Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

"That sort of behaviour?"

"The guys on the football team... he says he had seen them with the mobile phone of Alex Moore. They were watching the video. But the police did not find anything in their rooms."

"Really weird." At

that time of day, the cafeteria and the library became places more crowded.

Especially at the begi

"You hurt?" he asked me then Hewitt, while we put in place our things.

"It is nothing". I followed the trajectory of his eyes: my hand was completely red, but the pain of it all blurred. "I have burned with the water for the tea, before." He nodded absently, so I decided to investigate a bit. "You already knew dr. Crain? I mean... he works with your father, you already met?"

That question seemed to catch him off guard. But Hewitt knew was a mask, his passion for acting made it at times difficult to decipher.

"Maybe far away, I can't remember..." blaterò, putting it on your shoulder, his folder. "Don't tell me that after Bonavick you have a crush for him." I raised my eyes to heaven. "I don't have a crush on Bonavick".

He studied it very carefully, as someone who knows long. "Not messin ' around, Kerys". His tone of voice was soft and apprehensive. I was always clear that he was by my side. It spoke to me in that way because he really wanted to help me, I can't understand it.

What I didn't understand was why she wanted that I was always at my place.

"What do you mean?"

"He is bigger than you and this internship could be a great opportunity, not to put at risk everything. Okay?"

Nodded just a little, unable to fully appreciate his words. But something inside of me, suggested to me that I had to give him listening. "It is not my intention," I reassured him.

"Already" seemed to be content with my response. "I have the theatre course, I have to run. See you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow" I waved, only to see it defilarsi quickly.

So I ended up fixing my things, and realized that we had spent a good hour there in the cafeteria. I went into the throes of the fatigue accumulated in the day, with the desire to rest; but as soon as I came back in my room, I realized that I was missing something. Fergie was intent to make his skincare but not badai her while frugavo in my bag.

Satin black like the weight that I carried on the heart and clip hard enough to stay well balance, or so I thought: it was a gift that my mom had made me a few months before, when I was back from the hospital for checks. There I was tremendously fond of

, and when she had told me that all the times that I wore it, I would have protected me I was holding on to that bow every time that I had been afraid.

Even when you are not wearing it, to know it in my room there in the college made me feel safe. And it was not a feeling to which I could give up, not even for a night.

My breathing became frantic. I checked the clock, and looking out of the window I realized that there was still an hour to sunset. I had to have him for the strength lost in a cafe or... in the house of Davil. I could go first by him and then, coming home, in a café.

"I forgot one thing, I have to go to flight to pick her up," avvisai Fergie, which, however, was not taking care of me, too busy texting with her friends.

"In class?" he asked me casually. "No, I think to the home of dr. Crain". Only then raised his sguardò on me

and then towards the window. "You should sbrigarti

then," I suggested. "I know that not much will it rain".

I didn't know anyone that could give me a ride up to the house of Davil, no one that would understand the value of such a staple for me.

And then the house of Davil was not so far away, once you have crossed the campus , and out of the gate, it was only a couple of mil walk on a road, always lit. Luckily for me I met a bus pass that went right from the exit of the university, and that usually took to get into the city, but this time down to a few stops before, one that i more close to the lake.

I met again the guardian and gave him the name of Davil, just as he had made the detective a few hours before. I started to walk on the avenue, which reached to each of the houses in the residence, and after not much I recognized her.

Although the ground still wet with the rain that had animated a large part of the day, in that moment, the clouds seemed to hold up the sky clear enough to allow me to carry out my

task. Retraced the same route that I had done that afternoon, watching the sun begin to set, in the groove, that created the autumn woods, and the lake is flat.

Once in front of the front door of the house of Davil, I rang the doorbell. I imagined how I would have found it ridiculous to have done that route for a stupid black bow.

But was that the object to which I clung, the one thing that I had

taken away, that him it was kept as a souvenir. And now that I had

one is not contaminated, I didn't want to lose it. Belonged to me, it wa I played it again when I realized that no one was coming to open th door, but Davil not answered. And, unconsciously, I made the mistake to set out towards the window through which I had observed the lake all afternoon, lying on the sofa of his living room, to read cases and cases.

I didn't know star-making an error, I realised only when I stood in front of the window, in the middle, trying to figure out if there was someone inside the house. And someone, definitely, there was.

From that angle I could see a good part of the house that extended beyond the arch, then the library and the piano, but mostly the table, on which my eyes enchanted when I realized what

was taking place up there.

I felt guilty, terribly guilty. So much so that I was afraid even to the sound that would have made the dry leaves on the asphalt i stepped on for pulling away. But even if I wanted to race, far away from the image, the heat that I invaded it wouldn't let me.

There was a naked woman, of which I could only see the long black hair and legs arpionate around the basin of the man who towered above. Davil was at his bare chest, and his hands were under the table while the sinking repeatedly into her. The tattoos that I had seen that afternoon in his arms, opened now up to the chest, creating an unforgettable show.

And in addition to his abs are well trained, to the library, which stood at his shoulders and the woman who is inclined back at each thrust, I was surprised of his face. That was exactly how I'd imagined it a few hours before.

The strands arricciolate from the sweat fell over his forehead and his eyes half-closed freed up an expression of pleasure is unmistakable.

And turned on by the same pleasure disturbing that I had taken by surprise when I left the pain of the burning of the pass alone, my body moves driven by a primitive instinct. I told fatigue, and I was with the eyes chained to him.