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Chap. Fifteen " As broken as he."

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The sea sang for her, because the sea could not bear the heartbreaking feelings that came from her, she was always smiling, always letting the purest and most sincere energy flow. He could not bear to hear her cry, he could not bear the tears so heavy that they slid down his cheeks, his raw sadness upset him too much, but he had to keep calm, he had to sing to her so that his heart would stop hurting because he could not bear his pain. She swayed in smooth, rhythmic movements, the murmur she generated when she collided with rocks and moved across the sand produced a song that she knew only she would hear and appreciate. He knew it because she was a much gentler, wilder manifestation of himself. He felt betrayed when Poseidon asked to lock up that part of him that inhabited her Ha! Dreamer. The god did not know that she was his and that they would never separate her from him.

The more he observed the god, the more he realized something fundamental, the god was losing his essence. He was letting himself be guided by cruelty, by horror, he was losing that innocence with which he declared his lord and he had allowed himself to be commanded by him knowing that he was a noble and just warrior. Now, the god contained too much darkness.

He would not let the god dare to touch her, if that happened the god had to prepare. Because he had never lost a war, for her Sumerian to the world in darkness.

The same will happen with the human who had dared to fill his heart with nightmares full of dark whispers, Oh! He was just waiting for the right moment to attack. He never forgot and would never forgive the human for that crime, for trying to steal her. She was his, in the golden eyeshadow he could bear it, because he saw in him the sincerity of his feelings, the golden eyeshadow was strong, dangerous, a predator. He could protect her as long as she walked in the human world.

He stopped his singing when he heard her scream while crying kneeling in the softness of the sand, he was upset because she was crying. He stopped the gentle movement of the waves to begin to show his strength, he would absorb his pain, he would turn his fury into furious waves, his tears would be the beginning of a storm as dangerous as himself. His pain was even more painful than that gray liquid that humans dumped on him, more painful than all the human damage he took day after day. What had made the gentle and kind girl with whom he shared a soul so sad?

And while she was crying, the ocean took charge of protecting her and singing for her to calm down. She made her waves rise and the force of the waves multiplied her forces, and with her breeze hid the aroma of her heart, no one would get too close to the area where she was, everyone feared her furious force, except her.

She who was a gentle and gentle manifestation of a force as ancient as the world.

Her fight, the one she had carried out even when her legs were trembling, even when the lump in her throat threatened not to let her speak, even when the world insisted on looking at her with displeasure, she was afraid and more than once I wanted to give up, leave all that legal dispute, after the first call to trial, she wanted so much to see, she remained silent. So many people judging her, people who didn't know and were still sitting around commenting on the matter. They couldn't see how much pain was on his skin, how many demons they had decided to dwell in his dreams.

So much pain, so many tears, so much sacrifice. For the man who had filled his world with dark colors to walk free through the streets. So much pain that he was only locked up for a few months, free with the possibility of hurting another girl, free to enjoy the breeze from the sea, he was a bloody criminal who walked quietly through the streets. Why? Why was this happening to her, was the attempted rape not enough, were the nightmares and traumas not enough? Now the monster that had tried to possess her was free to harm someone else. What if he decided to finish what he had started in that alley? Nothing, no one would stop the monster that justice had let loose, they lived their privileges, they were free, they were masters of their destiny. Maureen saw the furious waves hit the rocks that shook against that titanic force, less than half an hour ago the sea seemed happy and calm while its murmurs tried to calm her, but her pain could not be calmed, her fears could not be overcome in so In a short time, his wound that he thought had begun to heal was now bleeding again.

Morgan, his brother, his twin, the person that he would trust until his life had lied to him, hidden a truth that he had the right to hear, he and his father were silent instead of looking into her eyes and saying, Jasper joined the list of people he didn't want to see right now. The soldier, whom she was beginning to love with an unhealthy madness, the man to whom she had exposed her broken heart, he had also lied to her.

She had a right to know, she would have preferred the raw truth to a sweet lie that just hurt her more. They did not understand, they did not understand the severity of a wound that they would never suffer. What would they know if they have never felt the knot of fear? What would they know if they would never be subjected to a will that was not their own? What did they know of pain if they never saw their life taken over by a man who had simply decided he owned it? They wanted to protect her, they had muttered, Ha! Protect her?

If protecting her meant locking her in a cage with no possibilities to fly, she didn't want protection, didn't they understand that living in fear was not living? She could not shut herself in, even if her legs were shaking, even if the lump in her throat refused to go away, fear should not rule her life, she should grab fear by the hand and continue.

Maureen was startled when her cell phone began to ring, she did not want to talk to anyone, they made her feel weak and fragile that they had not told her the truth, as if she could not bear the news, she knew long before that he was not going to be around for long in jail. She found out when Thomas's mother offered her half a million dollars to drop the lawsuit, just after the mother learned that her five attorneys could do nothing against overwhelming evidence.

<<< - I offer you half a million dollars and a beautiful house in whatever state you decide to go to after you declare that my son did nothing to you - Maureen was sitting on the sand of a beach that only the original inhabitants knew and that no tourist dared to step on, the waves were too furious in that area - Do you know what you could do with so much money? Travel, luxury, pay for the best schools, help your family. You just have to give up.

The elegant woman did not understand that wounds like the one her son had done were indelible, tears slid down her cheeks, because the woman who had considered her mother refused to accept that her son was a criminal. Should I accept? Give up and leave? With that money he could pay his brother the best college, he could take burdens off Ian.

- Maureen, daughter. - Eyes bathed in affection, but for some reason, Maureen could no longer see the sincerity of the loving feeling, only a mask of manipulation, simply a desperate mother that her son did not step in jail and that she would be able to do anything for her son - Because of the affection we have for each other, accept my offer.

Maureen looked at the woman, would that be the right thing to do? prevent the son of this woman involved in politics from going to jail. What was the worst thing that could happen if he accepted? Boom! A furious wave hit the rocks on the shore of the beach, that savagery that the waves showed now she had never seen, Maureen wanted to be one of those waves, so strong, so wild, so incapable of being tamed.

"You are the heart of the sea; you are its reflection"

- No ma'am. What his son did is a crime, the wounds he made continue to bleed, the traumas, the nightmares. That is not erased with half a million and will never be erased. You argue I support the woman and are asking me to stop my fight - Maureen looked at the woman who now only looked at her with rancor - No, I will not give up until Thomas gets his punishment.

The lady snorted - Get ready then to lose, because between power and justice power weighs more and let me tell you Maureen I have the power.

- I am not the one who is desperate enough to offer half a million - Maureen looked at the waves, if she was the reflection of the sea then she would be strong enough to support the weight of their fight. It would be strong as the waves were now. - If you are able to offer so much money, it is because you are about to lose. >>>

Her cell phone rang again, Rosalie's name was the one that appeared on the screen. Maybe she could understand it, Maureen thought. But maybe it was Jasper dialing his sister's cell phone, he answered, but he didn't speak. He would make sure who spoke was Rosalie and not the lying soldier with the suffering face.

- Maureen? - Rosalie's soft voice was heard through the line - Mau? Talk to me, everyone is worried.

- Are they there? - Maureen pouted trying to get the tears that were accumulating in her eyes again - Are they listening?

- Not

"He lies to you"

- You're lying to me - The clarity of that thought that was not hers puzzled her - Why do you try so hard to see my stupid face?

- Maureen, please. - Jasper sounded too distressed - Come back and let's talk.

- Bye, Jasper. - I mutter, before cutting her call.

Didn't they understand? She fought daily against her fears, she fought against the demons that tormented her in her dreams, against the anxiety that the male population generated to see her as merchandise, she fought against the knot of paralyzing fear when she saw that someone wanted to touch her or place the arm on his shoulders, he fought for an opportunity in society, he fought against the super because he always tried to flirt with him, he fought against his neighbor because he had already realized his intentions.

She was his hero, not the victim. Yes, maybe opening her wings and taking flight is difficult, after all her wings were broken, but she refused to stay tied to the ground, she refused to let the demons that were chasing her win, she would have to defeat them, defeat her own fears and perhaps that way he could dominate his enemies.

Maureen sighed, wiped her tears, sighed, took her backpack and started walking to leave La Push. She had to go and make one thing clear to the three most important men in her life, she could be a woman, physically weaker, smaller than average, she could be a sweet lyric dancer, she could be a kind musician with her songs, but if necessary it would turn into a storm, one strong enough for his enemies to wonder twice about wanting to go for his jugular and if Thomas Rivel dared to step on Forks he better prepare for mayhem, because just like He danced softly with the breeze, he also danced with the chaos of storms and if he dared to stand up to her he would make the ocean leave no memory of him, terrifying coming from an innocent mind, but there was something that had changed in Maureen.

No, nothing had changed, she was still the same girl with bright colors, just ...

A superior force within her, fastened with chains of such strong metal, began to fight for freedom, that part of herself bound began to enrage by the confinement, that part of the ocean that lived in her, that portion of the soul that she shared with he was starting to get angry.

O gods of Olympus! They must beware of that force! Her savagery, her titanic strength, had to be taken care of so as not to harm her, because to make her bleed would mean unleashing chaos.

The chaos of an entity as old as the world that so savagely loved the gentle and kind girl who was as broken as he was.