The Triple Hybrid

Chapter 32 - Memories and Problems

        The next ten days everything had been calm. I had ‘visits’ from my friends on Skype every day, they told me all the latest news, all the things I wasn’t there to see.

        The conversations with my mother by phone every night at nine-thirty.

        Every night, if I didn’t talk to Liam, also by Skype or phone, I always got a message saying "I love you princess." It was so good to read that.

        When the night came, every days, I thought in very long periods of time, as it passed so quickly without people notice. “Twelve days… just missing fifty-two days to see what is now mine.” I thought, this was my last thought every single night, but the days changed.

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         On the thirteenth day, I felt some headaches, as if the witches continued to try to see my memories, dig deep memories that I no longer wanted to see, but that day plagued my vision.

There were many small memories, but the one that kept my attention was when I was taking milk from the fridge, envisioned a scene that had happened with my father and I, also included milk.

        It took place when I was about five years. My daddy was doing us a small snack. He opened a package of my favorite biscuits, biscuits made of chocolate and from refrigerator, took out the milk and put it on the table to open the package, but inadvertently dropped it in the middle of the floor, milk was everywhere... his trousers which had been washed and starched, twenty minutes before, were already dirty and my father hadn’t left for the meeting that he would have. My blonde hair was, in some parts, wet and ‘glued’ to the face, the refrigerator was ‘dotted’ because of the milk, the whole floor was wet, our clothes, even the table legs.

We laughed a lot during the next five minutes, but when the Sheriff came to the door and noticed the mess, she didn’t scold the two of us because she just smiled when we explain what had happened."

 

 

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        I was thinking at that moment.

        It was my fourteenth day of sixty-four days.

        I started to think about it all the time.

        Just missing fifty days...

        Would I be prepared?

        How would it be?

        I was afraid...

        I was afraid of what might happen, I was so afraid of the improbable, I was so afraid of unimaginable, I was so afraid of everything that makes me afraid, not to mention the fear itself.

What unnerved me most in this whole process was that I didn’t have many company for most of the day.

        Klaus would go to Marcel, trying to gain his confidence, to one day have power over everything that Marcel had. I kept trying to talk him out of this idea, I really didn’t like the idea of ​​him walking around, fighting for a city... But everything I tried so far didn’t affect him.