1. The Last Flight Chapter 11


    Date: 5/19/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    The sound of my scream brought nurses running from whatever they were doing. I was staring at the door, terrified of who I could see. Two of the nurses came to my side, speaking gently, trying to calm me but I couldn't understand them. I was shaking and whispering to myself. “It's a dream, it's a dream,” over and over. Françoise appeared beside me. “Karen,” she pleaded, “What is it? What is wrong?” I pointed an unsteady finger at the man by the door, the man with the now sad face. “Françoise,” I said, “tell me it's a dream, please... ” “No, my dear, you are not asleep. What is wrong?” “That man, by the door. Do you see him?” She looked in the direction I was pointing. “Yes, I see him. Why? What has he done?” “Ask him...” I could hardly breathe now and the words came it in short, shaky breaths, “Ask him who he is.” Françoise frowned and turned slowly towards the figure who now had a small tear hanging from his eyelid. “Monsieur, qui etes-vous?” she asked him. “Who are you?” “Madam, Je m'appelle Albert Farmer. Je suis le pere de Karen,” he replied sadly. “He says he is your father,” she said carefully. “No, he can't be! My father is dead!” I remembered vividly the day my Mum received the telegram informing us of his death. “Karen, I will talk to him but you must calm down.” Françoise' voice was so soothing that already I was beginning to breathe more easily but my heart was still pounding like a hammer. I swallowed and took a deep breath and tried so hard to tell myself ...
    there was nothing wrong and there was an easy explanation but I couldn't do it. My heart was beating so fast I began to feel dizzy. I felt as though the room was beginning to fade and the voices became distant, and vague. I felt both hot and sick at the same time. “Karen, Karen.” A distant voice and a gentle movement on my arm. I felt hot and my whole body tingled as the voice became clearer. “Karen...” I felt a cool, wet cloth dabbing at my brow and I opened my eyes to see Françoise looking down at me, a look of concern on her pretty face. “Ah, she said, “You are back with us.” “Where is he?” I whispered, afraid of what she may say. “Was it another nightmare?” Françoise smiled gently. “No, Karen, it wasn't a dream.” “Then he is an imposter, a liar! My father is dead!” I felt an anger rising inside me. “Why would someone do that?” “Don't get upset,” she said, “I don't want you to faint again. I will go and speak to him and find out the truth, yes?” “No!” I squeezed her hand tightly, “Please don't leave me alone!” “There will be a nurse here, don't worry,” her voice calm and reassuring. “Alright,” I agreed but try as I may I could not stop myself trembling. I waited for what seemed a lifetime. I couldn't keep still, my hands clasping and releasing then fingers tapping rapidly on the hard mattress edge. The nurse whom Françoise had left to watch me came to my side. “I get you a drink? Mademoiselle, Thé ou Café?” “No, please, don't leave me alone,” I pleaded with her, “Stay until ...
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