madness of Tess

chapitre 2: Rich and pious prison ( part 2)

Elisabeth Du Tonkin is stretched out on this single bed...the same one for twenty years, a kind of old wooden bed

badalkin. This is where she spends all her free time. It is here that she prepares her future... It is here that she

wrote his letters to God.

While she is addressing all her enthusiasm to Christ, she is unaware that her future is about to take on a violent

180° turn...

She is finishing her summary note. She is re-reading her lectures and her research for the thousandth time. She knows the

straight and all its seams at your fingertips. However, all these things seem very futile to him, so abstract are they... But dad said that it was necessary... That praying does not allow you to cover yourself with gold, at least not for the moment.

After having stacked all that was in her head, the young woman sketches a small smile, very fragile. His heart

warms up to the idea of ​​falling asleep reading the confessions of Saint Thomas

Aquinas and some passages from the Gospel according to Matthew.

Apart from her classes, the only readings they allow themselves are exclusively religious...yeah it's boring to death, surely.

Moreover, speaking of books to stack, the brilliant young woman squints...

A memory tries to remake surface and there she is, grimacing.

A few weeks ago, after making sure that Mr. and Mrs. Du Tonquin had deserted the family home, Eve burst in, already to rob her sister of a few hundred euros... and then to try to force this fireball of shell.

Eve still ruminates as much at the sight of all these religious objects hanging on the walls.

She takes her hands off her hips narrow, caresses the frame enclosing the Virgin, with a mocking air. It must not be taller than a meter fifty. His hair is still bleeding red like the red on her lips... And what about the black on her eyes.

It seems, according to the eldest, that her sister fought so hard for the contours of his green eyes are filled with strokes of black pencil and other substance. And if there was only make-up, what about

this outfit...

Eve wears a leather mini skirt reaching well above her knees with black slender tights,

a tank top that comes above her navel. Elizabeth looks away, she is uncomfortable..... She just spotted a huge tattoo lying on her sister's ribs.

_ Ely... When are you going to throw all this in the trash? Seriously it looks like you're older than the darons.

_ P...please Eve, don't call them that.

Elysabeth turns whiter than she already is.

She rams her face in his hands to avoid having to intercept his sister's outraged gaze.

She loves her sister but something makes her so bad in his presence...

Eve must be possessed. Yes ! Eve must have some satanic entities in her, just this horrible way of chewing gum says it all.

Disgusting... The younger sister drops onto Elysabeth's bed, clasping her wrists behind her head, inflating the gum bubbles with her little lips.

_Pff Elysabeth please don't look at me like that. you have to stop seriously to listen to the sectarian speeches of the old... He is making you stupid! Seriously... You're my sister, I adore you but this is really super worrying, do you get it? You're not normal... And he's crazy...

_ Eve... Don't talk about him like that. God could hear you,

Ely whispers in a low, shaky voice.

Eve inflicts a nice nudge in the ribs of her sister, who does not react however.

This conversation, it must be the thousandth time they have it...

Eve hoped that over time, her sister would finally rebel... Especially with her studies, that she would meet a guy...

That would make him cut that umbilical cord that's been wringing his neck! But she knows that her father, this old as she calls him, with such a hold on her, that the task proves to be difficult or even impossible...

_Could one day we be able to talk without you having to talk to me about God? Could you ever respect the fact that I don't believe in all these bullshit ?

Elysabeth rolls her eyes... She can't stand...

_Eve! How can you talk like that! God is everything to us, you know that! Please don't talk like that.

_You are so closed-minded. That's not the life Ely , no there's something other than Jesus who has since died

two millennia.... There is something else! Life is beautiful... I've never been so

happy since I left here.

Damn get out! Meeting people !

Screw! If you don't do it on your own

chief, the return of the stick is likely to be

violent.

Eve calms down and caresses

affectionately the top of the shoulder of

the redhead.

_I will always be there for you, you

know... I just want you to assert yourself.

That you do what you love... I have

the impression of talking to a teenager

twelve years. Anyway, it's up to you, Betty... I have something for you.

She takes two books out of her bag

brand new ones that she poses on the

tight knees from Ely.

_I won't stay longer... Make good use of it and of course don't tell the two olds that I passed...

She lays a brief kiss on the mass

her sister's capillary before leaving

almost hastily.

The Kamasutra. His sister already has it

speak. She hardly dares to touch this book of the devil. She shivers. How to

can such books exist!

Socket of anguish and nausea, she hides these infamies under his bed. Looks like that she just got her hands dirty, that she welcomes crime into her

bedroom.

She rushes under the crucifix and starts asking sorry. She prays that the soul of

her sister be saved... She asks sorry..in fear.

That evening, Elysabeth waits for nightfall of the night.

There is a park not far away. She leaves discreetly after having taken with gloves the two tea towels vulgar sexuality.

She hides these horrors under his long coat old fashioned.

That night, out of sight and in the austere coolness she will burn his books. We must erase their tracks. Why does Eve always act like that with this pugnacious will to corrupt it, to defile it?

***

This is the life that Elysabeth leads, without hitch, sparkless, calm life

but eager to learn...

Yet the time comes to take decisions. Decide, Elysabeth doesn't know

not to do. Her father wants her to pass

the entrance examination to the ENA and she always feared her father so she

registered...

But for the first time in her life

her sister's voice echoes within her. For

the first time she tries to do

the emptiness in her... (It's already quite emptylike that), to disregard

the relentlessness of her father... She tries even to ignore Jesus.

ENA... To be like your father... in the

ministries or the courts, it frightens him

a little. She had never really think about it all...

It is these fears of the world that

brake her... On his computer screen,

an advertisement for the competition

the IRA...to access category A

of the state civil service. She does not

do not know. She hesitates and twists in all the senses like a worm. She

really don't know what she would like

to do. Everything terrifies her. Know that she will have to work with others

individuals frightens him... This situation is as delicate as it is horrible.

After having passed water on the

face, around her big eyes bruises constantly afraid of everything,

she calls her sister directly... Good

gosh she stutters just at the thought that

disobeying his father crosses his mind.

Eve besides can't believe it... Finally

it jostles a little in the life of his

sister... It's jostling but no doubt

too slowly.

?_You know well Ely that a tiny part

of you wants to make his own way...

You don't have to do like dad... you can be yourself.

(A time. Elisabeth's breathing is

almost hissing)

?_God wants us to be ourselves and

not that we pretend...

(Eve chooses Well her words well she don't believe really to the link between deciding and God but she knows it's the only way to convince Ely)

?_ when you arrive in front of God...or Jesus or whatever, he will check everything and lie to himself it's lying to him, you understand?

He will see that you were not yourself. He it's not too late Betty.

?_Do you think it's true...really?

Theyou...do young redhead breaks. anguish is more and more bitter lately

time. She thinks about it more and more

this future... What will she do with

his life ?

She would dream of being a nun and of

surrender to God, not to have to

Choose. She knows very well, she is not

stupid, that she won't be able to stay

indefinitely in the paws of his

father, although he wouldn't mind

not at all.

For an hour, she starts registering, then cancels, and so on...until the moment when in a burst of madness, she clicks on "validate your registration".

That's it. She has disobeyed. She lied... She has some months before announcing it to his dad. She's mostly a few months old for preparing. She doesn't even know not why she signed up for this competition. Does unconsciously she tries to get rid of this

life... Quays it must be well buried deep in his subconscious. Wouldn't this be the beginnings of a teenage crisis at twenty-five and this need vital to restore one day or another cause the authority of his father? All in all the dice are cast,

next March, she will go in this damn contest because she has only these marbles. His studies have driven to turn into a beast competition, she, who finished science po at the Sorbonne with a note close of the 19... It is sure, the big schools could have fought for it...

During these long months, she will continue to forget oneself in prayers, to redouble excuses for lying to his father,

this backward tyrant. She will continue tolock himself in his dungeon. However

Eve warned him. Reality one day

or the other, runs the risk of being extremely violent. And who knows, she who has never loved other than this abstract figure that Jesus Christ represents, is not therefore not prepared for twenty-five years, love, to the pleasures of the body that she doom... She's not prepared in crowds. In reality, it is a beast of competition, of a sacred

intelligence, certainly, but which is not

unprepared for life in all its

scope and surprises... Beware Elysabeth... do the ostrich has always been just a sign of deep weakness...

***

Elisabeth Du Tonkin passing secretly a function contest public (low end for his father, this contest is for people from below people, to the failures... Take care Betty),

it's something. She almost disguised...so as not to be recognized in the street... ridiculous, knowing that she is already this unknown... No one interested in the aristocracy...

The day before and throughout the trip, his heart beats a thousand an hour... Ely is all sweaty in this species suit, with a turtleneck and a color to vomit (color difficult identifiable). Her cheeks are shining and her lips wetter than the

normal. She didn't reach this morning doing something thick red hair. They fly to their way, very electric. Arrival in front

the room, she still hesitates. The people there look, it's true that his quickdraw does not not go unnoticed. She stays planted there, jostled at the entrance. She doesn't suspect not a single moment that day will be decisive for the rest of his life. She wonders there in front of her sheet if it must not render a blank copy. But it's stronger than her, she scratches. The plan appears to him quickly. In two hours, she finished first

test. Elizabeth is in spite of herself

a fighter. His father taught him to

curse failure, to circumvent it. She the

will bypass again. Although sometimes he is recommended to fail. She ignores

that in these contests, there is always

better than yourself...

She continues the afternoon with a

summary. She's used to it.

She writes every day. She is at ease... Elysabeth don't you feel that your

life is changing?

***

On that day she will return home

Like nothing ever happened. Of all

way her father and mother are still

moving. There is this calm all

around. But isn't that a sign of the

approaching storm?

She accepts under pressure from Eve to

have a drink (a soda, she never

tasted alcohol) with her at the beginning of evening. It's his first outing... But she feels the need. In front of her zero coca, which she touches barely, Elysabeth is uncomfortable. The anguish crowds all around. The people are loud and rude. And this music of barbarians, satanists...

_Betty? Hello are you with me? You do not don't want to let go and enjoy a

little ?

Eve snaps her fingers under the nose

of his sister.

_"I shouldn't be here...

_Whether! you must be here. How did it go past ? I'm proud of you sis...

You impressed me. I am eager to

uncover his face to the old... You will see

my place ?

_I think it went well...

_Can I ask you a question ?

Elysabeth nods her head vaguely.

_You don't want to meet

people ? Look around, this

atmosphere does not make you want? Of

meet a man? (Whisper)

to find love? Answer me

sincerely. How do you do ? Me I

live only on love... And please don't

don't talk about Jesus. look at this guy

low how do you find it?

Eve is like that. She chains the

sentences in record time.

Ely gets a thrill, she tightens her

woolen jacket against her and dare not

look at that man over there. She does not

don't want to talk about that. She does not like talk about that. But her little sister wants

always talking about that... about love, about s*x, b********y.

She shakes her head to say no.

_I'm fine the way I am. I assure you. Men don't tell me nothing...

_Maybe women then?

The young redhead has a high heart

and directly spits out his sip of soda that stings his nose. She opens wide his mouth without realizing it counts and puts his hand violently on his chest (tasty and full) to come to her senses... Her sister has these ideas realy!

_Eva! It's notgoing well... A woman... yuck... how ignominy... It's disgusting...

_Haha you would see your face Betty... I have ever kissed a girl, i'm not dead.

Ely has such a surprise move

that she is almost falling out of her

chair... She can't believe it. How

his sister was able to indulge in such perversity