first thing I did was to see her hug Rachel. I was dying to ask first what had happened, but it contained: he felt the displacement of curiosity at that time. I hugged her a bit lengthy, in which she cried so hard I thought it would not stop. When did I took the keys, opened the door and into the elevator she kept crying and I grabbed his little hand. Thinking that a lift could be the scene of lust or pity, just a few hours away.
I did go and sit. Prepared coffee me vanilla tea with her. I remembered that he liked the vanilla. In any form. Her perfume smelled too vanilla. And she started taking these teas and even though I reminded her I loved her smell.
I asked him if he wanted to talk, now that I did not cry. I said no, almost, but not going to leave me in doubt.
- Sebas saw me with a high school friend in a cafe and he just flipped. I was telling him he was going to be a mom and wanted to be the godfather when I baptize. Sebastian does not know yet. He did not know, flash and took me there and took me home and hit me. And then it was, do not know where, I said nothing. Re was hot ....
- che Congratulations!
- perdonáss one ... I
- No no, I mean, being a mom.
- Ah yes. But I'm not having it now.
- Do you want to have?
- Si.
- Then Tenel.
- Sebas But hit me ...
- ; Yes, but that has nothing to do, if you want to have, Tenel, last return to your old house but do not pay you and your baby by him.
- is true.
- And the coup he intended to do?
- Em, makeup, hahaha.
- Hahaha, silly. Seriously I say ...
- I do not know, I talk to him.
- But you're aware that ...
- If yes, I know, not healthy and behaved badly and that can that hits me again. So I thought of the baby.
- Well, you drive it, I feel that I can get, but should not make a complaint?
- And you from when advised to go to the cops?
- Haha, that's right, I hate the cops, but do not know what to say.
- What's the point? To read "the beaten to death but had complaints in the jail".
- Look how they change, chick ...
- Haha, I got from you ... - I just smiled.
- What couples therapy?
- Phew cana, therapy! What's next, telling me that you're getting married?
- No, baby, I see you, bruises and the only thing that matters now is to get help ...
- Well. Let me think.
- Is not gonna tell your folks, right?
- Not now.
- Will you clarify your friend and baby?
- If it becomes more tranqui.
- right.
grabbed a blue fibrón which was handy on a whiteboard. I started drawing the face. With the bruise I made a panda bear as she exaggerated what hurt him the bruise. I brought a mirror and saw him and laughed. I grabbed his arm and drew me a house. I never knew do more than this cottage garden said. No matter, I replied. We talked about silly things, I recommended a book and he washed his face and left. was getting late and I want more hits, lol. never understood the strength to laugh at such moments, but hey, maybe it was his way of coping. I accompanied her to the bottom and go to the corner saw and raise his hand for a taxi. I came home and smelled of vanilla and the smell and did not hurt, no, at least, as before.
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