You changed my life [Rammstein]

Chapter 06: After the shock

EMIL POV (continued):


I don't know if I should tell her but I bite my wrist and force myself to let go of the piece but in a way to avoid getting punished.


-You don't... feel any pain? In your lower abdomen? Between your thighs?


Jim touches both places I just mentioned, but no pain grin appears on her sweet face slightly scarred.


-No pain, Emi... but what's supposed to hurt me?

-I- I did a terrible thing to you yesterday, I have r- raped you under the influence of alcohol. I start but add again: I swear, I didn't want to hurt you...


The girl falls on the chair, next to the one where I was sitting, and puts her hands over her mouth to block the scream that threatens to get out. She looks at me with eyes full of tears and a moment later, warm waters flow down her cheeks.


My eyes sting in my turn, I sit on the empty chair and let my tears of rage, against myself, sink. I didn't want to hurt her but she pushed my nerves away.


I continue to pour tears of rage until I feel a hand laid gently on my shoulder, I raise my head and face the girl.


-Jimaima... I beg you... I mutter between my tears. Forgive me...


JIMAIMA POV:


I wake with a start, my whole body hurts me, as if I just got hit by a train. I sit up but a pain in the back makes me wince.


I inspect the scene and notice that where I am seems, more or less, a room. It's in complete mess, the large wardrobe which extends along the wall to the left is open and the clothes are upside down and even spread on the ground.


-This room needs a shot of order. I say to myself, touching the bandage around my thigh.


I approach the window and look outside, I realize I'm in a house in the middle of the woods. I rub my head and try to remember the cause of my presence here but I meet a wall in front of my memories.


-I lost memory?


A step outside the room and find myself in front of a wooden staircase that I take to go down. Once down, I notice a boy who is preparing his dinner on the stove.


A discussion begins between us and I ask him questions to know who he is, where I am and the cause of my kidnap. But when he answers, I feel the earth shaking under my feet.


-Jimaima... I beg you... He mumbles between his tears. Forgive me...


I don't know if I have to forgive him or not...


I sit on my knees and look at the boy right in the eye. My face is a few centimeters from his and I feel him about to kiss me but I quickly rise up.


-Do you have, by chance, clothes to lend me? I have to take a bath to remove this horror that is stuck to my body.

-Yes, follow me I'll find you something useful. He says, getting up and wiping his tears.


We go upstairs and to his room. I sit on the bed and look at him as he rummages in the cupboard, in this moment, I notice a part of the frame under the bed.


I bend and pull it then wipe the dust that covers it. A photo is attached thereto, it represents a man that circles his arms around the shoulders of a teenager.


-Emi who are these two in this photo? I ask, curious to know.


Emile turns to me and looks to the frame I'm holding my hands but makes no sudden movements, he joins me all simply.


-He's my younger brother. He says, pointing the teenager. With a friend of him, I think.

-The oldest seems familiar to me, like I saw him before, but I don't remember where.

-Ok... here, I have found this in all this mess; pants and a polo. I think it's perfect.

-Thanks, where's the bathroom?

-Just next to this room. He begins, rising, then adds: I let you here, I'll go to set the table.


After a good hot shower, I put my clothes and tie my hair. I leave the room and go in search of the brown.


-Dinner is served, you can come eat. Says Emil.


I look at the table next to what he stands then join him and take place in front of him. He serves us potatoes and meat with two glasses of red wine.


-Good appetite, Jim. He says with a weak smile.

-You too, Emil. I say in my turn.


I take a fork and begin to eat potatoes but soon stop and stir the meat.


-What's it like meat? I ask by pricking the piece with the tip of the knife.

-Roast beef, why? He asks, worried.

-Never mind... I respond, starting to eat. Forget it.


After dinner, I let the brunette do the dishes and go to his room to put it in order. I set to work and put all in order, I come across various things like novels and pictures but I don't touch anything.


When I go back down to the first floor, I found the brown sitting on a sofa in the living room, zapping channels without being interested in something.


-I tidied the room. I say, sitting down on the other sofa.

-It's nice from you, thank you.


Emil continues to zap, lacing, so I remove the remote from his hand and zap on a channel of horror movies.


-It'll be good to make you scared. I say mockingly.

-Ok... Is all he says.


We watch the film in silence and I have a lot of fun, seeing him jumping of fear on several occasions. Then he finally lets go in the arms of Morpheus.


It's true that I have to be angry against him for what he has done to me but I'm just here watching him while he sleeps on the sofa...

to be continued...