Chapter 4 False complaint

Felix still didn't understand what had happened to his friend to make him dare to do such a thing. Bringing him a woman when he knew he couldn't do anything for a woman and he hated them. He would still have preferred if he had stabbed him instead of doing that. He was blind and he didn't feel able to bear a girl's look of pity on him. He didn't need to see her to know that she had just passed her twenties. It was complete rubbish. He had endured this solitude for three years which helped him count his remaining days on earth.

He had refused an operation on his legs because he knew it would lead to nothing at all. About his eyesight, he never wanted anyone to talk to him about it. He was so ashamed of himself that he had pretended to be dead because all the doctors thought that, that he would not survive given the seriousness of the accident but the tough guy that he was had refused to go through it. He sometimes regretted why he hadn't once left his life on that road that day and that way he wouldn't be babysitting a big girl. He hadn't held back from asking her to leave and he hoped that she would actually do it or if not, hewas going to take care of it personally and he knew how to do it so well. After changing his clothes with maybe two days as the shortest time, he was about to go to bed when he heard his phone ring. There weren't two people to call him because Hugo remained the only one he kept in touch with after the accident. He hoped he was calling to apologize for his stupidity.

"How is the best friend in the world?" His friend asked in his cheerful voice.

"Perhaps you would like me to tell you that I am enjoying my wife's body? Imagine that no because, the latter refused to accept me by treating me as incapable. She clearly told me that I can't even make a woman happy and you know in what sense."

Hugo did not want to believe because, even if he did not know Carmen, he could not say that the latter was capable of such cruelty. for the short time he had known him. She was gentle and very calm. He didn't want to call his friend a liar either.

"Why this silence Hugo? So you don't believe me? Do you think I would be capable of inventing such things about a kid? Frankly, if I'm not crying, it's because I'm a man, otherwise I would have broken down already. My solitude was the best thing I had. Just in one evening, she's already ruining my life."

Hugo was in pain. Everything he had done until then was not to make his friend suffer but to help him see life from a different perspective. He wanted him to still have hope of living while forgetting the past.

"Where is she, Felix?"

"I have no idea but she threatened to leave. I had to beg her for your sacrifice and even after that, I don't know if she stayed or not. Hugo, I don't want to blame you but I don't know if you made the right choice. I feel in danger with this girl and especially in my state."

"Then close your bedroom door, I want you to close it well so she can't get in, I'll come by tomorrow. Rest, my brother."

He hung up and Felix was happy. We might think it was cowardly of him when he was a man but he didn't want to have company and if that was the only way to get rid of her then he was going to use this means without any remorse.

Since his accident, every night had always been long for him because every time he closed his eyes, he kept living this nightmare from the past. It made him weak and yet he was not weak. He was still afraid because it was the moment of his life that had traumatized him the most.

He was hoping to be able to rehash his past in peace and suffer from it when he heard screams from the living room. He had asked her to leave and besides, he was supposed to be the only one in danger and not her. He told himself that it didn't cost him anything to go and see what was happening, if he was just going to listen.

Once in the living room, he used the sound of her screams to locate her and found that she was on the couch. This famous sofa was therefore his bed. He raised his hand and placed it gently in her hair. He could have pushed her to the ground or done worse but even if he hated her, he knew what it meant to have nightmares and especially when they were nightmares about our experiences. He had no pity for her, that was certain, but he just didn't want to know that in addition to his demons, there were others in him.

After a few minutes of just stroking her hair, she calmed down and thankfully didn't wake up. he returned to his room as if nothing had happened, waiting for the next day to kick her out with the help of his friend because given his distressed situation, the latter was going to understand him and put himself in his shoes. A dangerous woman could once again want to kill him and he didn't think he would have the same chances if that happened. His safety depended on his solitude and nothing else as others thought.