Be Alright (english)

Be alright

Time had passed since Lindsay asked to be a part of the police forces. She had been working relentlessly for precisely two years to get to her purpose. Jay had learnt her how to read and write. She had the basis. He only had to push her in the right direction. Lisel Meminger had learnt how to read with The guide of the grave digger, Erin had learnt with Through The Storm, Jay's favorite book. She would never have thought to a better story to learn. She saw herself in the author's words. Her will to discover the end of the book had made her improve really quickly. Jay had been particularly proud of her. He never stopped supporting her and lifting her spirits when she failed. He had believed – and still does – in her like nobody ever does. Without him, she would never have been able to move on with her life. He didn't ask for anything as compensation and that bothered her. She would have liked to return him the favor but wasn't able to. One day, she'd find a way and he wouldn't be able to refuse. Meanwhile, she kept on relying on him, trusting him absolutely.

In addition to her school education, he had to learn how to handle something new : her mother. When she learnt that her daughter's life had changed, Bunny suddenly found an interest in it. She did some researches and found Erin's new address. One day, while Erin was alone, Bunny burst in the flat and imposed. She went around and nosed about everywhere. Erin couldn't say anything. Bunny didn't find anything, nothing to judge. The flat almost seemed unreal to her eyes, too perfect for her. Then, Bunny lashed out on Erin. She put her down and mocked her sayong she didn't deserve all of this, that she'd better go back to the streets. Bunny was angry with her for leaving when she was younger and wanted her to make her pay by ruining her chances to get a bette life. Still weak after her assult, Erin broke down. Her mother took advantage of her vulnerability to break her. She wormed herself in the gap and enlarged it causing a lot of troubles. Lindsay fell apart and Bunny laid a hand on her. She didn't go further. Jay prevented her from doing so.

He had been particularly furious that day. If Bunny had been a suspect in a case, he probably wouldn't have hesitated to get his gun out of holster to point it on her head. Instead of this, he simply kicked her out theatening her to come to blows if she decided to come back in his flat or to lay a hand on Erin. Bunny only found as a repartee insults and bravado but Jay's dirty look was enough for dissuading her from acting stupidly. She cleared off, cursing him. Jay made sure she was gone before closing the door and going straight to Erin. He took her in his arms and reassured her on the fact that it would never happen again, that he would make sure of that. It look a long time for Erin to convince herself he would stick to his words and that Bunny would never come back to destroy her. For months, she expected her mother to come to the flat or to catch her in the street. Jay often stayed awake at night so he could intervene everytime a nightmare came to haunt her. He never knew the story behind this fear and the digust of her mother until Erin did an stress attack important enough to force Jay to take her to the doctor.

She had given in and accepted to talk to a specialist, only if Jay was there for the interviews. It bothered it on the moment but he couldn't refuse. If it was her only will to make her free from her demons, he didn't see any inconvenience. That's how he discovered little by little the real life of Erin Lindsay. There was a lot to say, to interpret. Progressively, he saw her being open, become more blooming, less fearful. He had kept on educate her, scholastically. She learnt fast. To read, to write, to count, to express herself, even to think by herself, he learnt her everything. A new Erin was being created over the weeks. When he felt she was ready, he had asked her if she wanted to take some self-defense lessons with him. To convince her, he had explained her that he would be an additional to her therapy, that she could unwind while learning how to defend herself against the danger of the streets. A part of him still saw her like a damsel in distress he needed to protect. He was struggling against that thought by making her an independant person. She really felt like she was evolving.