1. The Last Flight. Chapter 22


    Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    something,” she began, staring anxiously at each of their faces. They both, now, looked apprehensive but didn't interrupt. The atmosphere was so tense, suddenly, that I felt as though I could cut it with a knife. “As you know, Albert and I...” she paused, another deep breath. I looked at my dad but kept silent so as to not distract her but his face remained impassive, giving nothing away. She cleared her throat again. “..Albert and I have spent many hours together, trying, and succeeding I think...” she smiled at him, “...to unravel his tangled memories and thoughts.” Again she stopped and looked at each one of us in turn. I had never seen her so flustered and once again I began to worry that something was seriously wrong. My heart was almost stopping now, with only the adrenalin keeping it pounding with heavy thumps. Pascale cracked under the suspense. “Maman, please! What is wrong?” she pleaded. “Oh, Sweetheart, nothing is wrong,” Françoise smiled and then, almost instantly became serious again. “At least, I hope there isn't,” and turned again to my dad. “Well, then, what is it?” Pascale insisted. This prompted an even deeper breath from her mother who turned to face her again. “Albert and I have become close.” There was a stunned silence whilst the three of us took in the importance of what we just heard. I turned to my father. “Dad?” It was all I could manage. At the same moment both Pascale and Dominique gasped. “You mean...?, Pascale said. Françoise nodded. “Yes but we ...
    wanted to try to break it to you all before Karen goes home.” There was another momentary silence. I didn't know how to react. All I could think of was the way he treated my poor mother, the woman he was supposed to be so in love with! He looked at me, terrified now that I hadn't spoken. I imagined he had an idea about what I was thinking. “Karen?” “I, I don't know what to say, Dad, honestly I don't...” I was lost. I didn't know whether to be happy or angry. On the one hand he was telling me that he wanted to be with the one person who I regarded almost as my surrogate mum and I should be so happy but then, on the other, he had treated my real mum with such violence and contempt. The mum who looked after me and protected me until her untimely death. For a moment I wondered what the girls thought about their mother wanting to be with him. My mind was in a spin. I couldn't hear what they were now discussing because my own tormented thoughts were so loud in my head. All I could see were visions of my mum with bruises, my dad knocking me across the dining room table and him drinking, drinking, drinking... I was suddenly frightened, no, terrified that it was all going to come back and start again. I couldn't breathe and began to gasp for oxygen. “Karen, Karen!” I could hear voices as though through a mist, distant and vague. “Karen, breathe! Relax, sweetheart, breathe!” I felt sick but slowly, I began to breathe and realised that I was wringing my hands together unknowing. My dad ...
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