1. The Last Flight Chapter 11


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

    Françoise returns. Please?” She nodded and returned to her seat while I just sat upright, tense and trembling. No thoughts were running through my head. I was incapable of rational thinking and my mind was a blank, a million things spinning so fast that they were unrecognisable and all I wanted was to not be alone. The clock must be broken, surely. I had looked at it so many times and yet the minute hand had moved so little. “The clock,” I said to the nurse, unable to check my impatience. “Pardon?” she replied, frowning with incomprehension. The clock,” I repeated, pointing to it this time, “It is, erm...” Oh damn, what was the word? “Arreté?” The nearest I could remember for stopped. The young nursed smiled gently. “Oh, non, Mademoiselle, it ees, 'ow you say, OK?” I nodded agreement and cursed a little under my breath which, to the nurse, probably just sounded like a growl as she looked at me with pity in her jade green eyes. It seemed as though a week had passed when, eventually, Françoise returned. I looked, no, stared at her, pleading silently to tell me. She didn't waste any time. “I think he is telling the truth,” she said, “I think he is your father.” I slumped back onto the pillow, groaning. “Nooo... My father is dead. It cannot be him.” “We have talked at length, Karen. I think, if you feel you can, that you should see him and let him explain it himself.” I glared at her. “My father was a mean and violent man. Why should I care what he has to say?!” “That is your ...
    choice, of course,” she replied, “but if you want my advice I would say at least give him the chance to talk.” She paused then, before adding, “I think you will be surprised.” “You don't know how he treated my mother!” I hissed at her, “Or me if I had let him,” I added as an afterthought. “He told me,” she replied almost matter of factly. “Did he?” I replied sarcastically, “And did he tell you how he beat her? I doubt it very much!” Françoise didn't alter her expression, even a little, when she answered: “Yes, actually he did.” She took my hand and held it tightly. “I know it is difficult, Karen, especially now but I think you should at least listen to what he has to say. I will stay with you if you wish.” Inside, I was seething with anger but, as I looked at the sweet face before me, her eyes imploring, I felt that anger slowly recede. “Françoise, I have only known you a few days and yet, somehow, I trust you with my life.” She smiled, the little lines around her eyes so attractive. “If you think it is the right thing for me to do,” I continued, “Then I will.” “Good,” she said with another smile and a nod, “but first we will make you comfortable.” The other nurse came over and between them they straightened the bed covers, brushed my hair and generally tidied me up. As they worked I asked about Jemima. “She is fine, Karen,” Françoise told me. “She has a room like this one.” Finally, I was ready. “Are you sure about him, Françoise?” I asked one last time. “No, how could I be,” ...
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