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The Last Flight. Chapter 22

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

and Françoise were either side of me, rubbing my back and encouraging me as, slowly, I stopped hyperventilating and began to breathe normally. My whole body tingled with excessive oxygen and gradually, I calmed down and was able to think clearly again. Pascale and Dominique were frantic, their faces etched with concern. When I could finally speak again I apologised profusely. “I'm sorry,” I said, “I'm sorry,” over and over. “Karen, it's OK,” my dad rubbed my back. “We are the ones who should be sorry, we should have broken it to you more sensitively.” “No, Dad, it's not that,” I tried to say but I couldn't speak. I just couldn't make my mouth form the words my brain was trying compose. In the end I managed to force out the words that meant 'I need to think'. I heard my father speaking to Françoise, saying they should wait a while until I was ready. I reached out and took a hand each in mine. “No,” I said, “No, I'm sorry. I'm all right now but we do need to talk.” “Yes, I agree,” Françoise said, “Come on, girls, we will give them some space.” “Don't go!” I said quickly, “Please stay. You have all become like a family to me and it seems as though it is possible that we may actually now become a family so no, please stay and we will talk together, no secrets.” I took a sip of the water that Pascale had placed in front of me, my hand shaking so much that it looked like a mini storm inside the glass. I took my father's hand. “I'm sorry, Dad. I am afraid. No, not afraid...” I ... paused while I pondered the words. “No, afraid is the wrong word. I am terrified! What if you go back to how you were, what if you start drinking again. I couldn't bear you to put Pascale and Dominique through what I went through and Françoise...” I turned to her, “What about her, what if you treat her the way you did my mum?” I was becoming frantic again and my voice began to rise in pitch. I glared at my dad who had remained impassive throughout. “I promised you once and I will remind you of that now, I promised you I would kill you if you so much as raised a hand against me or my mum, well now I extend that promise.” My voice suddenly lowered in tone to become menacing. “You harm so much as one single hair on any of these wonderful people...” “Karen!” Françoise looked at me, aghast. I stopped and stared at her. She looked angry and Dominique and Pascale looked at me, shock and astonishment etched clearly on their faces. I turned to my dad. The tears were streaming down his face but I didn't feel sorry, I couldn't, it was how I felt but the faces that were now staring at me, the people I had come to love, were full of fear and sorrow and that alone broke my heart. “I'm sorry,” I whispered and turned and ran from the room. “Karen, wait, please. It's OK...” “Give her a minute to calm down,” I heard my dad say, "I will talk to her in a minute. It's not her fault.” I had been in my room just minutes when the door opened and both Françoise and my father entered without so much as a ...