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Without word, part 3.

I had not cast a glance behind me. Sarah, the so-called Blonde-Quasi-perfect, I had thrown a bewildered look that I had ignored once again. I had donned awkwardly my boots as well as my coat. I had not even taken the trouble to place my scarf or anything. I am outside in inspiring a great breath of fresh air. My heart was debating furiously in my chest. The cold wind smote on my body, tearing a thrill and my eyes were filled with water. I am furious. I could not remember having had an emotion if strong since a long time. Mr Walker seemed not having followed me and so much the better as it! To me it does not review soon, promise. I continue my way up to the House in hunting his face of my spirit. In vain. It was completely in my head. Its look piercing, its haughty and his voice. Especially his voice! I strongly farm the eyes in wanting to hunt this of my spirit. Once again, my attempt was impossible. I did not know how to place me, how to walk for having natural air. I have cold, but I refuse to attach my coat correctly in front of its vehicles which cross the road, nor before all its houses that separate me from my home. I felt too shameful to do so. Of the coup, I decided to pretend that everything was going well. That I was going well. I had a normal session, but this was just not for me. This is. It was the solution. I climbs the stairs to enter in my building. I clumsily search in my bag-to-hand in the search of my keys. I pushes a expletive. That is the mess there! Why am I the only one to be unable to find a hint in my bag-to-hand? You really want to know, asked me my conscience. The last thing I need, it was its opinion to that one.
A few minutes later, I found my well and I enters the inside of my apartment. Then, in m Pressing the Back on the door, I broke out completely. I cry, I rage and even more. I tape on the head. What a stupid idea hast thou had, Mary! You really do not know choose your words. Neither the people. Te that is any single, once again, without more aid to TA focused! I launches furiously my boots on my carpet of entry (which is none other than a simple beach towels). My bag-to-hand am very quickly in being deposited heavily on the kitchen counter. I withdraw my coat on a chair and I leads me to the lounge. I collapse on the leather couch brown. If it hopes to see me again, this psychologist of misfortune, he will have my way of thinking! Even if I know, that at the bottom of me, I would never as violent. As a dog, I groaning, but I don't bite. I gives me a new banging on the head. I sense tingling on my skull. I begin to have evil. It is the effect that I seek.- stupid, I whisper weakly, stupid Mary. Stupid...I do not know or put me, or place me and how to react to this precise moment. Say that I must send an SMS to my sister. Not. I cannot resign myself to tell him the truth.
I already know his answer. I te the had said, will tell me? I support my head in my hands, pulling almost on my hair.- kill me ...I had to calm me down. The image of Alyssia leaps furiously in my mind. My breathing slows down, my heart is relieves quietly. I come to hunt the image of Jacob Walker of my head. I am beginning to feel better. I inhale a good blow. Yes. Alyssia. Do not think to it, Mary. Everything will go well. Everything will go very well. Hast thou not to choose another psychologist, offered me the voice of my conscience. There is that solutions. That is what I am saying, in this moment. Suddenly, my phone ring tone sounds in the lounge. The last thing I wanted was to talk on the telephone. I decides, therefore, I go to sleep on the sofa and pretend not to have heard nothing.
After several shots, my mailbox is puts in function: "Hello, you are well among Marie-Pier and Alyssia. We are unavailable for the time, then let us a message. Biiip. "I closes the eyes in trying to convince me that I am not really there, that I am elsewhere to make forget my guilt. A gentle voice continue after my monologue voice: "Hello Madam Beaudoin, here Sarah Massé, Secretary of the clinic of Mr. Walker " I opens the eyes. Not!!! I panic As soon. "Given your sudden departure, we have not had the time to discuss the way in which you wish to pay your session "Shit! I have not paid. I am Party without pay. I am a criminal. Kill me. "I call you, also, to give you your next appointment which will be this Friday, 30 January to nine hours" what. What? "Mr. Walker sincerely desire you review. If something you do not agree, please do not hesitate to remind me. Thank you, good day "she hangs up. I rest bedtime, silent. He has made an appointment without put me to the current. He hoped that I will return the see ? Wow, what seducer, laughs my conscience who dance without my skull, but what a con. I am so much under the shocked that I do react not even to his remarks. Not question!!! No chance! Straightening me from the sofa, I am looking for and cons of all this. Firstly: I refused an additional humiliation. By contrast, it was not possible for me to accept the fact that I am part without pay. This is not in my habits. Just to consider, I have my heart that beats. I have no affinity with the foreigner. I do not feel listen, nor sustained. Except that I always feel as well when I have to confront my sentiments to my relatives. It is as if each had a blank table at birth. Paint of gouache what we love, our desires and the table -the canvas Changes as. The mine is remained blank. Their finger dirty, my entourage advanced me my canvas and shows me their exposure of their own gouache which have fallen on the mine in dictating me" but not, look, thou hast this! "But this is not to me. It is your paint on mine.
This is not mine. I sighs when going to bed in my bed. I serve my cozy greenish color in my arms while y blottissant my head. Closing the eyes, I resigned. It would be impossible for me to confront my phobia of the phone in seeking a place elsewhere. I assoupis then in ignoring my hope never to be able to wake me up one of these days. A ring tone of my cell m hard in my nap. I probing for the search. It is on my pillow to my sides. I go out with three pillows. Two under my head and a horizontal in which welcomes my cell and my coverage of child the evening. It is also a beautiful place since the socket for my loader is located nearby. I throw an eye. Thin, my sister! I thought panicky. I have forgotten to send him a message. I nervously chews my lip. What should I say to him? The truth, scoffed the voice in my head, that thou art a beautiful sow.12:45
Then your appointment?I m bothers to take my time to respond to him. At this time, it had to be in pause dined. And how much time had it not to wait for my answer. Less time she had, the less I could explain my terrible appointment. Except that my anguish chicana violently my selfishness. I was defeated by the latter, could not do anything against my guilt.12:50 p.m.
If not worse. I recall him on Friday.I have abandoned. Except that I would be there simply to pay and say that our reports are completed. What report? Thou hast envy him jump in the Pants my old? I am not against, ta libido not more, said my conscience of a honeyed voice. I blushed up to the root of my hair. It took me all my concentration to avoid that my libido, in effect, approves this message. A ring tone again.12:55
Cool! How is it then? What do you talk about?Thin, it really must know everything? The Curiosity It was of Family it must believe.
I am myself. A little too, I have to pay the costs with this dear psychopath.
Ouch, I go there fort on this coup-there. Yet, what is there can ? This man seemed so cold, so rigid that the See with a whip to the hand might seem to me quite normal. Or not. I digress.12:57
It was to speak of the base. I do not know how it is ... Young? It was only five years of more than me.The ringer does tarda not.12:59
It is beautiful?I want to die. I buried my face more deeply in my cozy.13 h 05
I do not know me. It is my psychologist!It is tempting to laugh in this kind of situation. Yet, nothing came. I remained without moving pending a can-be response on the part of my sister. It comes some minute later.13 h 15
One never knows. I go back there, good day.13 h 17
Bye.I closed my cell. Shimming me in my bed, I leave my spirit soar to forget the crash of the feeling of abandonment that m invades to the last sentence of my sister. The three days separating me of my appointment were painful. On Tuesday, my body was not at rest. It was always that I do something, but my interest disappeared in five minutes. Of the coup, I had hoped that the end of the day could finally be completed. Wednesday, for its part, was very simple. As soon my daughter in school, I am installing in a corner of my room to remain seated until 16:30 rings on my alarm of my cell. For the last day, I was in conflict with myself. There was my conscience which was jubilant at the waiting for my future humiliation and who grew up my fears in this appointment. My side responsible who asked me to prepare my check in advance and in making me the moral on the criminal offenses. My aggressive side who did not wish to see this face of psychologist of misfortune. There was my boredom, who wanted to go to sleep and wake up once finish everything. Then there was a strange feeling, unknown of my person, who wanted to see Mr Walker. It was this feeling that discouraged me the most. I do not understand, but even less I wanted to feel in me. Perhaps because this be was quite the opposite of me? It made me think of my sister, in addition to hard. Proud of his person, intelligent, connoisseur and I Password: especially beautiful, ended my conscience. Yes, they are beautiful all the two. A next to the other, they would have formed a duo breathtaking. It was almost illegal. Certain person have not need Photoshop to be to their advantage. And there are those who are naturally. This is the case for my sister and Mr Walker. Friday arrive, my alarm to wake up in the morning of my cell phone woke me of a sweet song which énerverait anyone. I rise lazily in ranging in immediately in the House of my daughter. I embarks in his bed and i the covers of kiss on her cheek. For the few times that I am standing before it -I benefit! She smiled under My Kisses by opening the eyes. Wow, just this makes it super nice. Despite its hair in battle that indicates its night of struggle of all side.
Our routine continues as usual. This morning, she decided to take a big bowl of cereal. I puts him a remainder of rice in the vegetables as taste this midi. I him shoves his lunch box of a surplus of food, as usual, and I selected him the best possible habit. I am thinking to do the washing once my appointment finish. Thin. My appointment. I finally realize that the fateful day has arrived. I have a ball in the belly and a nausea takes me by surprise. Puts on the chest, I locates my energy for remote my unease imaginary. Take care of my daughter helps me enormously in these cases.
I puts a jean black with my unique pink sweater to steering wheel. Put a little color on my skin whitish. In addition, in watching me carefully in the mirror, I note of big black rings. Another thing that makes me ugly.- Mom, c is the hour, dicta my daughter who enfilait her habit of snow.
- thou hast haste?
- Yes! Today, it is a special day! Launched Alyssia with a sparkling gaze which I tore off a small smile. We will have of the beard to Papa!
- Yuck, beard, which stings. This is not very good, I say in mimicking a disgusting air.Alyssia starts laughing a crystalline laugh. It is so beautiful.- but not, Mom! She said lifting his eyes to the sky. This is not the true beard at Papa!
- Ah no? I am sure that Yes, me.
- We do not eat people, are going!
- I would eat a little leg of a Mademoiselle Alyssia, For my part.On this, I just the teases on the thigh in claiming to want to eat it. Alyssia began to chuckling and laughing in trying to defend this. The time advanced and we were leaving quickly, but the heart light. During my return, I still feel this loneliness weigh me on the shoulders. Nothing more is of importance. It is no longer there. At the scheduled time, I take my pill against my depression. I still do not see how it should help me feel better in my body. I call pill-Forgery-smile. If we can find some joy thanks to a pill, I suppose that the latter must be false. My doctor had asked me to have an open mind on this subject. I cannot resign. I get my bag and I leave my apartment the ball in the stomach. Again in the face of this House too beautiful for this neighborhood. Courage, I repeat this word without stop before entering in the remains. Once again, it gives me a feeling of coldness. I had not scope attention, but everything in the parts are placed carefully. Everything is right, I had the impression to be in mathematics.
Right, structuring and calculate. For this that this place does not please me, as beautiful as it is, mathematics and me -it fact forty-two. I withdraw my boots when Sarah, Blonde-Quasi-perfect, came to my meeting. She wore a dress careful of bluish color, its long golden hair in loop slipped on its shoulders. It would also said that his hair was calculated for that the slightest wick near should be to a specific place. It was too beautiful to work. We would have said that she was leaving for the evening. She greeted me of its rigid politeness which she was evidence before directing me to the Office of the suffering, affectionate nickname. I do pipai word and only the knocking on his heels was reverberating with the noise of an old clock at the bottom of the corridor near a door of the doors closed. Thin, as I would like to see what there is to the inside of one of its three doors. Yet, I was sure that this was not a great thing. Sarah M opens the door and I enters the office of Mr Walker. Nothing has changed since my departure abrupt. Not a centimeter of pencils on the desktop to a dust on the furniture. I installs on one of the red armchairs stuffing. Mr. Walker is always the man that we must wait? I chew my lip by browsing through the Office of the eyes. My gaze drew the black sofa of copper of the eyes. My conscience awoke as well as libido. No, bedtime thee! But what is it that takes you? For M occupy the spirit, I start to play by reflex with a pencil from the office.- Hello Madam Beaudoin, announced Walker when he entered in his office.I hiccups and the pencil falls Croche on the desktop. I rise with discomfort in bafouillant excuses. He lifts the hand in doing sign of am seated again. It closes the door and a few enjambés is found on his chair while I am facing. Today, it is dressed in black suit. A faithful walks white, but this time if all of the buttons were attached one to the other. My conscience challenged the idea then that another voice lingered on the gray tie the psychologist. Walker opens its drawer to get out her notebook of the last time. The Final Judgment is come, snickered my conscience. I do not know. It note then the pencil and, without more ceremony, the place to a perfect distance from its neighbor. Right and balanced. I had chills of panic.
He has a problem or what? A little bit of brothel does not hurt. His blue eyes scrutinizes me and I am small on my chair. Was I going to have an oath? I deserved very well. Instead of a shouting match, Walker addressed me with a smile by unveiling its white teeth. The Chance.- Then, Madam Beaudoin, how are you? Asked-t-it most serene in the world.I was shocked. So much so that the words would not come out. That this happening? Am I the only one to remember the day of Monday? Or feigning-it ignorance to blame me even more? I am seeking my words by playing with my fingers. Do I have to be frank or enter in his game? Is it that my reason would let me enter in this game? Dangerous, I could easily burn my.- I do not know, I have chosen to play the game.
- Why is it?
- You do m not want it?He looked surprised on the coup and its expression became more hard, as if he was looking for the reason of my question. Minute, he does not recall therefore really not our day?
Impossible.- For what reason, wonder-t-it finally.
- Well ... I panicky a little.
- More than a little, he replied with a smile.
- I... I have been violent... a little.
- a little? This was not the violence, Madam Beaudoin, this was only a normal reaction and I caused voluntarily, confessed-t-it by crossing your fingers between them.
- Cause?He gave me a look? Volunteer? My face was to speak for less, since Walker immediately resumed the conversation.- I do not want to brag about, but I know of course what kind of attitude will have more impact on a person and if it will be beneficial for this person or not, he explained as if it was in process, usually it takes me a few sessions to enter the person in order to put this gift to profit. In your case, Madam Beaudoin, I understood as soon as you entered in the room.Without te boast, Bonhomme, Tu te boasts enormously. I feel even more stupid.- I do not understand what make me angry will help me in the future, I say with disconcerting.
- Then you were angry? Asked-t-it in writing on her notebook.I bite my cheeks.- I still am.
- For what reason?
- I have the impression to be manipulated, admitted-i without remorse.
- This is not the principle, but if you relieve the SEE as well.
- I would have been able not to return.
- But you have done and I am happy, he said to me with a mischievous smile.My cheeks rosirent under this revelation. My irrational side rushed off to take this information to create lots of stories while my conscience rolls in a corner in front of both stupidity. I am looking for quickly a reason before its air interrogation to my reaction.- I... do not like the Madam.
- forgiveness? He said by raising an eyebrow.
- I want to say the title. I have only twenty-four years...
- Well, then... Mademoiselle Beaudoin suits you better?I shakes his head. He resumed a note to her notebook.- We are resuming so the technique of the first lesson, agreement? He uttered this sentence very carefully as if he apprehended the idea that I could flee again, do not forget to tell me when I have crossed a limit.
- a limit for me.
- Yes, this Are limits that we are going worked later.
- But why? I asked As soon.
- Because if this are limits, this is not without reason.A point. Very strong Mr. the psychopath.- Your daughter sees her father? Asked-t-it.Stupid blue eyes deep that I could lose. I lose my cold blood. Its neutral attitude cold and are completely opposed to his gaze hot and compassionate.
It is destabilizing.- No, never. It has never feel the desire to meet, I say without really of punishment and I prefer as well.
- Why?
- It may not me the fly.Walker took a break.- You have a deep connection with your daughter, but you know that to force the tighten of Your love You will also stifle?
- I realize that. I must detach, I know very well.
- It is not a question of detachment. It is the balance of your relationship which is at stake. When it wants to rebel, it will be extremely difficult for you, and for it. You are as friends, he said, applicant her notebook, but that is not what it should be: You are a mother and her daughter. Not two girlfriends.I digests poorly his words of truth. I am strongly my major for prevent me to imagine this scene cruel and horrible. Even more to avoid me to cry.
The attitude of Walker is dominant and impassive. He explains to me without really heart in his words. That is what the psychologists must make silly, grumbled my conscience, it is not better if your helping suffers at your place. I know well, I just imagined a little more compatissance. This impenetrable man must not have a woman to its sides. Otherwise, it should not have to ask him questions. Strangely, this idea does not pleases me not really. Walker arose from his chair to come and sit at the front of his office by making me face. It is so close now. I am even more nervous. It supports one of its hands on the desktop.- I do you not baffle, Mademoiselle. I warn you only, he said to me in a tone almost warm. We will worked together and we must therefore cooperate. I would like to say that any note is to accept. You can tell me, even the sentences the most foolish in the world.
- even if it means nothing?
- everything to a meaning.
- and I asked questions on you?It seemed surprised.- Yes, if you wish. I would say to those that I do not judge too personal, he replied after a moment of reflection.Why do I ask it? I have nothing to ask him. I have already forgotten my presence in these places?- I confess... Having Imagine your head on a PIC.Two minutes elapse before that Walker This puts to burst out laughing. I do not know, but I followed in this uncontrolled laughter. This was so spontaneous, but very pleasant. It is an emotion that I am not afraid to live -astonishment. It takes us a few minutes for us in return.- I suppose it has imagine worse, confessed-t-it.
- Why is it that I doubt it not?
- It fate the claws, Miss Beaudoin? Asked-t-it with a tone Thrasher.
- Is this not for that that I am here, Mr. Walker? Répliquai-I on the same tone.
- Another complaint to do on my account?
- Are you paranoid of storage? Asked-i without conscience of my words.His face hardens and his eyes percèrent mine. Ouch. I am going in a slippery slope and view my level of balance I soon risk of Me smash the skull.- a little. I love that everything is well in their place, he replied coldly. Other complaint?
- ER... not. Forgiveness, it was for a laugh...
- I see.I want to bury. I had to catch me. We were so well all the time.
Finally, we were not so bad. Thou hast Ris, noticed my conscience by ignoring once again the behavior of my part illogical which is rolled into a ball in his illusions.- Heum... You have to ask or this was my mother in my whole story, I say timidly.Walker was again installed on his chair black. The attitude to relax was already fly off to reset a cold carapace and lasts that gave me the flesh of hen.- Yes ?
- I forgot to tell you.
- What is it?
- My mother died when I was twelve years.* *I hangs up the combine of the phone by observing my daughter who drew on the floor of the lounge. My sister came to call me. To ask more questions on my mysterious psychologist. I had only unveiled the essential without stating its special technique on me. Otherwise, I Plains this Walker of the claws of my sister. It is soft, friendly, but if thou keys to one of its valuable his wrath will be terrible. I feign ignorance when she asked me the appearance of my psychologist. It is so disturbing. Both strict and cold, I discovered that he could be cheerful, ricaneur and angry. Curiously, that gave me a funny feeling in the hollow of my belly. To know that it has obtained its emissions by my fault. This sensation disappeared quickly when I announced the decision of my sister to Alyssia.- You're going to sleep at Mélanie this weekend, happy?
- Oh yes! Great! Cria-t-it by rising to jump for joy.
- You want to bring something in particular?
- My tablet! She said to go the search.I reassured that this is not a true tablet, only a toy child who develops the intelligent said the box of this toy extremely expensive. I will therefore only this evening. My sister is stubbornly to this that I am from time to time to take this moment for me. Yet, it is to be with Alyssia which fills me with joy. I am often alone, does T-it not? Reluctantly, I am the bag of my daughter for the weekend in y fourrant full of linen. Is better too much than not enough since Mélanie is Miss mode of the head to the foot. She is trying to get into this passion. I fake to understand a trick and I approve of its choice when it chooses a garment.
Unfortunately, be alone in a shop I would be completely lost. We went, recently, in a shop nicknamed '' Souris Mini ''. My sister was part of his side to see the balances. I was alone in a shop fills with woman who know how to choose the clothes. I wanted to get out in speed. I was very badly, I had shortness of air and patience. Finally, it is my sister who has found a something for Alyssia. I am so void that in looking at the clothing I am not even realized that I was in a radius for small boy. This souvenir made me wince.
What a fool I am, my word! My sister happens after the day care seek Alyssia who hastens to embracing me in its small fragile arm. I embrace the top of her hair.- You're not going to cry? Asked me-t-it sadly.
- No, I would not even have the time to annoy me, I mens. Thee not more, is it not?
- Not! I only have the time to have fun, Replica-t-it.My sister and I were exchanging a small smile. It makes me sign before leaving with my daughter. I am a sign up to the time that the door closes and i between to the interior. I sit on my chair. The Loneliness m filled, I must absolutely do something before losing contact with the time. I therefore decided to make me a chicken sandwich and m install in front of the television. I stroll from channel to channel without find of interest in anything. The time passes and it is close to 19 h 00. It is a dark night because of the time of the winter. I observe the night and an idea comes to me from: a night walk. I remember be walk very often when I was a teenager.
He then made very mild outside. I would not need to put my pants of snow.
It fact if soft as can be seen the asphalt of the streets and sidewalks. I take my walk to wander my spirit in places more free. My conscience is quiet and also take advantage of the fresh air. All the parties of my spirit are in symbiosis and Tait under the silence. There is that the noise of the cars which cut this magnificent silence. I take the direction of the smaller streets without really achieve the places. I walk and I walk even further. It is nice and I do not know how much time has elapsed. Then, I care very well. Until such time as I fall on a cul-de-sac. I look at the neighborhood without the recognize. Am I as much away from the apartment? I decided, therefore, to go back on my not in trying to remind me of where I come from. One of my big faults: my geography. Even in my own city, I cannot lead easily. I do not know the name of the streets even close to the mine. What I fear the most, when I walk in the day, it is that a car is accosts to ask me his path. I do not happen to be clear and precise. They thank me, but smiling sadly without really having seized something. I cross a small street which joins the two when I note something which was certainly not there all the time. Under a street lamp which has sentence to turn on, a man looks nervously in all directions. Instinctively, or well because I listen too much horror film, I stops me. I will have the air ladle if I change abruptly direction and injure the pride of mr. But if it is not net, this could save my life. What that, anyone can wait someone anywhere, I am of the films. I would only have to take the opposite direction to him and joining the street on the other side. That is what I decide to do in forcing my eyes to fix something else that the man in question. What I Overview, it is a dark tuque and bears a heavy black coat. I have not seen his face, he had pressed in the neck of his coat. His boots were dirty, full of earth. Of the earth in the winter? Perhaps works-t-it in the construction, reassures me my conscience, then snow to fade much lately there sees of the earth in the land of the houses. Yes, it is true. Then, they could be dirty since a long time. Boots Construction Do not wash easily. It discusses really? I chew my lip. Thin, me who was any quiet. It is enough for me that to cross a unknown for that my imagination fled in bulk. I take the opposite direction to continue my path. I hear not behind me and I accelerates the mine. My imagination when I am in this state. I know me. I claims not hear anything when I decided to take a small sidewalk that would lead me toward the nearby street, from there I will try to find my way. At the half of the path, I still hear these not and a large hand grabs my before-arm with force. I gémis a little in turning me toward the unknown of the lamp. Close to me, his breath stank the alcohol although I am not an expert in the field. I draw on my forearm, but my unknown cowardly do not taken. It seems nervous. It scratches his big beard quickly as if he did not know really what to do and why he was doing it.- Let me! I Cree.
- thou shalt make the case, you must make the case, repeated it a aggressive voice which I there froze the blood.I was going to die? This man appeared not in contact with the reality. His other hand Just capture my other arm and glue me to him. I am disgusted and I try to flee from all my forces. In vain. This unknown me glued to him like a leech and his lips slimy tries to find a path to my mouth. I am not beautiful, why is it that?! I shake my head in all meaning for its away mouth of the mine so that it induces its bleeds on my cheek. My body shivers of disgust. No, I do not want it. I do not want to be affected by a man.- Not! Cria-i in the pushing back of all my forces.The Adrenaline gave me a superhuman strength which postponed my aggressor of some foot, but which made me lose mine and my body fell on the sidewalk. I grimaçais Under the pain, since my hand had taken the shock of my fall. The latter was shaking and I felt the blood flow along of my wrist. Without giving me of respite, my aggressor blocked me to the ground. I am still trying to debate me of all my forces. I howl to that one to hear me, but my cries are blocked by the mouth of my aggressor which bites my lips, our teeth clash with pain. I gémis, I panic and I want to disappear. I do not believe this to be possible, but I still feel more dirty. More ugly. Then, my assailant was pushed to the ground near me. I am trying to catch my breath and remove the envy of vomit in the snow.- I believe that she has said ''no'', said a voice fierce and male.I Lift the eyes to see my psychologist almost in Hero mode. I breath between two tears while it helps me to raise. I do not cease to tremble and unconsciously I glue to him when my attacker raises to face my hero.- t es that thee, asked my aggressor in wiping his lips, it is not of thy onions. It is between the large and me.I had a new sob. Walker fronça eyebrows and me back with his arm to be put before me. Behind him, I cannot guess its expression. My aggressor, him, seems frightened suddenly. Finally, I do not want to see the face of my super-psychologist.- she said no, repeated Walker in growling almost, not it is not. We learn this when one is kid. If you do not want to have a problem of view tomorrow morning, I te suggests to make you to the police immediately. I te leaves a time. If I learn that thou hast not fact, I règlerais your case.- for which you takes? Beugla my aggressor.
- For a man, Jacob response.My attacker murmured and showed the new face of Walker and then taken finally the leak. The nightmare was finished for me. For the moment. I am trying to hunt my tears while Walker turns to me. A soft gesture which surprised me, it helped me in my gesture. He watched my hand bloody. I had no more attention, I had to put on blood on my cheek. His face remained serious and I did not dare to say anything.- You go well, inquired-t-it after a long silence.
- Thank you.This was the only thing that I pus say. It wiped a little My plays and my scalp blushed a single blow. Yet, I refused any contact with the men. Why it does not bother me at this time? Because it m was saved? This realization caused in me an electric shock that I communed violently of Jacob. He looked surprised on the coup, and then was realized that I had to perhaps be in a state of crisis.- everything goes well, I do you would not of me.It seems that I apprivoisait, it was strange. The idea of this image seemed too farfetched that I Mouse a little. Despite the shock, I can smile. Or is it just the shock which gives this effect.- You are bleeding, are going to my mother. We are going to cover yourself this, he says
- No, I... This is not the penalty.
- This is not far, I insist.He indicated the House in the bottom of the street and my mouth dégringola to the ground. This shack?!- I can not!
- Why?
- This is not my world!My sentence him plucked a little smile Thrasher. I questioned the gaze. His blue eyes drilling penetrated in my chocolate iris and a soft voice:- I look forward to discover, then in what kind of world you live Marie-Pier.