Petrus,
I stroked Natalie’s hair as she slept with a frown on her face and gritted my teeth.
How could they treat her like that? Even my f*****g father slapped her and his excuse was, to what? trying to wake her up from the haze that took over her.
I could have talked to her softly and slowly brought her back to us. She was just terrified and worried about her son.
She was f*****g shocked. For god’s sake, there was no need to use any type of violence against her. No one was allowed to put a finger on her, no one.
I thought, gritting my teeth and I watched her sweat and shake her head while her eyes moved fast under the eyelids.
I stroked her forehead, then between her eyebrows, trying to ease her pain. She must be having another nightmare.
She has been like this for a few hours and
