Mixte-1963(2)

5: ses cheveux...

JOSEPH POV

A fucking eye I lost for her, all because....she couldn't take a joke.
It's not even my fault, her brother is the one who did all this, his brother is the problem, maybe if he didn't hit me, I'm saying maybe, me and the meddler could've had a few experiences. Nothing serious, I know the European Petit, they are crazy, hungry, starved, some girls are actually cute and normal but were in the France of 1964, the 1963 was a harsh year.
This year I'm gonna make her suffer just like her brother did to me.
Me and my friend made a path: I need to make her fall in love with me, then leave her, telling her I never loved her.

She's...beautiful I think, but not worth my sight.
Because every time I looked at her, I looked what I lost.
Is it worth it to feel good a little bit even though you know you'd feel overwhelmed after?

Gisele Saibani was the only girl who I first thought was extremely gorgeous, like, everyone looks at her when she walks, everyone is mesmerized by her gaze, by her face, by her legs, her chest, and everything. I never said that out loud, because for me she's not all that.

Michelle, she's the other woman, but something after I lost half of my sight, something started making me nervous around her, maybe because of her brother or maybe because I adress her to: danger, ride or die, blood.
She's the danger and I'm the victim.

Take me back to the last time I saw you so I can tell you how much my mind hates you and how much my only eye search's for you everywhere and every time.

I love filo, filosofie.
Because...I can express everything without saying anything.

For example: you could see only your pain but even without sight I could see you didn't care enough to apologize.

<<I don't wanna go>> I say to my mom facing her while I see her face becoming worried.

<<Joseph....my good looking boy, why are you saying that?>> my mom, she started calling me good looking, beautiful and all this things only when I lost my eye, never heard of this compliment never before.

<<Maybe I should start working...>> there's a high probability I'll likely start to actually do that.

<<Go to school, tomorrow will be better>>

<<But what if it's not?>> what if I start thinking about that day, that moment, where the blood covered the floors and my screams filled the room scaring even myself, but the worst came after.

<<Then I'll say it to you again tomorrow, because it might be. You never know, right? At some point, tomorrow will be better>> she's right.

Michelle, she still keeps coming to my head, like a thief ready to steal my time, because my brain lately has spent A LOT of time thinking about that little meddler.
Now my game, my rule.
I'm gonna make her life a living hell, her brother is not gonna find out, it has to be all in her head, like that one time I whispered under her window something like "I love you" or I don't know, what were she gonna do? Tell her brother? Absolutely not.

I prepare myself and as soon as I step out of my house, just a little bit far away, I take out a cigarette and start to smoke with the vibrant taste of the nicotine that goes straight to my head while it passes through my throat keeping me awake.

JEAN-PIERRE POV

Joseph did that. He did only one thing, the only one that helped my little sister.
I threatened him, that's the truth, but it worked.
He came to our house and started discussing formally about education and things like that, I was in the other room, I could hear ANYTHING, even their breaths.
He was failing, in a miserable way, but then, all of a sudden, when the situation started to feel unreal (in fact, my dad would've never believed him after the discovery he let them know, the one about Michelle and Laubrac, me and...Simone.)
My dad was ready to kick him out of the house when Descampes yelled "I'll communicate to you everything she does at school, I'll threat the guys to not come closer to her!"