Chapter 5
- Nobody told you the whole truth. Truth? - As far as I know... - he continued, "your mother for your safety because of her father gave you back to the Ort. And who is your father, I do not know. - he said sadly.
My cheeks began to run down my tears. My companion did not look well either. He hugged me and so we stayed for some time. I stepped away gently from him and asked:
- And Matt knew?
He shook his head and said:
- We only learned from Lacey after the Games. - He paused, but added. - You're finished. - I will go.
-No! - I shouted.
I did it too desperately than I wanted. He smiled indulgently.
- Are you sure?
In response I patted the place next to each other and he after a while he already held me in that his helpless embrace gave me a sense of security. He started to sway me slightly. I fell asleep in the blink of an eye.
* * *
- Noooo! - my cry spread throughout the room.
I was sitting on the toilet flap in our new apartment in Italy and stared blankly at the pink lines on the piece of plastic that I held in my hand. And yet it is true. In the next moment, Harry came to the bathroom with a terrified look. He crouched in front of me and looked straight into my shaking eyes, leaning his hands on my knees.
- What's going on Gwen? - He asked.
I waved a tester in front of my nose. He blinked confused.
- Bad perfume sample? - He began to guess.
My eyes were covered with tears.
- Gwen? His voice sounded anxious.
- I, I ... - I stuttered - I am pregnant.
I was about to hit him lightning. But his numbness was short. He took me shaking hands and carried me to the bedroom. He put me on the bed and started packing his bag vigorously. Then went to the hall for the jacket. He set me up and after that he fastened the lock to my neck. He flipped over his shoulder with the bag and took me in his arms catching the car keys along the way. After a moment we headed for his sister's clinic.
* * *
I was lying on the couch, Harry was sitting next to me, and his sister was circling the room.
Well, I do not know what you're thinking about, Harry, "she said," to burden our family so much. Do you know how much this spending? It's enough to bury Matt.
Harry was pale and unable to move, but what he did was clenching his fists so that his knuckles whitened. But I jumped at her and grabbed her by the collar.
- What did you say? - I hissed - Just enough we had to? Matt? In the end, why you are a gynecologist, since the baby is just the trouble for you ...
I did not finish.
She pulled away and pushed herself. I was thinking that he would crash into the wheelchair with all the gearing when Harry caught me at the last moment. He took me back in his arms and walked out through the open door. In the corridor he stopped for a moment and threw her over his shoulder:
- You've changed.
She scowled at him with only a glance and slammed the door shut.
* * *
- Are you OK? He asked for the hundredth time since we left the clinic. "He will not recognize her," he added with disgust when he heard from me the affirmative answer. I'm sorry again for you.
I waved my hand but froze it in the air. But Harry stared blankly at him. As soon as he parked, I reached for my belt but stopped me and quickly got out. But, contrary to his protests, I followed him.
After two minutes despite the many bricks and furniture that were destroyed in front of our house, we went inside. Standing in front of the living room or rather what I was froze from it. Everything was broken. All. Even the floor. To the doorway (in total of its remnants) was pinned card. Harry tear her away with one hand and began to read her, but I snatched him away.
On the paper it was written:
Dear Gwendolyn Ort we got rid of your mother Jesic Ort and the condition of your house is a sign that you will be next.
Presidential Guard
Immediately I leaned against Harry. He held me up and took me to the car.
* * *
We were driving one hour an hour by motorway to Venice. Before Milan we stopped, took a bag and left the car on the edge of town. Harry took me to the bushes, pushed them away and helped me to enter the tunnel in the middle of the bush. Then he jumped into the hole and covered the entrance back. I was drifting hard after a long run. Harry was also breathing hard.
- Where are we? - I asked.
"In the Main Base of Allies of Resistance. - he recited, as if for the hundredth time.
I had this name for the first time. I looked around. We stood in an antechamber that was made of dirt and roots. As we stepped out of the door behind the big picture of "Freedom of the People in the Barricades," we were in the next room filled with paintings, this time we went for Vincent Van Gogh's picture, more specifically for his self portraits. In a room with paintings on the walls but with lots of doors.
That's for protection, Harry answered my dumb question.
We walked the length of the hall and reached the small wooden gate. On the other side there was no earth or roots just ordinary walls and floor and around the walled up was full of various caliber weapons. We are about to go forward when a slender brown-haired girl and blue eyes shine into the room. She walked over to my boyfriend and covered her. After about five minutes I cleared my throat because it took too long. The girl pulled away, came to me and punched me with all fists in her nose. I fell to the ground, hearing the cry of the beloved person calling my name. I got fist again.
- And you have a few hundred. - she hissed.
It was a while before I contacted.
- Killer? - I whispered. - I? Did your brain fall or what?
I still had something to say but she hit me with my boot in my leg.
What do you want to hate me sadist? - I rubbed on her through tears - I do not know anything. Leave me because you will hurt my child.
Stunned. These moments took advantage of Harry and pulled her out of me. I slowly drifted into the abyss.
Last thing I heard this:
Jesica Ort beat my mother.
* * *
"We set our nose and the bone in the leg is slightly cracked," said an irritated voice.
"But what about the kid?" The second, more concerned than nervous! "And yesterday you said you had cranial cracks.
- Fine.
When I heard again I left.
* * *
How long will it last? Asked the broken voice-when she wakes up?
So I regretted this person that I decided to open my eyes. At first I did not go. I felt like they were out of lead. After a few attempts, I finally succeeded, but I closed them quickly because the light of the fluorescent light raged on me. Although it took a fraction of a second to watch over my bed, he noticed.
How are you? Asked someone in which I recognized Harry.
I was so pissed off in my head so the extra sound from the environment made the situation worse.
Seeing this, Harry said:
If you feel bad, I will not call ... - he did not finish because his bastard interrupted him. "... this nasty sadist," she finished.
"Not at all, I did not mean to say that," he began to defend himself, but she broke off with a firm hand. He went away throwing me an apologetic look and she sat down next to my bed.
- You have a solid apology. -she began. - even if you were the daughter of Jessica, I should not have treated you so.
- But why did she think you broke your mother?
- As it turned out when you were unconscious she killed our mother's neighbor and not mom because she acted as the agent of the president. One more thing. My mother is Lecey Clark and you are my sister. The veil started to shake.
- And what is your name?
- Vanessa Clary Clark and you Gwendolyn Vanessa Clark. Want to know how do I know? She asked with compassion in her voice.
I nodded and she told me that our mother managed to get away from the president's palace and that she and her husband actually did it and then she passed her mother's relationship.
To be continued...
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