"Be careful," she sneered.
– the more you use me, the more space I'll take up and one day I'll….
...…..
Her voice no longer reached me, and gone, far away like her image, everything became blurry, far away… Far, far away… like a small wave washing up on the beach
– HHo!
Startled
– kkouf! kouf! kouf! kouf! kouf! kouf!
I began to cough violently, clutching my chest tightly; I felt as if I were drying out from the inside.
"Well," murmured François
Bring a glass of water to my lips
I grabbed the glass from her hands and the wood in one swift motion.
– ha~ thank you
– (That feels good)
I put the glass down before I even realized where I was.
How did I get back to my room?
François stared at me with his usual neutral expression, slumped in my chair, arms crossed over his chest; he seemed very angry.
– How and why did you get into this state?
I bring my hand to my mouth, an old tickle, I slide it from my mouth to the nape of my neck-
– aïe !
Removing my fingers,
The back of my neck felt a tightness and a sharp pain shot through to the tips of my lips.
"I fought," I said curtly.
– hérèse ….
François sighed, perhaps unconvinced.
The posture even more upright
"I swear, nobody touched me, I'm the one who hit him," I asserted, head held high.
"I hope so," he breathed.
He stood up, patted me on the shoulder, and murmured
– Your mother is coming home tonight
- WHAT !
The pupil dilates
"Go take a shower and wash off all that blood," François ordered.
– Come upstairs so I can treat the wound
Then he turned around, clasped his hands behind his back, and left my room.
- shit
I murmured
Bending over on my knees, my fingers rubbing the patches of blood stuck in my hair
– (It's barely been a month, and she always comes home at the worst possible time)
I jumped out of bed, reluctantly took off my clothes and rushed into the shower.
The bathroom ended up stained with blood, a real crime scene
– a small tear and all that blood, tsh!
I took out a blood-red towel over my head and got ready as simply as possible, barely taking the time to zip up my fly before getting on
– François?...
I will murmur at the foot of the stairs
Pulling again on my shirt
"I'm here," I breathed.
Finally raising my head after properly putting on my shirt.
He was waiting for me, sitting on one of the chairs, a black box placed on the table.
When he saw me, he stood up and pulled up a chair for me.
"Come," he said.
Inviting me, with a simple gesture, to sit down
I dried my hair one last time, placed the red napkin on the table and took my seat.
He first put on gloves before sliding his fingers into my hair and stopped
"Why did you fight?" he blurted out.
Silence
He and I had stopped
I ask for a full minute of reflection on the matter.
How did this happen?
The wind was blowing very pleasantly this evening.
I had never paid attention to it before, this house has some very nice corners.
But the situation was very strange.
His movements resumed despite my silence; he lifted my locks, one after the other, drawing closer until-
– Ouch!
Until he reached the wound, he continued in silence, taking cotton and a small black bottle.
– ( aah~)
It has begun.
The burning sensation was becoming less and less bearable, making me grip the chair tightly and squint.
"Hérèse ," murmured Francis
– Okay, I cut in
– but I don't remember anymore… I don't know why I fought…
Pause
– a stupid reason… As always, I'd say
Before turning around to face him
– Are you going to tell mother?
I questioned him
He looked me in the eyes and asked me
– What do you think I will do?
"Do you believe me?" I continued.
He turned me around in the chair and took a bandage from the box.
"Finding a reason for tomorrow," he concluded, patted me on the shoulder, and freed my head.
My whole class was there... The teacher asked to see my parents. Tomorrow, he was injured... he was bleeding from the nose a lot.
I was saying, a little disorganized.
His gaze lost in the horizon
AREA
A long beam of light dazzles us, leaving us focused on the heart of the matter.
A black car with tinted windows entered the house and parked at the foot of my balcony.
The driver got out and ran to pull the door, an almost familiar figure when leaving, and entered in a complete grey suit.
François clicked the box and took it
"Don't give him any water ? ," he suggested.
I just grab the towel and turn on my heel before him
"She can manage, after all it's 'her home,'" I spat bitterly.
I rush down the stairs and back to my room, throwing myself onto the bed and listening to the commotion in the distance.
- I'm tired