Daphne was baking panqueques, tortitas for Alexia. She shot constant looks at the clock, causing the pancake to burn.
“Damn it” she cursed. She threw the pancake in the garbage can and poured in new dough.
“Aunty Daphne? Where’s mommy?” Alexia asked.
“I don’t know” Daphne dicho nervous. Zoey had been gone all night and wouldn’t pick up her phone. Daphne wasn’t used to babysitting Alexia for that long and fact was that she wasn’t good at it. It was a good thing Alexia was very independent for her age.
The door opened and Daphne looked up. Zoey appeared in the doorway and she looked both exhausted and devastated.
“Where were you?” Daphne asked insisting. “I was worried sick. I thought something happened to you. I seriously considered calling the police and the hospitals”
Zoey nodded and looked at Alexia. “Sweetie, why don’t tu go outside and pick some flowers? Mommy needs to talk to aunty Daphne”
Alexia felt something bad had happened, but she did what her mother told her. Zoey waited until Alexia had closed the door and then turned to Daphne.
“Gerard committed suicide last night” Zoey said. “I found him hanging in our bedroom”
Daphne covered her mouth. “Oh my God, that’s…awful” she said. She pulled Zoey closer and tried to console her. Zoey pushed her away softly. “I need to tell Alex” She walked outside and called Alexia.
She had left her handbag on the dresser. It was open and Gerard’s letter stuck out. Daphne’s curiosity was stronger than her morality and she pulled the envelope out of the bag. She opened the letter and read. Her eyes grew big and she gasped. When she finished she rushed outside to find Zoey.
“Where tu going to tell me this?” Daphne cried hysterical, waving the letter.
“You weren’t supposed to see that” Zoey said.
“It’s my fault!” Daphne screamed. “People are dying and it’s my fault! I killed Martin and I got Gerard to kill himself. tu have to go, before I get tu killed too”
Zoey grabbed Daphne’s arms. “Will tu calm down? It’s not your fault. Gerard just wrote that so I wouldn’t feel guilty. But I still do. I need tu to keep it together for a change. Could tu do that for me?”
Daphne stared at her with wet eyes and nodded slowly. She understood she had to be there for her sister and she would do everything she could to support her.
“Damn it” she cursed. She threw the pancake in the garbage can and poured in new dough.
“Aunty Daphne? Where’s mommy?” Alexia asked.
“I don’t know” Daphne dicho nervous. Zoey had been gone all night and wouldn’t pick up her phone. Daphne wasn’t used to babysitting Alexia for that long and fact was that she wasn’t good at it. It was a good thing Alexia was very independent for her age.
The door opened and Daphne looked up. Zoey appeared in the doorway and she looked both exhausted and devastated.
“Where were you?” Daphne asked insisting. “I was worried sick. I thought something happened to you. I seriously considered calling the police and the hospitals”
Zoey nodded and looked at Alexia. “Sweetie, why don’t tu go outside and pick some flowers? Mommy needs to talk to aunty Daphne”
Alexia felt something bad had happened, but she did what her mother told her. Zoey waited until Alexia had closed the door and then turned to Daphne.
“Gerard committed suicide last night” Zoey said. “I found him hanging in our bedroom”
Daphne covered her mouth. “Oh my God, that’s…awful” she said. She pulled Zoey closer and tried to console her. Zoey pushed her away softly. “I need to tell Alex” She walked outside and called Alexia.
She had left her handbag on the dresser. It was open and Gerard’s letter stuck out. Daphne’s curiosity was stronger than her morality and she pulled the envelope out of the bag. She opened the letter and read. Her eyes grew big and she gasped. When she finished she rushed outside to find Zoey.
“Where tu going to tell me this?” Daphne cried hysterical, waving the letter.
“You weren’t supposed to see that” Zoey said.
“It’s my fault!” Daphne screamed. “People are dying and it’s my fault! I killed Martin and I got Gerard to kill himself. tu have to go, before I get tu killed too”
Zoey grabbed Daphne’s arms. “Will tu calm down? It’s not your fault. Gerard just wrote that so I wouldn’t feel guilty. But I still do. I need tu to keep it together for a change. Could tu do that for me?”
Daphne stared at her with wet eyes and nodded slowly. She understood she had to be there for her sister and she would do everything she could to support her.
Cas kicked the door of their bedroom open. Daphne was sitting on parte superior, arriba of Mitch.
“Daphne” Mitch said, looking at Cas.
“Don’t worry” Daphne dicho with a heavy voice. “That’s my husband. He knows I have my needs. It’s not my fault he’s incompetent”
Mitch pushed her off of him and searched for his clothes. Cas turned around and ran downstairs.
“What are tu doing?” Daphne asked grumpy. “Come back in bed”
“Are tu completely out of your mind?” Mitch exclaimed.
“Oh, please, tu knew I was married” Daphne said.
“That was really low” Mitch said. “Get dressed. I’m done here. tu go find someone else to consider your needs”
“Come on, don’t be like that” Daphne said.
They heard an enormous crack and they jumped.
“What the hell was that?” Mitch asked.
“Daphne” Mitch said, looking at Cas.
“Don’t worry” Daphne dicho with a heavy voice. “That’s my husband. He knows I have my needs. It’s not my fault he’s incompetent”
Mitch pushed her off of him and searched for his clothes. Cas turned around and ran downstairs.
“What are tu doing?” Daphne asked grumpy. “Come back in bed”
“Are tu completely out of your mind?” Mitch exclaimed.
“Oh, please, tu knew I was married” Daphne said.
“That was really low” Mitch said. “Get dressed. I’m done here. tu go find someone else to consider your needs”
“Come on, don’t be like that” Daphne said.
They heard an enormous crack and they jumped.
“What the hell was that?” Mitch asked.
Countryster Taylor rápido, swift en zangeres adele hebben zondag elk drie Awards gewonnen op de American música Awards. rápido, swift werd uitgeroepen tot 'artiest camioneta, van het jaar'.
De 21-jarige rápido, swift nam ook de Award 'beste countryzangeres' en 'beste country album' mee naar huis. Adele, die nog tot eind dit jaar herstelt camioneta, van een keeloperatie, werd bekroond met de Awards voor 'beste Rock/pop album', 'beste vrouwelijk rock/pop artiest' en 'beste eigentijdse volwassen artiest'. Andere winnaars waren Nikcki Minaj, Bruno Mars, Rihanna, Beyonce, Lady Antebellum en Maroon 5. Ook Katy Perry kreeg een beeldje. Zij is de eerste vrouwelijke artiest die vijf nummer 1-hits scoort met 1 album. (Belga / JDH)
De 21-jarige rápido, swift nam ook de Award 'beste countryzangeres' en 'beste country album' mee naar huis. Adele, die nog tot eind dit jaar herstelt camioneta, van een keeloperatie, werd bekroond met de Awards voor 'beste Rock/pop album', 'beste vrouwelijk rock/pop artiest' en 'beste eigentijdse volwassen artiest'. Andere winnaars waren Nikcki Minaj, Bruno Mars, Rihanna, Beyonce, Lady Antebellum en Maroon 5. Ook Katy Perry kreeg een beeldje. Zij is de eerste vrouwelijke artiest die vijf nummer 1-hits scoort met 1 album. (Belga / JDH)
Cas stroked his hair and tried to keep his breathing under control. Meg didn’t understand. He needed more. He had lied about the pain being back, but he hadn’t lied about needing another dose. He opened the upper buttons of his shirt, suddenly feeling feverish.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one por one.
He leaned against the cold, marble muro and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one por one.
He leaned against the cold, marble muro and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.