Chapter 77: 77
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We have just changed direction because, against all odds, Emie wants us to visit our spawner. She does not really want to talk to him, but would like to see him again to make sure he is in good health. After two phone calls, I'm going to a small town next to Sandville to find a man we have not seen for six years. He is no longer our father, he is no longer even our family. He is nothing and yet she still wants to see him? Why not, I would also like to see with my own eyes what this man has become after all these years of silence. However, I personally have nothing to say to him. The last ten kilometers, my car slows down and when a black Pontiac joins our car, I increase my speed again. Mastiff 1 and 2 are from the trip but we had to find them in front of my mother's institute. I have no confidence in this man from where my request asking them to be present when we meet him, finally, if he is at home. Seeing this road that I know so well in me so much nostalgia that I struggle to contain a tear. It was hell here, but on this road the nights spent with my friends were memorable. Friends? Those you love forget you so quickly and betray you so easily that I trust only the woman I love. Only Jenna deserves this precious gift. All others will never have it. Emie lost it and will not get it back. Selena sold me and I will one day listen to his explanation because her sms annoy me. My friends threw me as soon as I left Sandville. When to others, I do not care. "Emie do not eat your nails. For information, it's your choice to see this man, calm down. "2 Miles. Another 2 miles and we will know if the one who terrorized us is in his home. That this neighborhood is pitiful. Actually no. It is a normal neighborhood as we find everywhere I believe. It seems to me. But it's so ugly that I want to spit on every house. It's here. "My baby, are you ready?" Pfff, she is paralyzed by fear.
The garden is poorly maintained. I wonder if he is still with this bitch teacher. The mastiffs are out of the car and arrive. "Come on my heart. Give me your hand if it can help you but do not rest your ass like a statue."
Finally she gets up. We can start moving forward. "Lisa, everyone is watching us."
It is true. "It's normal, two beautiful girls, a beautiful car and two giants, we do not go unnoticed. I'll let you ring."
Tense Emie rings and rushes behind me like when we were small. Some things will never change even though time passes. A door slams inside the house. A cry asking "Who it is" make me tremble but I do not answer. Hearing this voice my heart accelerates dramatically. I thought I was ready and that seeing him would not be a problem for me, but his voice was enough to make me panic. Calm down Lisa. Do like when you're facing a camera or a video camera, relativize and everything will be fine. I hear swear words coming from the other side of the door and when she opens I see a man who is much older than in my memories. I'm wearing my hat and my sunglasses, he probably does not recognize me and he can not see Emie who hiding behind me. After looking at me carefully, his gaze focuses on the mastiffs just behind me. I do not know what he thinks, I never understood but I understand that he is afraid. Are you afraid for that? You do not know what it means to be six years old, to squat in a corner of your room, to cry in silence lest you hear and come back to beat us. You do not know what it means to go to school covered with blows. You do not know how much it is painful to see
your little sister who fall back with her lip open, her nose pissing blood. You do not know what is about hoping for help that never comes because adults feel that interfering with others' problems will not do them any good. You know nothing. The terror inspired by her own father is worse than anything because she is omnipresent, she never leaves you and is right behind your door. So why are you afraid? Why this frightened look when the mastiffs are very calm?
He's looking at me again. He is confused. "Who are you?"
It is true that with this equipment to recognize me is difficult. "How should I call you? Let's go with your name. John, do not you let us in your hovel? We can talk here, but I have been used to luxury for some time and this shabby garden is unworthy of me."
As Emie clings my tee-shirt, John walks away from the door and lets us in. I never came here. When Emie wanted to see him and I accompanied him because she was too small to take the bus alone, he never let us in. The house of my mother is very close, less than 2 miles but we never saw each other again. The interior is worthy of the man of my memories. A can of empty beer adorns the dresser at the entrance. Shoes and bottles strew the ground. The tapestries are torn everywhere but especially a smell of piss jumps to my nostrils. What a hog he has not changed since all these years. In the living room, I smile excessively in front of a photo with a date on it. 03/12/1016 Boston with Mona. I have to stop myself or I'm going to laugh. My teacher slut got fired by a poor guy like him. How laughable is it when I think about it. I take Emie's hand and lead her on the gray or black sofa, finally very dirty, on which we sit down after covering her with a sheet.
John is lost. He hesitates to sit on his own chair covered with crumbs of non-identifiable food but finally succeeds. "John, the little girl next to me don't remember who is she?"
She pinches me the ugly beast. John looks closely at Emie and shakes his head. "Miss, I'm afraid there is an error on the person. You must have after my brother who probably had violated the chastity of this sublime young miss. For my part, I do not touch children. I can give you his address if you wish. He is under judicial control, is under house arrest. So I can tell you with certainty that you will find him at home. "
What an abject man. He sells his own brother who it's true is a filthy bastard to guarantee his own little security. That's the man I was so afraid of? He has no courage. Except from hitting his two little daughters, he never had the courage to fight. What a joke that does not really make me want to laugh. "No John it's you we were looking for. More precisely it was she who wanted to see you, I had no desire and what I see before me confirms this choice. You are pitiful. I take off my hat and my glasses. Do you recognize me now and recognize her? "
He jumps and breathes faster. "Of course, I saw you in magazines and ..."
"And we leave."
Emie cries certainly by the fault of this man who will not know how to recognize it. It is true that she is very beautiful, very tall and that she has changed a lot, but he is her father. He should recognize the fruit of his flesh. But no. He does not know who she is, and it is probable that in the face of this fact, she could not bear to notice this sad reality. He knew how to beat her, but to recognize her, he can not. For my part, I do not want to stay here. To exit this place is the best choice we have left.
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We have just changed direction because, against all odds, Emie wants us to visit our spawner. She does not really want to talk to him, but would like to see him again to make sure he is in good health. After two phone calls, I'm going to a small town next to Sandville to find a man we have not seen for six years. He is no longer our father, he is no longer even our family. He is nothing and yet she still wants to see him? Why not, I would also like to see with my own eyes what this man has become after all these years of silence. However, I personally have nothing to say to him. The last ten kilometers, my car slows down and when a black Pontiac joins our car, I increase my speed again. Mastiff 1 and 2 are from the trip but we had to find them in front of my mother's institute. I have no confidence in this man from where my request asking them to be present when we meet him, finally, if he is at home. Seeing this road that I know so well in me so much nostalgia that I struggle to contain a tear. It was hell here, but on this road the nights spent with my friends were memorable. Friends? Those you love forget you so quickly and betray you so easily that I trust only the woman I love. Only Jenna deserves this precious gift. All others will never have it. Emie lost it and will not get it back. Selena sold me and I will one day listen to his explanation because her sms annoy me. My friends threw me as soon as I left Sandville. When to others, I do not care. "Emie do not eat your nails. For information, it's your choice to see this man, calm down. "2 Miles. Another 2 miles and we will know if the one who terrorized us is in his home. That this neighborhood is pitiful. Actually no. It is a normal neighborhood as we find everywhere I believe. It seems to me. But it's so ugly that I want to spit on every house. It's here. "My baby, are you ready?" Pfff, she is paralyzed by fear.
The garden is poorly maintained. I wonder if he is still with this bitch teacher. The mastiffs are out of the car and arrive. "Come on my heart. Give me your hand if it can help you but do not rest your ass like a statue."
Finally she gets up. We can start moving forward. "Lisa, everyone is watching us."
It is true. "It's normal, two beautiful girls, a beautiful car and two giants, we do not go unnoticed. I'll let you ring."
Tense Emie rings and rushes behind me like when we were small. Some things will never change even though time passes. A door slams inside the house. A cry asking "Who it is" make me tremble but I do not answer. Hearing this voice my heart accelerates dramatically. I thought I was ready and that seeing him would not be a problem for me, but his voice was enough to make me panic. Calm down Lisa. Do like when you're facing a camera or a video camera, relativize and everything will be fine. I hear swear words coming from the other side of the door and when she opens I see a man who is much older than in my memories. I'm wearing my hat and my sunglasses, he probably does not recognize me and he can not see Emie who hiding behind me. After looking at me carefully, his gaze focuses on the mastiffs just behind me. I do not know what he thinks, I never understood but I understand that he is afraid. Are you afraid for that? You do not know what it means to be six years old, to squat in a corner of your room, to cry in silence lest you hear and come back to beat us. You do not know what it means to go to school covered with blows. You do not know how much it is painful to see
your little sister who fall back with her lip open, her nose pissing blood. You do not know what is about hoping for help that never comes because adults feel that interfering with others' problems will not do them any good. You know nothing. The terror inspired by her own father is worse than anything because she is omnipresent, she never leaves you and is right behind your door. So why are you afraid? Why this frightened look when the mastiffs are very calm?
He's looking at me again. He is confused. "Who are you?"
It is true that with this equipment to recognize me is difficult. "How should I call you? Let's go with your name. John, do not you let us in your hovel? We can talk here, but I have been used to luxury for some time and this shabby garden is unworthy of me."
As Emie clings my tee-shirt, John walks away from the door and lets us in. I never came here. When Emie wanted to see him and I accompanied him because she was too small to take the bus alone, he never let us in. The house of my mother is very close, less than 2 miles but we never saw each other again. The interior is worthy of the man of my memories. A can of empty beer adorns the dresser at the entrance. Shoes and bottles strew the ground. The tapestries are torn everywhere but especially a smell of piss jumps to my nostrils. What a hog he has not changed since all these years. In the living room, I smile excessively in front of a photo with a date on it. 03/12/1016 Boston with Mona. I have to stop myself or I'm going to laugh. My teacher slut got fired by a poor guy like him. How laughable is it when I think about it. I take Emie's hand and lead her on the gray or black sofa, finally very dirty, on which we sit down after covering her with a sheet.
John is lost. He hesitates to sit on his own chair covered with crumbs of non-identifiable food but finally succeeds. "John, the little girl next to me don't remember who is she?"
She pinches me the ugly beast. John looks closely at Emie and shakes his head. "Miss, I'm afraid there is an error on the person. You must have after my brother who probably had violated the chastity of this sublime young miss. For my part, I do not touch children. I can give you his address if you wish. He is under judicial control, is under house arrest. So I can tell you with certainty that you will find him at home. "
What an abject man. He sells his own brother who it's true is a filthy bastard to guarantee his own little security. That's the man I was so afraid of? He has no courage. Except from hitting his two little daughters, he never had the courage to fight. What a joke that does not really make me want to laugh. "No John it's you we were looking for. More precisely it was she who wanted to see you, I had no desire and what I see before me confirms this choice. You are pitiful. I take off my hat and my glasses. Do you recognize me now and recognize her? "
He jumps and breathes faster. "Of course, I saw you in magazines and ..."
"And we leave."
Emie cries certainly by the fault of this man who will not know how to recognize it. It is true that she is very beautiful, very tall and that she has changed a lot, but he is her father. He should recognize the fruit of his flesh. But no. He does not know who she is, and it is probable that in the face of this fact, she could not bear to notice this sad reality. He knew how to beat her, but to recognize her, he can not. For my part, I do not want to stay here. To exit this place is the best choice we have left.
We have just changed direction because, against all odds, Emie wants us to visit our spawner. She does not really want to talk to him, but would like to see him again to make sure he is in good health. After two phone calls, I'm going to a small town next to Sandville to find a man we have not seen for six years. He is no longer our father, he is no longer even our family. He is nothing and yet she still wants to see him? Why not, I would also like to see with my own eyes what this man has become after all these years of silence. However, I personally have nothing to say to him. The last ten kilometers, my car slows down and when a black Pontiac joins our car, I increase my speed again. Mastiff 1 and 2 are from the trip but we had to find them in front of my mother's institute. I have no confidence in this man from where my request asking them to be present when we meet him, finally, if he is at home. Seeing this road that I know so well in me so much nostalgia that I struggle to contain a tear. It was hell here, but on this road the nights spent with my friends were memorable. Friends? Those you love forget you so quickly and betray you so easily that I trust only the woman I love. Only Jenna deserves this precious gift. All others will never have it. Emie lost it and will not get it back. Selena sold me and I will one day listen to his explanation because her sms annoy me. My friends threw me as soon as I left Sandville. When to others, I do not care. "Emie do not eat your nails. For information, it's your choice to see this man, calm down. "2 Miles. Another 2 miles and we will know if the one who terrorized us is in his home. That this neighborhood is pitiful. Actually no. It is a normal neighborhood as we find everywhere I believe. It seems to me. But it's so ugly that I want to spit on every house. It's here. "My baby, are you ready?" Pfff, she is paralyzed by fear.The garden is poorly maintained. I wonder if he is still with this bitch teacher. The mastiffs are out of the car and arrive. "Come on my heart. Give me your hand if it can help you but do not rest your ass like a statue."Finally she gets up. We can start moving forward. "Lisa, everyone is watching us."It is true. "It's normal, two beautiful girls, a beautiful car and two giants, we do not go unnoticed. I'll let you ring."Tense Emie rings and rushes behind me like when we were small. Some things will never change even though time passes. A door slams inside the house. A cry asking "Who it is" make me tremble but I do not answer. Hearing this voice my heart accelerates dramatically. I thought I was ready and that seeing him would not be a problem for me, but his voice was enough to make me panic. Calm down Lisa. Do like when you're facing a camera or a video camera, relativize and everything will be fine. I hear swear words coming from the other side of the door and when she opens I see a man who is much older than in my memories. I'm wearing my hat and my sunglasses, he probably does not recognize me and he can not see Emie who hiding behind me. After looking at me carefully, his gaze focuses on the mastiffs just behind me. I do not know what he thinks, I never understood but I understand that he is afraid. Are you afraid for that? You do not know what it means to be six years old, to squat in a corner of your room, to cry in silence lest you hear and come back to beat us. You do not know what it means to go to school covered with blows. You do not know how much it is painful to seeyour little sister who fall back with her lip open, her nose pissing blood. You do not know what is about hoping for help that never comes because adults feel that interfering with others' problems will not do them any good. You know nothing. The terror inspired by her own father is worse than anything because she is omnipresent, she never leaves you and is right behind your door. So why are you afraid? Why this frightened look when the mastiffs are very calm?He's looking at me again. He is confused. "Who are you?"It is true that with this equipment to recognize me is difficult. "How should I call you? Let's go with your name. John, do not you let us in your hovel? We can talk here, but I have been used to luxury for some time and this shabby garden is unworthy of me."As Emie clings my tee-shirt, John walks away from the door and lets us in. I never came here. When Emie wanted to see him and I accompanied him because she was too small to take the bus alone, he never let us in. The house of my mother is very close, less than 2 miles but we never saw each other again. The interior is worthy of the man of my memories. A can of empty beer adorns the dresser at the entrance. Shoes and bottles strew the ground. The tapestries are torn everywhere but especially a smell of piss jumps to my nostrils. What a hog he has not changed since all these years. In the living room, I smile excessively in front of a photo with a date on it. 03/12/1016 Boston with Mona. I have to stop myself or I'm going to laugh. My teacher slut got fired by a poor guy like him. How laughable is it when I think about it. I take Emie's hand and lead her on the gray or black sofa, finally very dirty, on which we sit down after covering her with a sheet.John is lost. He hesitates to sit on his own chair covered with crumbs of non-identifiable food but finally succeeds. "John, the little girl next to me don't remember who is she?"She pinches me the ugly beast. John looks closely at Emie and shakes his head. "Miss, I'm afraid there is an error on the person. You must have after my brother who probably had violated the chastity of this sublime young miss. For my part, I do not touch children. I can give you his address if you wish. He is under judicial control, is under house arrest. So I can tell you with certainty that you will find him at home. "What an abject man. He sells his own brother who it's true is a filthy bastard to guarantee his own little security. That's the man I was so afraid of? He has no courage. Except from hitting his two little daughters, he never had the courage to fight. What a joke that does not really make me want to laugh. "No John it's you we were looking for. More precisely it was she who wanted to see you, I had no desire and what I see before me confirms this choice. You are pitiful. I take off my hat and my glasses. Do you recognize me now and recognize her? "He jumps and breathes faster. "Of course, I saw you in magazines and ...""And we leave."Emie cries certainly by the fault of this man who will not know how to recognize it. It is true that she is very beautiful, very tall and that she has changed a lot, but he is her father. He should recognize the fruit of his flesh. But no. He does not know who she is, and it is probable that in the face of this fact, she could not bear to notice this sad reality. He knew how to beat her, but to recognize her, he can not. For my part, I do not want to stay here. To exit this place is the best choice we have left.
