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ONE: After the Accident

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ONE: After the Accident

"OF COURSE, Mrs. Quint," was all that she could say after receiving a call from her father's wife then the old woman hanged up.

"Huh..." she sighed, the happenings were just too many ways too hard and fast for her she don't think she could handle one more pain in the ass.

Just couple of minutes earlier she was battling with the coffee machine which was not so cooperating in the middle of their hot hour and consequently to her intolerable headache. And now she was about to deal with the nervousness she was feeling after that call.

"What does she need from me?" she had said her question out loud absentmindedly and then moved to go back to work even if it was still her shift for break.

That's what she do, push herself to work the hardest if she need to keep her mind thinking those thoughts that were making her reduce to ashes.

AFTERNOON the following day just before the moon could take over the sun's place Mrs. Quint arrived at Buzz & Tickle, the coffee and pastry shop where Chrysanthe was working for to finally clear up the conversation she started on the phone the previous night.

Catching a glance of a familiar face Chrysanthe immediately asked for a favor of her co-worker to stand on her place and wiped her hands on her apron then walked towards the old woman who was waiting for her in a nearby table.

It took her few moments to finally catch few words to say, "Um...hi," she choked out

"Have a seat, Chrysanthe," Mrs. Quint said while gesturing the chair in front of her.

She wasn't sure if she had seen it right that the old woman's hand was really shaking or it was just her imagination.

After placing herself stiffly on the chair she was about to speak and ask what was up when Mrs. Quint voluntarily began giving answers.

"You know that I don't look at you as my husband's mistake. That I know it wasn't your fault and that you're an innocent, sweet and kind child. But I'm sorry, dear, I am a mother and all I want are things that will give my son peace of mind and everything that will do him better.

"I-I need you to walk out of our lives to make it easy for all of us. I'm sorry, Chrysanthe. I'm so sorry. I really am." The old woman spilled without letting her utter a word or at least blow out some air, yet agonizingly. While she was there in front of her having difficulty in breathing and in absorbing what she just heard that suddenly she felt like any moment tears will start to flow down from her eyes.

She didn't want to admit it. Of course she was hurt, showing it even without trying will hurt her and saying it out loud will get the only thing that she was left with.

Ever since her father's time had come it was only them who she could claim her family though she knew too well that they couldn't do the same for her or at least just on her brother's part.

All smart and being used to be just by herself the other part of her shouted, "Oh c'mon, nothing's gonna change if you drown yourself in dread, so go get your butt off the ground and start kicking for your dear life, chica".

She was about to go back to shift when she noticed something on the table, a book, something like a journal.

"This must be hers!" she said then hurried to the shop's door hoping that she could still catch up with the old woman.

"Mrs. Quint, wait! Your book!" she said half running, half walking, but the old woman was paying no attention. Chrysanthe continued on following her and then fear suddenly came to her.