session three

POV Eliot:

-I am so sorry for what my grandson did yesterday-I nod while having some water

-I reacted badly because I had an argument with my mother and I was writing..thinking about everything- I say with a tired voice- I had a panic attack

-and how do you feel now?

-I rarely feel good today, although last night thinking I realized something-I rub my hands with my legs

-what did you discover? Try to calm down Eliot

- Calm me down? As you ask me to calm down when I discovered the car's brakes were cut

I spent the whole damn night remembering that damn accident thinking it was the other driver's fault but ... but then I remembered a detail that made my heart stop like that day

-I'm telling you that zamira frenzy-I yell at him prisoner of fear

–I can't-I see the truck getting closer and closer-they don't work

"What are you saying?" I say terrified and I look at her with fear, she returns her eyes full of tears

–Brakes are cut

–Zamira !!

My cheeks feel a bit wet, the brakes did not work at that time but I began to remember that the day before leaving the brakes were in perfect condition, the whole car was in fact, this cannot just be a coincidence.

-Someone cut the brakes-my voice comes out more confident than I intended-I have no idea who it was but I'm sure they cut it and I'm going to find out

My psychologist gives me a look that I know what that look means, my mother gave me when she did not agree on something

-Eliot-lets out a little sigh-I know you miss Zamira and that you are going through something traumatic I understand ... but I think what you say makes no sense

-Is he telling me a liar? -I look at him offended-because I tell him that I'm not

-No, what I'm telling you is that the police said that the whole car was in perfect condition, there was no indication that the brakes were cut-he looks at me as if three heads had popped out-it's time to move forward and leave all the pain behind

-It is easy to say but you do not know the damn effort I am making, it is easy to tell the other what to do when you do not know the damn effort I make to get ahead ... I want to get out of my depression and be able to continue my life in peace -I spit everything I wanted to say since she died-it's not easy at all to get over the only person who has been with you when no one else did.

I see how he remains silent and I try to calm my breathing I had not realized that I had gotten up from the chair but that does not matter to me now what I really need to know is what happened in that accident, because I do not remember almost anything and check if it was really planned or not

-I need you to calm down and take a deep breath

–I don't want to calm down !!, I don't want to shut up either

I'm getting tired of keeping what I want to say just because it can hurt others

-I did not do anything wrong to deserve this suffering and neither did she, I know that what I say is crazy but you must understand me. Wouldn't you do the same? -You give me that look that I know what it means- wouldn't you do the same for your grandson ? Well, I am going to do the same for my friend.

I try to breathe and it forced me to keep my nerves in the depths of my being, if my uncle saw me right now he would give me a good blow and tell me "men should not cry and less for a woman." He and Zamira didn't get along very well, they always ended up arguing about sexist issues, but when things happened to adults, Dad and I intervened

I believed that hiding all the pain was not healthy and that you should talk about it with someone would help calm the pain but ... now I understand a little more about those people who kept quiet and tried to solve their problems on their own, people ... they are not interested in helping them or they are too busy having their battles that they do not see the pain of others.

And I also understood that when you are broken you don't want someone to help you because you know they will get hurt

Maybe that's why zamira at first did not want me to come near because if I was going to help her I would get hurt what she did not know is that he was equal to or worse than her, on the outside he looked like a cold and strong boy but on the inside he was broken into a thousand pieces ... sometimes I was hoping someone would realize what I was showing was a sham.

-Eliot the police said that the car was in perfect condition, it is not good that you do this for your mental health you could develop an obsession-he looks at me very seriously ... spoon-I could send you to the psychiatric

- I'll take the risk, but I'm not going to stay without solving this because I know that if I don't I will be blaming myself my whole damn life.

I open the door and I leave. I don't want to stay another minute because I know he won't let me go and call my mother, I know this may be crazy but ... what if it's true? I witnessed how she squeezed the brakes with great force and fear permeated in her eyes.

-where are you going?

-What do you care-I try to move but he gets in my way

-Of course I care about Eliot

–And you care because ..

I look impatiently at Isaac, he looks at me with a raised eyebrow and his arms crossed. I don't know what is wrong with him or why he went to my house and insisted so much to leave. plan to break into the police station and get on their computers to see the case.

<< I think you should go home better >>

Do you believe?

<>

But the plan to go to the station today?

<< Tomorrow we will not come to the session and we will go to the station >>

-Where are you going? -For a moment I forgot that Isaac was still here-if you can tell clearly

-I go home I must do things

- Can I accompany you?

I accept because a little company would not hurt so I don't think so much about the issue, I head to the exit the brat follows me behind but in an instant he is by my side ... I remember that before I met Zamira I was a person cold in front of other people, I didn't let myself get hurt I always had that thought.

If you let many people enter your life more, it is the possibility that they will hurt you

–Hey, I want to ask your forgiveness

-Why? For interrupting my house? -I look at him with mockery -or for entering my room without my consent?

-Okey, okey ... I understand that it was wrong and that is why I apologize

- It doesn't matter I shouldn't bother myself, it wasn't so serious

How are you doing with your shit?

-You mean my problems?

-They are shit as well as the popo only that these take a little longer to disappear

Well ... I must admit that you are right the problems are like poop they go away for a while until you step on again.

-It is true but people cause you problems only that the damage is greater

-That's because of us, we let them come into our lives and do shit to us

-Well partly you're right but it's not our fault-we stop at a traffic light-we will never know if they enter our life to destroy us ... or to save us.

We stared for a few moments in his gaze, you didn't notice a hint of emotions, it's like he had a black wall.

<< Fuck it, I thought it was white >>

You shut up, nobody asked for your opinion, fucking conscience

–Why are you looking at me like that?

-as well as?

-All cold and emotionless

-I will tell you what a person told me a long time ago, you must have a straight posture, chin up and a firm look if you do not show them your fears they will not be able to hurt you

-Well that person is right

-If I had it ... Shall we continue?

Seat we resumed the road we resumed the road to my house, the rest of the way was silent and I appreciate that since I am not a boy of many words.

I keep thinking about how I will do to investigate the possible murder the police station will be the most complicated place to review my friend's case, I know that they have the cases filed by name and surname

I mean alphabetically arranged on a shelf ... shit

-Well ... we arrived

We stop in front of my door I see that he is looking behind me I turn around and I see the curtain move quickly

<< She is our mother >>

I knew it, you fucking rabble

-It's my mother, ignore her, she became very protective since the accident

-Well, from the way he looked at me, I can bet that he would shoot me with some knives-he laughs a little and gives me a smile-I'd better go

-If it will be the best

–See you tomorrow? -I deny-why?

-Tomorrow I must be absent I have accumulated work from my school and I want to finish them

I don't think he bought that lie because of the suspicious look he throws at me, I don't care if he does it or not, his opinion doesn't affect me at all, nor do we know each other completely to tell him that I plan to infiltrate the police station.

-Well I wish you luck in your investigation

-They are jobs-I correct-not research

–But to do the work you have to investigate, right?

<< Oh I know hahaha >>

I was going to say something but he gives me a half smile he waves his hand in the form of farewell and walks away like nothing, damn nosy, I'm sure I hear everything I said to his grandfather I turn around and see my mother with a smile in the face

<< Here comes the interrogation >>

Has interrogation for all that lady

I stay outside for a few seconds and when I come in I see her sitting on the sofa pretending to read a magazine that was on the table.

-mom

-Oh son you came back-put the magazine aside and give me a closed mouth smile

-I saw you at the window and Isaac also saw you

-I'm sorry is that it seems very nice that you make new friends, it means that you are moving forward

-He is not my friend, mom just offered to accompany me home and that's all, we are like acquaintances

–But they can be friends later

-I don't think that happens mom

She looks at me surprised but then her gaze goes to a rogue ... oh, this woman starts to make movies in her head And then there is no one who gets that idea out of her

-Mom Eliot and I are acquaintances ... I'm not gay so don't make a romance movie in your head

-Who said he was making a movie for me? -He gets up and goes to the kitchen-I didn't say anything, you jumped on the subject.

He leaves me alone in the living room and I lie completely on the sofa tomorrow will be a hard day I hope nothing bad happens, whatever Satan wants amen

<< Amen >>

How do you think Eliot's plan will turn out?

What about Isaac?

I leave it to your criteria

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