Metallica, "Mama Said"
Ta-dah! He had not thought too much, eh? But here I am! I had to make me forgive the delay of the latest updates ^ ^ ... Good read, PIPOL!
[PS: it is also one of the updates as long .. O_o poor you XD]
Sam had opened his eyes to seven in the morning, after nearly twelve hours of uninterrupted sleep. Sitting in the kitchen to taste a slice of raspberry pie prepared by her grandmother the day before, the child looked back obsessively to the scene of the previous afternoon - the mother who attacked Jewel, Jewel her - until a surge of anger shook the adult does not the chest, leaving him breathless. The images were reminded of the vivid and pitiless.
Grace The words spoken by only a few days before on the tone of those who allow replies the echoing in his ears: "Do not you dare to put words to that band of criminals who have just arrived in the country. Do not look at either. Avoid any contact, those are thieves and murderers, dangerous people - ah, if your father were here ... "- and here the beautiful Grace had left wet eyes from tears, reflecting the copious down her cheeks only to appoint Patrick. This time Sam s'impietosì. If there was still the father, that father cold and brutal terrorizing his friends, the only thing that Sammy would have received from him were two or three old-style strap on the back, inflicted in the absence of the mother. He shuddered. To hell with cake.
Horrified, he ran in the room rushed to the wooden cabinet in which he placed his mother's wardrobe small. Sam wanted to apologize in person, check his princess was comfortable, close embrace. He put his beloved denim overalls over a shirt and closed with any force the drawer.
arrived at without worrying about not making any noise. Would not have stopped anyway. In the silence of a strange house asleep, although the sun was already high from a couple of hours, Samuel opened the door and ran away.
Grace lying on her bed, twisting and turning between the sheets immaculate. He tried to tighten the eyes stronger, but to no avail: the image of Rain continues to dance in front of poison, trying in vain to turn into a dream indescribable. Torn by a vague and fuzzy sense of guilt, the woman was soon up and ready to atone, groped decided to bury those immortal moments in the depths of the soul. The Phantom of the violent husband seemed to haunt her again, threatening dire punishment.
looked out into the corridor unnaturally silent, remembering that it did not cross any of his loved ones when the night before , ran to his room drunk and not running away from love, and there appear May. Still in her nightgown, her mother looked affectionate, crossed the floor and sat on the carpet, like a girl. The motioned to sit next to her, reassuring.
"Tell us," he said quietly. And he added with a smile, reading in: "You know what they say here, no? Launch your heart forward and then corrigli behind. " Grace broke up. That time bomb of words, remorse, hopes, and repressed desires that had become suddenly exploded, pouring on the mother - a confidant, friend, ally always - the uncertainties and confusion that made her a slave. Finally, together, they gave a name to things. Finally someone had the courage to say loudly that Patrick was not the perfect man that she wanted to remember and mourn for the rest of his days. Grace was able to finally allow his feelings to bloom again, cool spring day on the dry ground of acrimonious and dried.
The two women, mother and daughter, sisters in indissoluble friendship, they embraced tightly. Joked about how he would be happy idea of Sammy invite this strange girl to spend the afternoon together. They thought the menu to set up, one day, during lunch with a hypothetical Rain. They smiled accomplices, after hours of confessions.
But, looking in vain Samuel little around the house while his grandfather Neil was still asleep, were soon destroyed by anxiety. It was clear to both that that must have happened. Before Grace, once again overwhelmed by larger events and rush her, could even react, however, May had already grabbed up the phone: knew exactly who to ask for help.
***
They giggled for a bit 'at the beginning - what was not given to understand. Nervously, however, like kids with stage fright. Moon was the most effective therapy that James could ever prescribe. They talked for a couple of hours, walking along the dirt roads that wandering at the edge of the village. Soon he seemed to have no more secrets with her. The uncommon beauty that had so impressed was not the only advantage of the extraordinary young Moon was in fact the rare gift of listening. Despite the apparent plea for help came from her, in fact, that with that "Take me away" had spread, soon the roles had reversed and was was James who, driven by inviting her silence, had begun to tell.
had retraced all together: the years of college, having been feeling a Daddy's boy and a little intellectual & rsquo ; nerd in the shadow of his brother's cool that the girls blew his nose, the most recent period of his life, in which a satisfactory job and loved could not fill the emotional void left by their parents prematurely disappeared and the continuous friction with Karl, prey silently guilt lethal.
long as she embraced him, suddenly. No dual purpose, however, it was a spontaneous and protective approach between two worlds apart and yet abysmally contained in the same path, under the same sky, on the same piece of land - for a few days or a few centuries, who knows.
Moon had then told him, hit by so close but still a bit 'distant, elusive, altered. He summed up quickly: a perpetually absent mother, charming and elusive cat dancer who went from man to man and mother had nothing, had been successfully replaced by expensive Aster, who welcomed her and her siblings with infinite affection.
Moon did not like to think back to his childhood years in which the vortex whirl of skirts and silky spicy aromas of his mother had set the pace of its abandonment lead to this sort of suffering from bulimia eater. This was not even her voice now. He reminded the other hand, indelible, long weeks of absence, in which she and Emi devoured by anxiety cuddled together the little Claude, who had a crib drawer. "The whole scene, my," he concluded. "I feel like a bitch for what I'm doing to my sister. And 'love lost Bal, the kind you saw at the camp, and I will not do it so exasperated by pure whim. When I do so hate me. I do not know to do is claim attention, seems to live only for that, "he added with a sigh and an unusual redness on the face.
James had to approach her, but she stepped back suddenly. "It's getting late, we risk Aster send that beast of Bal to find me. And then, I would not be in your shoes if you to meet again ... It 's a bit abusive at times, she tried to joke, obviously embarrassed. James could not completely understand, but let her go, respectful. "I hope to see you again soon. It 'a lot of time so that I could not open myself to someone, "she whispered. She greeted him with a smile ancient and vanished.
Karl was awakened by the sound of the key turning in the lock. Finding himself still living in that parchment, with broken bones bruised from the couch on which he had slept little and badly, jumped James agreed to talk to once and for all. But his brother, contrary to all his predictions, not denied. Indeed, the arm around her, beaming.
"What is it, Karl? Nightmares? I'm going out right now from a wonderful dream, but I do not understand much of us. I have a casino in the brown head ...", joked, still disoriented by the beautiful gypsy, and added: "Really, what's wrong? You look upset. " In response, Karl - Karl the steel, the surface Karl, the blowhard heartthrob party-hopper Karl - burst into tears.
front of a stunned James, the blond swimming instructor vented years of psychological repression in the blink of an eye, by feelings of guilt that led below the damn accident until all'inedita inability to maintain a stable relationship, or at least tie his. Then, after a torrent of words and confusing mess James felt that the word often used Kim, Karl expectations in an awkward silence that deridesse brother finally in a position of overwhelming superiority. This never happened.
James, with a bear paw full of affection and sympathy, she gave herself to him as he had never done. The heads collided, close as ever. "You know what my mother said once, talking about you?" James said with tenderness, while Karl bright eyes shining with hope. "At the time I did not understand - or I would not understand. Today I realize that. He told me that there is a proverb, in this beautiful sandy Arizona, that I should keep in mind all the days of my life: before you judge a man, walk a mile in his shoes. He said that our worst enemy at times, ourselves. Finally ... Finally, little brother, there you are. Without masks. "
***
Vivica and Juno had never had a bad relationship, reflected the girl staring at her plate. Neither could be said that they had never had a good, though. Simply, there was not, as it was mediated by an ultra-luxury pocket money from cliché. Being the only child of a pair of VIP to all intents and purposes had its undoubted merits, nothing to say to the little girl had never missed anything, it was surrounded by people ready to satisfy every whim from an early age . But something else also understood to have Vivi had a great need: nannies grow increasingly diverse, changing schools and friends constantly, feel closer to her parents on the phone or in person had not left his child without heart injury. The money, just to be trivial, certainly helped to make happy, but just could not create it from nothing. Live At times she found herself detest. So their mother-daughter relationship had no negative connotations, but not positive: it simply had not been able to develop much. More intense was the friendship between Vivi and her first credit card, so to speak.
Now then, to feel that Juno out of the blue trying to cross the road with her complicity, the sixteen year old was puzzled. Do not bother, it is clear: only puzzled. He bowed his head, considering the situation and the impending storm. Until a few days earlier he had hated his parents moved out to yet another program for more in the middle of nowhere, but now - Presas his revenge with strokes of hair dye leakage in short skirts - Vivica did not intend to get worse things. He knew well what would be the point of view of his father on Claude. His mother's hand could not fully anticipate the reaction, but probably all that sugar was a mere facade of convenience.
"So, sweetie. Tonight, at a ridiculous hour, I caught him sneaking back, unable to even remember to have you never given permission to leave. Me explain this? And then, if it's over with Chris, that super sexy look for who was it? ", Attacked Juno to play with a beaming smile from advertising toothpaste. This seemed to Vivica, to attend a show: the role that his mother was holding was a typical mother figure with a keen eye for gggiovani , comprehensive and available evidence to the contrary or change the script. The teenager decided to play the game. "You know mom, I met this guy ...", then began with all the paraphernalia of tremulous little voice and blushes.
The Mask of Juno fell to the ground. "When? Who speaks? How did you know, if the first time you put your nose out of here was his last night? Do you mind if I call your father a moment? Would you be more clear ...", his mother did everything in one go, adding only a "... treasure, please ? "Hissed between his teeth. Vivi smiled sadly to herself. "And here, ladies and gentlemen, the real Juno LaMar Hudson. There we are, "he thought, stopping in mid-air with a fork.
Part here now!
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