ... did you ...?"
"Yes, but not tickle me the truth. Neither boyfriend got me, "her friend declared, without worry or larger rolls.
His step was quick, determined. Courage running through his veins as he crossed the street. In a few minutes, she had found out where he could find. And no more tears to shed, complete with thought it was her fault, she pounded on the door of a neighbor, determined to seek to blame and recriminations all in the face. Spit if necessary.
door after a few seconds, slowly opened, giving input. She missed entered into the darkness, his breathing stopping to see where they had come.
My son! My son!
YOUR home. YOUR family, not his! Tears came to the surface to see his father with him, embracing, as father and son, both smiling. His heart shrinking with treason. His father, not the!
alarming was a chill which brought him back, his eyes red. "Here I am, here I am," he kept repeating over and over again when returning peace, holding her tightly to his chest.
She clung to him, his own tears crossing his face. "No, no, no ..."
"Shh, everything will be fine." He rubbed the back, trying to soothe her as his own emotional walls were broken, one by one. "Everything will be fine," he repeated. For her. For it.
Rain had stopped, the moon was dark. The storm had passed, taking with if all the bad, all marred by secrets, past lives and betrayal.
The dark profile of the distinguished on the terrace of the room. Shoulders hunched, his head hanging in defeat, the tension of the night surviving on your back muscles, the circumstances of what happened in his head, confessed secrets choking his lungs and squeezing his heart. He tried to stand, his hands on the railing, his knuckles pale, his arms lined with courage.
her face, he could not lose his composure. Facing her, he could not let her win against hate compassion. He had to be strong. He had to be the arms that comforted. The man who simply was there for her.
Finally she had fallen asleep, after all its truths had said, she, exhausted, had fallen at the feet of Morpheus, in his arms, between your comfort.
He could not sleep so easily. He could not, not want. Memories as their own as pests, flooding in a world that did not want to imagine an incident that flowed from beginning to end as she had talked, a film in front of your eyes will inevitably be repeated again and again.
His head fell a little more for the words that echoed in his mind, the injustice he breathed in the air, the helplessness that ran in his veins.
raped me!
raped me.
raped me ...
She ran through the middle of the trees, wiping her tears with the sun of day, his shirt's a skin in the scorching heat. It could not, she repeated, desperate to believe. Your headache is multiplied with each step. She was composed, knowing I was not too far from home. A sob escaped her lips as she felt her skin burn with the thought of her hands on her body. She felt dirty, damaged. It was nightmare if it had happened, if he had. The blanket in hand I checked, their strained broken, slippery discomfort between her legs ...
"Miss, are you there?"
She looked in the mirror. His reflection showing the makeup smeared, messy hair, his eyes hurt.
"Yeah ... I'm Maria," she said only, not removing his gaze on the sad truth.
"Need something? I thought I would stay with Miss Ana until later. They fought, right? "The Silence of Lety made Maria continued, in confidence," Do not worry about that after it happens. "
Lety biting her lip to keep from breaking into tears, tears making their way between the black on his face. "Yes ... I will take a double boiler, nobody bothers me please."
"If Miss ..."
Hearing the footsteps of Maria reduced, Lety closed his eyes, rotting in silence at the head down, holding the edge of the sink. All the emotions which she fled, at last, had found it in the privacy of your bathroom.
Clothing covered the floor, her blouse, her black skirt, her underwear, a disorderly way towards the white tub where she presided. Still, lost in thought, tears was no longer running, dominating his face. The tip of her hair dancing in warm water, his hair even darker when wet sticking to his back. She blinked in pain, his body pressing as the reality hit her. Sideways, she could see the blanket that I checked, dirty and dark as she felt. Sitting in the tub, water flooded all their holes as she embraced, her knees to her chest, she rested her head on them, trying to find some sort of consolation.
Finally she had escaped from the tub that he tried to drown all your pain, sitting on the edge of it, covered with a white towel. A towel that covered it, but not enough. Even with cleaning makeup, her skin bathed, nothing could clean on how he felt. Nothing could erase the evidence that his body exposed. His hands roamed her arms timid where he had grabbed her by force, the bruises that were left as replicas of foreign hands. Suffering with a headache just as persistent as had awakened, feeling faint and fragile as the previous night. His hands reached to his knees, his gaze toward its center, a deep breath for strength, her hands slowly up the towel to her thighs, just close your eyes for what they witnessed. His sob even louder, uncontrollable, the check your skin white, delicate and soft always bruised now was just as painful as those of their arms, even more so to think about what had happened, all I had missed.
"Amiga!"
Lety, disoriented, turned to see her friend Ana running toward it.
"What happened? I thought you were going to spend the night at my house after the party. Disappeared right away. "Seeing her friend round, Ana smiled," No wait, I'll say what I said was true? "
Lety to listen, react, turning to her. "That you speak, you say?"
"Get out there with Luis disappeared and did not come back, but I do not believe them, they know you." The silence of her friend, Anna's eyes widened, opening the mouth with a smile, "Do not tell me ... is true!? You and the ... "
" My head hurts, "admitted Lety best, embarrassed, sitting on the nearest chair.
"As is normal after last night."
As before, Lety turned his attention to his friend, curious. "Are you talking about?"
"For the alcohol you drank last night." Lety
frowned, confused. "I do not take anything last night. "
" Like that? If I saw myself with the drink that Louis had given you, well one of those. I myself saw when some boys were preparing the 'drinks' supposedly to relax the girls. "
Lety's face although pale, became a white paper. His mind making conclusions faster than his lips could identify words. "And you ... did you ...?"
"Yes, but not tickle me the truth. Neither boyfriend got me, "her friend declared, without worry or larger rolls.
His step was quick, determined. Courage running through his veins as he crossed the street. In a few minutes, she had found out where he could find. And no more tears to shed, complete with thought it was her fault, she pounded on the door of a neighbor, determined to seek to blame and recriminations all in the face. Spit if necessary.
door after a few seconds, slowly opened, giving input. She missed entered into the darkness, his breathing stopping to see where they had come.
My son! My son!
YOUR home. YOUR family, not his! Tears came to the surface to see his father with him, embracing, as father and son, both smiling. His heart shrinking with treason. His father, not the!
alarming was a chill which brought him back, his eyes red. "Here I am, here I am," he kept repeating over and over again when returning peace, holding her tightly to his chest.
She clung to him, his own tears crossing his face. "No, no, no ..."
"Shh, everything will be fine." He rubbed the back, trying to soothe her as his own emotional walls were broken, one by one. "Everything will be fine," he repeated. For her. For it.
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