Chapter thirteen

-Do you want to tell me about your other nightmares? -Jeanne asks from the darkness, I have not said a word in at least five minutes since I finished telling my story with Victor. Always remembering has made me lousy, it makes me think about the bad decisions I made back then and that made me want to want to disappear from the earth ...

-Yes -I say in a small voice- I'm sorry to release all this information ...

-I do not care Emma- Jeanne says seriously but with a soft tone in her voice- I investigated your past without your consent, the least I can do is listen to your version of the story and ... support you, she says firmly and something inside it breaks me, this is the first time in a long time that someone took the time to understand and listen to me, I'm almost sure that Jeanne saw how my eyes shone despite the night.

`` Okay, '' I say with a shrug, `` when the police discovered Victor's body and the knife with his blood on my hands, they did not hesitate to arrest me and take me handcuffed to jail - I say with regret - in the eyes of the law, Victor was a good man who had his business, and I was the one who had ended his life for no reason. They gave me a lawyer because I couldn't afford one, at that age my only source of money was Victor, and with his death all of this ended. I decided to tell him about the history of abuse that Victor had committed against me, but that bad lawyer could do little and nothing, it was as if ... he didn't care what he was saying, as if it wasn't so terrible. Despite the incompetence of my lawyer, he managed to deny Víctor's past somewhat, I also had to tell him about his shady businesses and with that I was saved from not going to prison for 10 years, the judge was benevolent with me when I spoke to him about the possible violation and Victor's mistreatment ... but justice is never enough when it comes to protecting the victim of mistreatment, the judge spent 4 years in jail without the possibility of parole.

-That's extremely unfair- Jeanne spat- it was in self-defense, you suffered for years under his blows and then YOU ended up in jail, what kind of world do we live in?

-I know, I had four years to question all this, at first I felt anger, hatred, towards myself, towards Victor, towards justice ... but I did not have much time to feel that way, when I got to jail I found out that my mother had died of a heart attack months before Victor died, when they told me that I felt ... that my world was ending, there was no reason to continue, I had left everyone behind for a man who was the devil himself, and that had cost me losing the last moments with my mother alive ... I could never forgive myself, my father after learning that I killed Victor did not want to speak to me anymore, until today he does not recognize me as his daughter. And I can't blame him, I left them abandoned and I went to live my crazy life ... it was all my fault-I say shedding a tear.

-Your mother's death is not your fault Emma-Jeanne approached to position herself next to me on the sofa and grabbed one of my hands in hers- it was a fortuitous event that you couldn't avoid, you can't blame yourself like that, darling. ..

Despite feeling horribly bad, his words calmed me down, his encouragement and his closeness made my memories not so terrible and I appreciated that with all my heart.

-I spent 4 years in jail and the only thing I want every day was to die, there was another world, inside the jail there is a dark world, where the strong win and the weak follow the first. When I entered they had me as a servant several convicts, it was their new and good toy ... I was barely 21 years old and did not know anything about the world, less how to defend myself. I was at least a year under the abuse of other prisoners who took advantage of me to do their homework, to clean their clothes and bring them whatever they wanted. When I was already going to a year and a half in prison, one of my bosses women died after fighting with another convict, that helped me to free myself from her mistreatment and later I was no longer anyone's servant, from time to time they got violent with me, but it was already something he could bear. When I was already in my third year in prison, all I wanted was to die, to see the emptiness inside, the black man to take me with him ... I wanted to take my life from prison but I had no luck, a guard was able to find me in time and they revived me I don't remember much of it because then they referred me to a psychiatric clinic and there I was drugged all day, my last year in prison I spent in the clinic with other convicts, much crazier than me but at least they didn't hurt me.

-Emma ...

"Let me finish, please ..." I say with tears running down my cheeks. Jeanne nods and I take a breath to continue.

-When I got out of jail I had no one or anything, just the desire to want to die, which persisted despite all my psychiatric treatments. I slept on the street some nights until a kind man named Gael found me lying near his restaurant, maybe he was sorry but he offered me to be a waitress in his restaurant, that helped me to raise a little money to rent a room, and with Over the months and thanks to the tips I was able to save a little money, I felt slightly stronger at that time, I believed that life was finally smiling at me and at that time it was when I tattooed my phoenix-I pointed to the great bird tattooed on my neck- since I did it I felt stronger, more alive ... I endured for a year and a half as a waitress, saving a little money every day, when I thought everything was going well, everything collapsed ... One day I arrived at the restaurant early as usual, but I didn't find Gael anywhere, until I found him lying on the floor, dead ... There my life took a nosedive again, I cried Gael's death for a long time, with that I also lost my job and everything started to turning black again, I had just turned 26 and my life was in chaos, again. With the little money I had saved, I decided to change cities and come to live there, I wanted to start all over again ... but no one hired me, because of my background and my appearance, until one day I couldn't take it anymore and bought boxes of pills, had decided to die. But when I had them between my fingers, something told me that no, that I could not, I hesitated for days, until I finally decided to take them, a call on the phone prevented me, it was you, Mrs. Jeanne, offering me this job ...

When I turn to see Jeanne her eyes have small tears coming out, her mouth seemed to be lopsided and when I said the last sentence a tremor ran through her body.

-So ... you could have committed suicide but ...

"But I didn't," I said wiping my tears, "by fate I didn't do it ..." I said, staring into her eyes. Jeanne decided to stay in the same position, looking at every part of my face, from my nose to my lips. I did the same, her scent, her closeness, all of it made me want to throw myself into her arms and kiss her, but I didn't want to be so reckless.

We stood watching as some rays of light began to enter through the window. Jeanne raised her hand and with two of her fingers she ran over my cheek, I closed my eyes at her touch, so sweet and calm, then she went down to my chin. My lips began to tremble, from the cold or from the emotion he felt for what Jeanne was doing. When I opened my eyes Jeanne was only inches from my face, without hesitation she grabbed my chin and pulled me to her lips. It was a slow kiss, his mouth took time to discover mine, then his tongue and mine joined, dancing and causing my heart to beat even faster. Jeanne's lips were delicious, her kisses were hot and from one moment to another the heat began to rise up my waist, Jeanne stopped grabbing my chin to place her hand on my waist. His touch shook me but I loved it, let us get closer to his body while kisses level up.

Now we were two women kissing passionately and without any shame, Jeanne and I began to lie down little by little on the sofa, she was on me and did not leave my lips, I for my part decided to attract her more towards my body, we were lying down On the sofa, Jeanne was on me and I under her, with my hands I began to touch her back, I was caressing the most feared businesswoman in the country and she corresponded to me, I felt in heaven ...

Jeanne stopped our panting kiss, I did the same, her eyes were shining and her mouth was open breathing angrily. It did not take long for our lips to meet again, I let her do what he wanted with them, while continuing to join them with mine. We spent long minutes basing ourselves, squeezing each other, until my energies began to go and so did Jeanne's, we had both spent the whole night awake and now sleep enveloped us.

Jeanne leaned on my chest and with a last sigh fell under my noses, she had fallen asleep ... I didn't want to move, let alone stop watching her, but I was also very sleepy and Morpheus was calling me from the clouds, I fell asleep with a little smile on my face.

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