Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

"Kerys..." Davil spoke my name in a worried and took a step forward to join me, but Hewitt was timely and greeted me immediately in his arms. As he had done throughout the summer.

I aggrappai him and his reassuring hug and tried to make me a demeanor, while the flow of information I ran through the mind.

"In the video..." I tried to say, asciugandomi tears. "You do not see her face. I thought... I thought..." But I couldn't speak, the sobs I sconquassavano the throat. I did not see even more what I had before, my eyes were waxed by tears.

"Kerys". This time Davil caught up with me, afferrandomi from behind while my friend and I left his grasp. "Look at me".

I focalizzai on him. His irises unpaired they brought me to reality, I ancorai of his face and the grip he had on my body. I thought to my hand and the sign of the burning that I had stayed, feeling a pain to radiate from that point on my arm when I clenched my fist, to find myself in all the confusion that had me overwhelmed. And the pain caused me to immediately withdraw back the tears.

Peachlyn it was called in the foot; perhaps she was the only one that was

step away from reaching the same conclusion. Him and I used to read in his

waiting for me to say aloud.

Davil let me go only once enact that my breath

was regularized and also Hewitt at that point, there was a part of. I found

courage to raise his chin and look at the guy lying in the end of life wit thought that if he were dead, I would not mind at all. And this time I thought seriously.

"The guilty River". My words were devastating for everyone. "And Alex was his witness".

"I don't think I understand." Draven couldn't follow the thread of the discourse, but now also Hewitt and Davil understood.

And it was this last one to respond to him. "River Donovan is guilty of rape".

There was a moment of silence. I Davil, Hewitt, Draven and Peachlyn a short distance we looked at each other. Then it all happened in a moment.

On the screen, the countdown stopped. In the meantime, outside the door, they heard the steps rimbombanti of various people: we are told to move away from the door and in a few moments they managed to throw it down. Soon the paramedics arrived on us, to guide them there was the professor Bonavick, a tinge of panic in his eyes, but decided in the movements Davil went to the meeting and let the rescue team is the primary River.

As soon as it was brought out, I and the others went out. I was enchanted to observe the players, and the football field. Meanwhile, many police officers were already on the scene. Too many. I realized that, knowing of the call, the doctor and the detective had to have tried to trap the killer.

We were able to solve this case in thirty-five minutes, but for the whole summer, I I had had under my eyes, and I had done nothing. I was so committed to compiangermi and blaming River, and even poor Ally that I realized that not everything revolved around me.

Only because I had suffered a lot, doesn't mean that the others were exempt from the pain.

"Are you all right?" came Hewitt. Had arrived with his father, who was talking with Peachlyn and Draven.

In the meantime, the sound of the ambulance that carried via the River, we stu

"Yes", biascicai. "I just need a moment.

"You couldn't know..." Hewitt knew me better than anyone else and knew well, as my head reasoned.

"I most of all, however, I had to figure it out. I've seen that video, enough to make me nauseous, and not a single time between this I thought that she was not consenting".

"Sometimes, the victims of rape remain steadfast and to suffer, in the hope that the end of the first can, or frozen by fear."

It was Davil to say, appearing at my shoulder. Hewitt looked at me, hesitant undecided whether to leave me alone, but when his father called him and gave him a nod with the head to tell him that it was fine, that he could get

I remembered a detail, and I let him flow through my mouth without thinking about it. "She went to report it, for this was the central the other day."

"I don't know for sure. But it is likely".

Then Davil explained the jacket that held in his hands and, with a gesture elegant, I put it on the shoulders. I realized the cold that I was trying only when the heat enveloped me.

"Thanks," I said sincerely. "I'm afraid that will be difficult to find evidence into the River. Apart from the movie, which is not reflected clearly the violence, there is little on which to build".

"There is your testimony, if you want to give a help."

"You mean the one in which as soon as he did she hurt me, I told him to continue?" a grin ironic I scraped the throat.

"Maybe it was because you, more than others, you know recognize the violence and guess how to escape from it, don't you think?"

"Would that it were so, but it's not just for this." Shaking off the shoulders, looking down on my shoes.

I didn't want to think about the idea that someone had touched so far from altering my perception of pleasure, but my body had responded clearly, even in the eyes of the man that I had before and I could not deny it.

At the same time, I wondered to what extent I was. Which was the limit of that distorted perception that I ran into and how I could understand it, or worse, overcome it.

"I fear," ammisi, feeling up the tears. "You're afraid of yourself," said Davil, inchiodandomi with his eyes of

fire, animated by an electricity that I tethered. I let myself be touched by those in different colors, while the nostrils

impregnating his scent. "You're afraid of what you wish for".

"I don't even know what I want, to tell the truth". "Certainly you know it, you just have to find the courage to admit it to yourself." We were stopped on the edge of the precipice. The detective Cavanough I called.

"Kerys". I turned around to look at him. "It's up to you. You hear that?"

"The arrival". And with that confession interrupted joined the agents of the police, to tell them everything that had happened.

We spent all the following hours to tell what had happened, for the thread and sign. We escorted up in the central to release our

testimony in an official way; the following day would be able to call us for more information.

The night had fallen inexorable. Return from the post office, the professor Bonavick lodged us to his house. It was obvious that we were all still shaken up and he didn't want to leave us alone, just to make sure that none of us would have had another emotional breakdown, or that the killer would not have tried to kill us earlier than promised.

His was not an apartment particularly large, but it was better to stay there than in the central, or alone in my room, with the risk of waking up with Fergie and having to explain what had happened. I still felt ready for that.

"The River is in the phase of recovery, now is resting". Warned us Bonavick after you have closed the nth call.

His apartment was on the Thornmoor, it was an attic room with several rooms, and was full of books everywhere. Even to the ground, along the corridors, had amassed stacks of volumes, often from the old look.