madness of Tess

chapitre 3: Rich and pious see prison ( part 3)

_ that? Not

you ! Who will save you...

_I'm not like that like you say. I love Maxime... Yeah that guy you refuse to meet. But I already have kissed a girl, that was cool... Don't tell me don't look like that... You're scary

Looks like a vampire. You could

shoot in a horror movie, I

sworn.

Eve spreads her lips and takes in

her palm the icy hands of her

sis.

_You know I love you ?

_You drank. You drink too much...

_I have a family completely hammer...a sister worthy of the Virgin Marie haha... But I love you when even... Because you make me laugh. You should taste this Guinness I assure you... You should come and see me at me in Tours.

_Pff Tours... I could never set foot outside of Paris... I cold I would like to go home...

_Hm... To say your prayers? That's it ?

Betty! I bet that's it.

Eve hits her forehead and escapes

his beer...which spills accidentally on the vest of Elizabeth.

_Oh excuse me... Sista.

The young redhead gets up. The little

table is on the verge of overturning

in turn.

_I... Don't call me that... Stop...I knew it was abad idea.

(His breathing is curvy, and her big blue eyes send real small flames...very small but it's already a lot).

You are irretrievable. I do not couldn't save your soul Eve. And you you have the most beautiful name in the world!

Your name is Eve! You do not deserve

to call you that... I'm not like you... Like that... It's no use nothing to try to make me become depraved like you...

(We could believe that she is angry, no, she don't even scream... She's too weak

to get mad at whoever it would be. She's just sad... And the worst is that a very small voice tells him that her sister is right... And that puts her in all its states...)

Everyone is watching them. Eve has a

embarrassed smile. Elisabeth spins the heels. She gets up to run to her afterwards and try to hold her back.

_Betty! don't take things like that. I'm just trying to help you!

But his sister is already far ahead...

She watches her go from her eternal

not clumsy, his weak gait,

she guesses his lowered face, his back

vaulted. She even guesses what feels

Betty at that moment...the phobia of being contact with the crowd... Who is really unrecoverable in history. And Eve

it's making her crazy... She's probably

clumsy. And she knows that one day

the other his sister will end up hitting a

wall and it will be painful... Dirt of religion!

Eve hates religion... She hates her sister's God... She hates her father... She clenches her fists and ends up return helplessly to his beer...

After that party, Betty blocked

her sister's number... She went back

to his God, to his books. She would have

almost forgot this damn contest...

***

That night, Elysabeth finds it difficult to

Find sleep. She always does this same nightmare :She burns in hell. At first it's his sister who burns in hell. She tries to save her and finds himself trapped in the flames his turn.

She wakes up with a start and a sweat.

She needs a glass of milk. When

she was small, with each nightmare,

his father always came to sleep next door of her by bringing her a glass of

milk...

Lately he hasn't stopped to ask her about her preparation for the ENA competition... JOKER.

Pretty redhead sits up drenched

to the bone... His father is not there... Not as before. Sometimes she blames herself to blame him... for being so absent.

She wipes her chest, her support

white cotton throat the truncheon.

She is beautiful even like that, in

this kind of dressing gown white. The perspiration made the sheer fabric. You can read the outlines of her figure through. That's a shame.

Elizabeth has really a beautiful body that she never shows.

Her two breasts are like two round, pinkish peaches. She has some

scandalously greedy hips and attractive... If only she knew how to highlight them. The lines of his body are of a perfection incredible... His pelvis is quite dug in his flesh to be able to welcome other hotter hands... His

belly is not hollow, it has what it

it takes flesh to please, with this little

blond down below the navel...

Her thighs are so firm! And her buttocks

are perfectly plump... Eve was often jealous of his sister for her shapes... What Eve loves most are Ely's shoulders both frail and quite muscular. The pretty brunette also likes the shine of her wavy red hair, this face soft and hard at the same time...

The huge Du apartment Tonquin is bathed in darkness.

Betty drags her feet. She does not want to disturb Germaine for a drink

of milk. She lets out a cry when she

comes face to face with his mother.

_ Betty... I heard you scream. everything is fine good ?

_Yes, I only had a nightmare.

_Come, let me serve you something to drink.

It's weird, his mother never did that.

But ever since Eve left, there's been a

year now, his mother is more tender

with her... As if she felt the need to fill a gap. In reality Veronica has always been jealous of his own daughter, who became Luc Du Tonquin's priority... It reserved his few moments of tenderness to Eve and she can't anymore, She misses Eve terribly...

She drags him into the huge kitchen

and sits him down on a stool.

The small light illuminates the features of this face of a woman in her sixties

of years, which must have been in the past revoltingly beautiful.

Elizabeth must make a good head and a half of more than her. His mother is very very fine, all fragile. She doesn't have much shapes... Her hair is still dotted with a few brown shards.

We can't even say that they both had a relationship complicated given that they do not have never shared anything together...

They never discussed anything... Elysabeth sometimes wonders if Eve would hold not from her mother... She wonders sometimes if his mother is really happy. She knows that her mother has much shared with his little sister,

that Eve confided in her sometimes out loud bass... But at the same time Elysabeth never needed that with her

mother... Since she has her father... That she has God...

_Everything okay Betty?

_You never called me like that...

blows the young woman, suddenly nervous.

You do not like ?

_Eve calls me that.

_I miss her... But I respect the your father's choice.

_Eve would like me to stop respecting

daddy's choices...

_He wants the best for you... You are his

greater pride. (Pause) You have him

speak ? Do you have any news from her?

are we a family normal?

_I... I don't know. Why ? Why does Eve want me to be as much as her? Why do people don't understand the love that we

can have for God, for Jesus...? Am I weird?

Elysabeth thinks she detects some

tears in those sparkling green eyes.

His mother trembles a little but stays

impassive. She pulled herself together.

_Would you like us to do something

you and me thing? Shopping ? A

movie theater ? We can privatize some

a day with a restaurant? everything you

will want.

_Mom you're weird... (There's this knot

in it which does not cease to roll up.

She feels oppressed) Why you

want to change everything? Why you

also you want to change? I'm not

Eve... I'm not like that... We

is fine like that... Is daddy

will always love me?

Veronica didn't really expect

such an answer... Elysabeth has sometimes in its extreme sweetness a look tough and ruthless.

_ Why are you asking that? A father

will always love his daughter...like me...I

will love you forever. And I love you thrown like this

it's violent... A first I love you

A first i love you from a mother to her daughter for the first times in twenty-five years, it's violent.

Elisabeth's chest hurts.

Elysabeth, modest, tries to ignore

this attempt to demonstrate a mother's love for her daughter.

_ He no longer loves Eve because she has him disappointed...

_He loves Eve... But it's complicated.

You will not disappoint him. You ask yourself questions ? Can you tell me about it know. Betty, I know I'm not

not one perfect mother... I know but I'm here...

It's weird...these words make him

wrong... She wonders if her mother is

not sick... She never held such talk... Damn why should she tell him that now!

Why are things so strange...

Why is she lying to her father... ( lying to yourself is lying to God, Eve said so...)

She prefers to get up to return to her room, all moved... Definitely, thought Veronica, her daughter is a UFO, she will not understand it without never doubt...

And yet she ignores that the life of her

girl is about to change at all

at all, brutally and without appeal.

***

After learning that she was

admissible to the writings, she did not have other choices than to present themselves to the oral... Finally yes, the choice she had...He was even terrible. The orals had take place on the same date as the competition entrance to ENA...

In the morning, she went to the

direction that his father always gave him

imposed... She was about to

to abandon this other path which

offered himself to her. And then in a

new unconscious mechanic,

she ended up going to this oral... And

something broke inside her... She

wasn't in his best shape

before the jury. This oral, she does not have it not really prepared... And there in front this jury, she feels trapped... She who barely knows how to speak in public... She stammers a few snatches of sentences.

It twists her stomach to think that she

should have been at that other contest

so dreamed of by his father who, thirty-five years back managed it himself.

Damn would this be the first shards

of an internal war? betty don't

recognizes himself more ... (The fault of his sister no doubt...always the fault of

others...very aristocratic...).Bypass

failure... Elysabeth Du Tonquin

straighten up timidly. She smiles

with difficulty at the assembly...and done there a whole recital... She is surprised to exceed their own limits.

***

Elysabeth is immersed in her Bible

in Latin... Only that can soothe her, make her normal again

(according to her). A notification on his

computer screen finally attracts sound

Warning.

Damn it totally got him escaped... These are the results of the competition. His fingers are shaking time to click... Why

does she really hope she failed...

All she knows is her name

appears on this list... That she had

this damn contest... Elysabeth ignores

yet all that entails. She eyes widen... Damn... This is so true... She challenged her father...

***

Luc Du Tonquin is back from two

weeks of travel Middle East.

_So this competition for the ENA my

child ?

Elizabeth finds nothing better than

to lower your head, to grab a few

some of her flyaway locks that

entwine. The time has come without

doubt. She clears her throat.

_I did not pass it. (It's almost

inaudible... She washes with her blue eyes the shiny floor)

_What do you mean... You were registered? Elizabeth? Tell me it's a joke.

The hairstyle and thev look of Luc Du

Tonquin are probably cost the

detour...worthy of a Sherlock Holmes

of the 21st century.

Hair with highlights still Venetian, pepper and salt are tacked on the right to the millimeter exactly....that she looks austere.

He looks firmly at his wife who

just shrugs his shoulders.

_Answer me Elizabeth!

Her father has such a hard voice... She

fear the cataclysm. The young lady

jumps up and takes a step back. She steps back and she drops her little bomb, quickly... get rid of it betty

_I passed the IRA examination and I

obtained.

The storm is on its way. His father explodes in a black rage. He hadn't

never carried away like that against her.

He approaches virulently and seizes her

the face with force.

_You didn't do that? How are you dared! How dare you lie to me andbbetray me! I refuse to be laughed at of me ! The lie is an odious thing and you know it!

He squeezes even more. Then release

his daughter before inflicting powerful slap. Ely's cheek swells immediathim

. But she doesn't move. She is terrified. For the first time she feels like

trapped in quicksand.

How can she bring him

answers when she does not know them

herself ? She don't know why

she acted like that. And his father is

so disappointed. It turns red scarlet, hitting the wall, ravaging everything within reach fist.

Betty stammers bitterly. she looks like a little girl and yet she is so tall from the height of its one meter seventy three.

Her porcelain complexion is breaking. And the rope around his neck stretches.

Veronica witnesses this scene helpless.

Elysabeth could have found real

arguments in his defense, but no,

like a madwoman, she throws herself at the feet of her father who pushes her away with his foot.

This scene is as sad as it is cruel.

The dialogue that never really had

took place, is broken. There are only

dialogues of the deaf in this kind of

family. Neither party understand. Why did she do this?

But was not born the one who will do

bend Luc Du Tonquin.

_I will disinherit you before God. I

am going to cut off your food like your

impure sister... Get out of my sight!

At that time, Elysabeth is still willing to give up this contest "low range". She is still ready to give up those one year of school before his Position taking.

damn it

but him, why does he react so... Elysabeth should have asked herself

this question...to measure all

the absurdity of the situation... No,

she understands her father... She, who has always been dressed in gold and silk in high on a crystal pedestal, there she is

who loses balance in his life.

Things are accelerating. his father

keeps the distance between them, but

he does not relax his threat... He has a

name him, he has knowledge of

Ministry of the Interior... She will go where he will want it, where he will have chosen...

***

A year of school is short, it's almost

too short. For a year, Elizabeth

pretended. She pretended all along the line. She didn't take the measure of what we will end up expect from her. She didn't take the measure of how far she was next to plate... That she spent twenty-six years of his life walking beside the world without really seeing it, without ever appreciating nothing, never appreciating anything to like. Nobody, nothing.

At school, she didn't realize that the

active life was at the end... She ignored

that was his destiny. That she was

destined to succeed in this competition...that she was destined to finally leave this nest...

She doesn't suspect for a moment,

there, this evening, the eve of knowing his affection that her life is about to

to change. That nothing will ever be

as before... She does not surrender

realize that something is watching her

in the days and months to come. And

She is not ready... She, this woman

child, she is not ready to become

Women.