Passionate Trust - Fractured

Chapter 7 - Catherine

I took a deep breath and saw how Ryan looked at me with excitement in eyes. He looked like a little kid who could not wait to unpack his Christmas present. After all these years of sadness and grief, all the hours with the therapist, which did not help me. All the scars, it was time to confide in someone and see if he could understand me. He put his arm around me and I put my head on his shoulder:

"It all started when I was nine. My father was the heaviest alcoholic, he came home drunk every day. In the beginning, it was not so bad, he had the usual conditions. He struck me and my mother when we hid the bottles in front of him and beat around himself. But one day he lost his mind completely. He came home once again drunk, my sister and I were just in our room when we heard screams from below. When we stormed down we saw how our father had raped our mother. He had shut her up and held a knife under her throat. When he realized that we had been watching all the time, he smiled at us and said, "Do not worry, it will be your turn soon". We just stood there and watched as he released himself in her when he was done, he just left her lying on the floor and pulled out a pocket knife. It was like a nightmare that had become a reality. When he pulled the penknife out of our mother after the Final Sting, he approached us. But suddenly the house started to burn and he disappeared into the smoke. Years later, after the fire, we both got a tattoo of an angel wing with a skull on it and fire around it, on the opposite side from each others tattoo. Her wing was black and mine white. If you looked at us from the back, you could immediately see that we are sisters and it was underlined in this tattoo. Skye and I escaped together, but at the airport, our ways parted. She flew to France and I went to America. Since then we have never met again. Several years later, I was asked to come to Paris to pay the bail for Skye. She was jailed for being caught buying LSD from a drug dealer and having public intercourse with him. Since the incident with our father, we almost became prostitutes. But when I got her out of jail she was not the same person I once knew. She had tattoos on her arms, a belly button piercing and brown - colored hair. Her eyes were filled with hatred and contempt, she immediately shouted at me and asked me what I wanted. I tried to help her but she didn't want my help. A week later, she spooked me and tried to drive me over with a car. Of course, I didn't file a case on her. After that, I never heard from her again. "

That was too much, he looked at me shocked and I started to cry. Immediately he pressed me onto him and stroked my hair.

"It's not your fault. You have to be able to conclude with it, you must not blame yourself. Besides, you have me, I love you, I will not let you down. "

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