Betrayal
I decided to update anyway.
Although, like last time, no picture. TS
me is doing its damage and, in this period, for various reasons, I never find the time to put everything in place.
I hope that, even without pictures, you can enjoy the third chapter of my History Sim *-*
All of the following week I spent trying to contact Valerie, who did not answer and then forced me to do the monologues its secretariat. This did not discourage me. Since adolescence I had promised that no man would ever cracked one of my friends. It certainly would not renegade on my promises at the time. I decided to leave the house even though this was a great effort for me. J Since I had my heart broken again I was still holed up in the house. Answer rarely on the phone (and all the times that I hoped was that Valerie, moved to pity by my posts, had put aside pride to hear her best friend), I shop via the Internet for fear of encountering someone who might ask about on my disastrous love life and I denied me the bell. Having come to terms with my hair impettinabili after a week that did not touch the brush, grabbed his jacket and reached the door. Already mentally prepared myself to make her speech, the way they ask you to apologize and stop to do to defuse the tension if she came to be created.
But something changed my plans. Just as I was to go through the door home my sister's car parked in the street and came out a Cecilia destroyed.
crossed the street, head bowed to hide the tears that I discovered later. She wore her usual designer clothes and perfect, but my sixth sense told me that my sister had not come creeping up to my house to bring me good news. Any
was my schedule for the afternoon was officially canceled. At that moment I knew I had to dedicate myself exclusively to my sister who probably had much bigger problems than mine. Then I went back on my feet and made her sit in the living room where you dropped it on the couch, no forces.
*** Now I could distinctly hear her sobs. Tears ran on the face of China. Without asking me I sat down beside her. I could even hear the beat of his heart sped up. Her hair fell in disorder on his face streaked with tears and I realized at that moment as the one had, after all, needs the other.
"He hunted" drawled between sobs. M'irrigidii. I could not imagine Paul, so in love and devoted to her, driven from their home, built together for their future. Instead, it was successful. And I had to imagine. Perhaps, for him, knowing that Cecilia was carrying the child of another man was too unbearable. Unacceptable. It certainly was not acceptable for a man so tied to family values and honor their spouses.
At that moment I saw Cecilia the girl who was crying on my shoulder because the girlfriend had the most beautiful doll of her and the teenager who was crying on my lap when her boyfriend left her for the first goose of & rsquo ; other section. At the end of our relationship had been a seesaw of love-hate, but in difficult times, we had always been one o'clock for the other. ***
I placed my sister in my studio where I used the leather sofa bed temporary. It was not an excellent accommodation but at least he could sleep in a dignified manner. So much for the little they slept, she would have gone well even a chair.
I did not know that Cecilia was suffering from insomnia. It was probably the situation that kept her awake all night. He spent the nights on the couch in the living room, with a blanket on him, staring into space. I did not see in his eyes the liveliness of the past and this frightened me. It was as if the outlet that kept her in life was suddenly cut off. In fact I was trying to distract in any way possible, bringing it to go shopping (the activity at one time preferred over all) and making long walks into the main course as when we were little girls. I had even taken to the tennis club, where he once loved to spend her days with her friends to discuss the latest trends and gossip a bit 'on other women.
Nothing had pulled up with morals. Then one day, I asked cos'avesse. I was sick to see her spend her days at home staring at a wall and having to pretend that all was well. He looked at me "I'm afraid. Fear of not being up to " replied, muttering like children misbehave.
looked at her quizzically. "I'll never be a good mother, ever," he continued, touching his belly, which was now clearly visible.
*** I was surprised. He was really interested in that frugoletto that was growing inside. And his biggest concern now, the concern that did not make her sleep and eat was not to be a good mother. Cecilia finally saw great, finally an adult.
"will be an excellent mother," I said, stroking her belly. I smiled. Finally, someone had hung up the plug. And this made me extremely happy.
We spent the day flipping through books in search of a suitable name for the future baby. He should bring a big name. A name that you would remember in time. A name that would express the full importance of this monster was.
*** And then, at some point, when our co-existence was now doing well and our old disagreements had calmed me cars destroyed by itself.
"But Ceci" curious asked, "Who is the father of the child?"
The room fell into silence. I felt the palpitation of her heart increase and something told me it was not a good sign.
Then he opened his mouth and, from the depths of her body, came a guttural voice that uttered that name, your name.
"Jordan"
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