Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

In a sense, her apartment, it represented the perfection. Even if he was tried by the evening, and had had to run at breakneck speed, in the confusion, he couldn't move with competence and calm.

We were holed up around the fireplace, now abandoned, which housed a wood-burning stove on. The flames scoppiettavano behind the glass. That place gave her a strange sense of security. Davil stood and watched the lights of the city from the window. Draven instead sat on the floor on a blanket and liked to observe the wood while it was burning. Hewitt was sitting on the chair not far away and looked around thoughtfully. Professor Bonavick in the meantime, he put on the table right under our noses cups of steaming hot chocolate covered in whipped cream.

I felt myself return to the girl for a moment. All the horror that had me overwhelmed disappeared at the moment when the scent of chocolate I invaded your nostrils and the warmth of the cup that caught my hands heated up. I had him still in the jacket Davil.

Soon silence fell, leaving too

much space to the thoughts, so we expanded to this point, to reach the mouth

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking I?" asked Peachlyn, sitting on the couch at my side.

"That tonight we have saved a rapist" I said, and she nodded.

Grabbed his cup, he called up his legs to his chest and closed to the hedgehog

against the backrest.

"We have no evidence about it, everyone is i

I knew that he was wrong. It was not a case if those who had killed Alex Moore had driven in the locker room. Could not be. I was sure of how it had been really the things and I had all the intentions to make amends.

"The detective said that Ally went to file a complaint by little, he found the courage after a long time." Professor Bonavick was intent to flip through one of her books, standing him next to the jamb of the fireplace.

"I can't stop thinking about one thing..." When Hewitt took in hand the conversation, immediately had the gaze of everyone present on himself. My, most of the others. "The robotic voice gave us as a clue to the key finding, but it was not served at all to solve the case.

We have not taken into account".

"Maybe he wanted to get distracted..." he tried Peachlyn.

"I do not think". It was Davil to speak. "Sometimes to resolve a case does not need to force all of the clues, sometimes it only takes a few among all the ones that you collect: the important thing is to read them in the right way. Surely that sentence has a meaning. If not for us, for anyone who is behind all this."

My head became heavy, the adrenaline had by now run its course and left the door open to a extreme tiredness. I felt my heart pumping slow and the heat of the fire doze off more and more. Only in that moment, with defenses down, I realized the gravity of the scenario that I had lived.

I was on the verge of dying. And the thing had touched me barely, because inside of me I knew I had already experienced worse, and to be survived. Yet, to make me hurt the most was the risk I had run, but being an accomplice of the River for all that time.

"Alex is the observer, the River, the guilty and Ally the victim". I spoke between me and me, staring at the flames. All the attention was on me.

"Maybe he wanted to say that River has an obsession".

At that point, the professor Bonavick came forward. "For now, just so.

It is better for you to rest, we'll talk about it in a rational mind to the next meeting". The man grabbed the empty tray from the table, there seemed to

at all the strict professor who taught in the classroom. It was more human in those clothes. "If you want to and you feel more secure, as I said, you can stay to sleep here. I have guest rooms".

I looked around. It was true that I didn't want to go back to college alone, and that there with them I would have felt much more safe than any other part, but after a moment of refusal, I realized that I wanted the normal, my normal. My bed and my roommate.

"I wait for dad to finish the round, maybe". It was Hewitt the first to speak. Probably the detective would have had for some time.

"For me, it's fine." Draven would have remained to study the fire throughout the night, anything but to go back to college.

"Even for me, my roommate left for a few days and I don't really want to be alone tonight. Thank you, professor."

Bonavick replied with a smile to the words of Peachlyn.

"Kerys?" he asked, pausing in the foot with the tray still in his hands. "I love chocolate and I go back to college, if you don't mind". "It is not wise to go alone at this time, safe want to do this?"

And what could never happen to me, professor? I thought ironically.

Someone to abduct me?

"I can escort myself." My gaze rose up violently on him.

"So I have to go back to the house, is of the road."

Davil he took a step forward, ready to go away. Maybe with head a messed-up information, he just wanted to indulge between the sheets of his bed.

"No need, I..."

"don't you think about even, Westwood". I immediately resumed. "Or remain to sleep here or accept my transition, there is no back in the room her alone after everything that happened." I gave the possibility of replication, and walked immediately towards the exit door. "Look in the machine".

I held the lift up his eyes to heaven, and I left in a hurry the last sip of hot chocolate, before you lay it on the table and put myself in the foot.

"I guess I have to go, then." I commented, not too thrilled about having to follow the orders of someone. "Thank you professor, for the hospitality. See you in class". I greeted the rest of the guys, who answered barely.

Professor Bonavick I dedicated a smile, but I never found the time to reciprocate, too intent on getting to the door and ru

When I was out, ru

shoulders broad, and the hair slightly tousled because of the wind which was blowing. I reached him.

"You also have to expect." Bofonchiai, trying to catch your breath while I adattavo to his gait.

We crossed the road to get to his Camaro parked

on the other side. He didn't seem particularly interested in what I had to say. I was surprised of

anyway.

"Let's go, salts". He said simply, making me a nod of the head, while he took his place on the driver's side.

Not me I repeat a second time. Even if I hated the way in which it needed to be, and I was giving orders, he was immensely grateful for having proposed to riaccompagnarmi.

The night loomed like a shadow in the dark about the city and autumn followed the whisper of the dry and cold winter. It was not the appropriate time to leave a girl like me alone.