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Chap. Three " The guardian of your sweet dreams"

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The sun was scarce, the rain was abundant, nature also reigned in that town, as if a symbiotic relationship had been made between species, humans did not invade more than necessary in the forest and the forest provided them with the protection of their trees and the magnificent views of nature. She loved her room facing the forest and the tree near her window gave her a perfect view of her dance when the wind moved her. The school hours had already ended, the Cullen's company was the warmest the only one who had resisted was Rosalie but later she was more comfortable with his presence as ... if she were his daughter that look than just a mother she could direct her children it was strange because she ... because they had never had a mother, it had always been them and their father who had stayed a little longer than they should in school to solve some issues.

—Cute little eyes - called his brother who was leaning out the door of his room - I'm going to buy something to eat Do you want me to bring you something specific

Maureen thought about it - Only Morgan no meat....

- If I already know vegetarian food - Morgan sighed. - I'll be back in a moment, you know what ...

- Yes Morgan, the table will be set and I'll make fruit water - Morgan smirked. - Go before it gets done later.

- Okay I'll be back.

Maureen nodded before snuggling further into her covers, if they asked Maureen if she preferred the heat than the cold her response would be immediate. The cold, but the fact that he preferred it did not give him some immunity to the cold, the truth was that the three of them both the twins and Ian their father were more used to hot climates, where the only way to cool off was by bathing in a tub with ice, where shorter shorts were used than anything else. Wearing them had sentenced her, covered by her bedspreads Maureen remembered the fear, terror and paranoia, notes in her locker that alluded to what she had done the day before that told her how beautiful she was when she was in summer clothes at home , how incredible it was when she went to tame the waves next to her twin, how furious it made him that she spoke with strangers.

She shuddered, because the time that all this had lasted had been the worst of her life.

- it was my fault - whisper - not my fault ...

It wasn't her fault, it never would be, Maureen sighed, it wasn't anyone's fault or the place, or the time, or even how she was dressed. It was the fault of that evil being who believed he had the right to rule over his body, who believed himself his owner to want to touch him. She was not an object, she was not a pretty ornament, no ... Maureen, along with the thousands of women, were people, thinking beings who owned her body and mind, so simply no one can decide for them. Nothing should stop them.

- Sweetie! I'm here! - Maureen smiled happily as she got rid of the covers that covered her to run to hug her father.

Maureen hugged him hiding on his side, Ian Atlantis wrapped his arm around her while kissing her forehead - Hi Daddy ... How was it on the first day?

Ian sighed with his nose stuck in his hair - Well I can't complain though ...

- Although...? - Murmured the youngest of the Atlantis

- I felt harassed, wherever I go there is a teenager who tries to flirt with me - Ian hugged his daughter even tighter, before asking - What is a Sugar Daddy?

Maureen chuckled before looking into her father's eyes - Why does the question

—Jessica Stanley gave me a note that said, do you want to be my Sugar Daddy? - Ian frowned - According to your translation it is sweet potato or something like that but I don't know what it means for you young people.

Maureen laughed slowly before tapping her father on the shoulder. - I'll let you find out on your own.

—Maureen Elizabeth Atlantis - Ian pronounced seriously - What is a Sugar Daddy?

- A sugary benefit father of my heart. - I don't believe you ... it sounds sexual to me ... and absolutely disturbing.

Maureen laughed before going to the kitchen and taking out the necessary to make fruit water, she would leave her father with doubts and give Jessica Stanley a warning. Maureen might be cute but deep inside her was the dog who only came out when it came to protecting her family.

Maureensmiled when her brother carried her on his shoulder, she just ... had promisedMorgan that she would  sing if he did his drawing homework. Morgan was an excellent artist but a lousy singer ... high and high notes weren't her thing otherwise it was with Maureen she was talentedly good at singing but she was a disaster in arts drawing and brushes just weren't her thing. The deal was as follows, he did his art homework while Maureen sang for him to paint. Simple without complications, there was only one detail ... She had not sung since that terrifying night.

Morgan threw her sister on her bed, she squealed in surprise and gasped at the small hint of fear - Stay there Maureen don't move I'm going for opaline sheets and my pencils to paint.

Maureen nodded slightly - Okay Morgan I'll wait for you here ...

Morgan nodded before exiting her room like a devil's soul, Maureen giggled before sitting up and sighing. With feelings on the surface, Maureen walked to sit in front of the piano that her brother had given her with so much effort when she was fifteen years old, she had cried so much that day by her side the guitar that her father bought her at age 6. I sigh several times before playing some notes. His brother came slamming the door with the face of few friends.

- Don't start if my Elizabeth! - I threaten the eldest ... - A deal is a deal.

Maureen frowned - It was just a few practice notes, you are an exaggeration.

Morgan rolled his eyes and enthusiastically sat on his sister's bed with his back leaning against the head of it, next to his knees and took his pencil and looked at his sister with a smile, he knew how difficult it was for her She had stopped playing during the time where Thomas was or was harassing her but she didn't enjoy it, and after that night she never played again. But now ... with her energy revitalized and her soul less beaten, Maureen sat in front of her beloved piano. That for him was an enormous advance, something inside him told him that he was recovering his beautiful eyes, that he was pulling her out of that horrendous pool of pain and guilt in which she had sunk herself.

- I'm going to start Brother - Maureen sighed - Okay ... - the brunette gasped before muttering to herself  - You can.

The first notes were quiet and with the beginning of his song Morgan moved his pencil against the paper being guided by the melody of his sister.

>> Stand up and don't look down, you will fall, you will fall <<

Always face your fears head-on, never look down, never let yourself be seen as weak, because if you do the opposite, if we show submission and fear, we would probably be in the mud where we were thrown, we would fall, and we will let our fears rule our destiny.

>> Strong winds circle around us, we are so small, we are so small <<

We were so tiny before the great and heavy loads of hypocrisy, the taboos, the belief that man was the owner and lord of our lives danced around women like the wind oppressing them, snatching their smiles and joys.

>> I've been moving slowly, slowly, getting closer to you for you to hold me, hold me <<

The marches, the revolts and everything that all the women of the world did to defend their rights did it at a slow pace, getting closer to more surviving women of the same experience, holding on to one another so that no one fell, so that none perished.

>> I'll keep blinking on the moon, I know I'll be there very soon <<

They would keep fighting, holding on to their goal, fighting to be respected, to no longer be treated as inanimate objects. They would continue to fight and seek strength looking at the moon who protected fallen women, strong women who fought and fell in war.

>> And now it's a lonely world, but it's only for now, don't you understand dear? Resist a little longer, the end is near <<

A world devoid of good men, of men who, invaded by the strength and determination of their struggle, joined their cause, but that would not last long because more and more people joined the greater cause will be the number of warriors in his favor and less the selfish and disgusting men who thought they were the king, what did they not understand? They did not understand that that fight that had taken so many years and so many warriors were about to end, to end the massacre with victory in their favor. You just had to hold out a little longer.

>> There is nothing left to hide, when you are defenseless waiting to collide, through the flames you are by my side, we will fall together, we will fall together ... Immortalized <<

There was nothing left to hide, the atrocities of those men, the blows , the bruises should not be hidden when those blows were war scars, scars and memories of how defenseless and submissive they used to be, waiting for the moment when they would die but through that crossfire, from those burning flames women got up and did not They did it alone they incited the others to get up and protest, because if they fell, if they did not win the war it did not matter because their fight would be immortalized, and with those stories of struggle someone would rise again and a new war would start but this time victorious they would come out.

>> Long ago the echoes of a song that should have gone ahead have gone away <<

Long ago they stopped hearing the cries of lamentation and supplications of the victims, but according to the men of yesteryear those echoes should never have gone Ha! The fear is palpable on his face! How not to fear when those echoes of lament were replaced by war cries! Not one more! The millions of women shouted Not one more! Their warrior souls exclaimed Not one more! Shattered hearts screamed Not one more!

- You sing beautiful love - Maureen was startled when she saw her father in the doorway with crystallized eyes, he had believed that he would never listen to her again, that that man had taken something fundamental in the soul of his daughter that she had forced her to stop singing to stop astonishing people with her sweet voice with those beautiful notes. He was so glad he was wrong. - Never stop doing it sweetheart, yes?

Maureen nodded with a tearful smile; Maureen tried to push away that curtain of tears that she had in her eyes but knew she failed when a silent tear slid down her cheek. Morgan hugged her from behind while her father sideways the two made a shield around him an unbreakable wall where no one would be able to pass. While Maureen cried the two father and son held her close. Silently Morgan hugged her even tighter, letting her little sister vent.

- Here we are, Maureen - Morgan whispered. - No one will ever hurt you again ... I'll make sure of that.

- Thank you ... - Little Atlantis whispered. - For ... being here, for not leaving me aside.

Ian wiped away the silent tear that slid down his cheek and with a smile he said to his daughter - We will never leave you aside darling ... we will always be there for you.

Maureen smiled and thanked heaven for the family that had touched her.

Jasper Hale climbed the tree near what he supposed was Maureen's room, thanked heaven for the brown-haired woman sleeping with the window open and with a nimble jump entered the room of it. How much he had wanted to see her again, since he stopped seeing her in high school he had worried. Would she be okay? Had he eaten something? How did you feel about your move? All those questions had not left his mind so he barely saw that it was dawn, he left the Cullen residence so he could verify with his own eyes if his soul mate was alright.

Unlike Edward when smelling Bella Swan, he was not attracted to drink the chestnut's blood, not simply her smell had soothed the burning in his throat and his desire to bite a neck, as if she instead of losing control of giving control, control of the animal side that was part of his nature, control of his powers that often overwhelmed him, control of himself not to be a monster and be worthy of deserving that sweet and shy young woman who had made his dead heart beat again.

Jasper Hale avoided scanning and seeing Maureen's room in detail at all costs, since in case it was an invasion of privacy to be in her room without permission, she didn't want to see what the brunette liked, she didn't want to cheat when she tried to woo her, He would not play fair and with each day he would see how to get one more gram of information about the shy Maureen who she was from the moment she saw him in the eyes, mistress of his heart.

Jasper was startled when Maureen seemed to stir on the bed muttering incoherently, her power of empathy letting him know that something her soul dreamed of was scaring her, Jasper quickly approached and trying not to touch her icy skin to hers. She warmly stroked his hand through the covers that covered her and murmured.

- Don't be afraid ...- The murmur was so low that he doubted she would hear it through her dream but he would try to comfort her because seeing and feeling the fear in her was one of the things he couldn't bear to see on her sweetly flushed face. - I will take care of you, do not fear ...

Maureen muttered something else before she stopped moving and snuggled and snuggled even more in her warm bed, Jasper smiled at the peaceful calm that the chestnut felt, her soft rhythmic breaths and how the aroma that danced throughout the room permeated her. clothes ... his scent of sea salt and peach that he had baptized as a sea water scent. Jasper Hale was with her all night, safeguarding her sleep with soft words and innocent caresses.

Being the keeper of your sweet dreams.