A/N: Hello everybody who reviewed! And the ones who arrive in the story,
lol. Whoa, I'm impressed, I didn't expect to receive so many reviews for
one chapter! You're wonderful!
Let me explain my habits: I love to reply to reviews... it's actually
rather scary how long my replies can get (for anyone who wants to see an
insane amount of rambling, check out the latest chapter of my HP story, the
replies are just... well, no comment). All this to say, don't worry about
writing very long reviews, you would entertain me by doing so! Lol.
Jesika090: thanks for loving my style, it means a lot when people actually say they love the way I write and not just my ideas. I update, I update! There will be much more! I'm a sucker for very long stories...
Sabrine: Well, I hope you'll like whatever is coming! SARCASM RULES! Muahahahaha... there's no such thing as sarcasm! Lorelei is funny, but Rory... there's this sarcasm thing that Lorelei doesn't have, it's great!
GOOFYGIRL: welcome to my insane little world, goofygirl! I like your name, lol. I'll really try to update frequently, I hope it'll be approximatively once a week but I can't promise anything.
Fire'N'Ice: OMG, I can't believe you reviewed it when you already have ranted in emails about the whole chapter for like weeks, lol. And made some insane comments, too. I'm sorry I've been obliged to keep them out of the text, I love them... Well, if Madz doesn't read the reviews, you've just been talking to no one again, it's really no new thing, lol. NO, not the TSAD story! *rocks back and forth* Draco is NOT evil, you hear me? It's wrong! Alec, please, screw! *sheepish smile* ARGH... you're awful. Of course we rule everything, hmmpf! We're the TWIN RULERS! Muahahahahaha... Ok, movin' on *innocent smirk*
Jazz14: yep, poor Tristan. You can say it. You're gonna say it again. And again. Sry! *evil grin* this fic is honestly not going on the happy path, well, not for now... Anyway, speaking about something else: I'm updating! Hurrah, the flags fly high on the mast... *insane grin*
Smile1: Hey! How are you! I hope you update your story soon, I'm getting rather impatient, lol. I've read your profile and there's something very wrong. You do NOT lack talent! You hear me? So you're gonna change that profile of yours and say that Almighty Cinnamon Angel says that you have talent! Go now! Thanks for saying my writing is excellent, I hope it is around good, you're flattering me...
Chilton Puff: oh oh... so you think you know, huh? Go figure, I know that plot is predictable! But I still hope you're going to like it. I write more, I write more... he he he!
Professional Scatterbrain: I love that part too! I think you're gonna like Lorelei's part in this chapter... Well, at least I hope so! Oh, I've just gone to see your profile and I see you have Katie/Oliver stories! I've to read them, I had a craving for these stories yesterday. Gonna check them out tonight...
MaryAnne: you thought well, I'm French, and I've never lived in an English speaking country. Lol, I'll ask her, but she's stubborn, he he he... What scenes do you think are rushed? It would help if you could point them out so I can work on that.
Lildevil: thanks for the comments, I'll try to improve the awkward sentences thing, I hope I can. I post, I post... lol. I'll try to post a chapter a week, I hope I manage to.
iHEARTlucasscott: Yep, Ria is Tristan's lil sis... Oh, a coffee addict! I love you! I'm generally waaaay too caffeinated for my friends to follow me in my insanity, he he he! Oh, I've just seen in your profile that you're becoming enthralled with Draco/Ginny pairing... It's my fav one in HP, they belong together!
Madz: God, I couldn't believe that you reviewed! I mean, you've already ranted a lot about it... He he he, you couldn't help it, huh? Telling them all that you had the special privilege of reading it in advance. It wasn't my first one, but well, you've got the longest one so far! I'm writing SOAA 4! I'm just in the beginning for now, but I've got ideas. I loved your comments on chapter 3 though, it made me laugh. Update LS before I go insane! Duh, I told you it would be dedicated to you! Merci pour ton support! TRORY FOREVER!
Anonymous-reviewer-who-hasn't-left-any-name: Thanks! I love Ria to death, I think she's the best character I've created so far! I'm updating, and I hope you find your way back to this story!
Disclaimer: Today, I own only Ria. *sob* there's no more cookies in the damn house. Oh, but soon, I'll own a cup of tea too! Now, I'm still desperately deep in Neverland, where I own Tristan, but I guess I'm in a hopeless situation. *sigh*
A/N again: Sorry again about any mistake, awkward sentences etc. I'm French, annoying and stubborn. Other than that, I hope you like it! Oh, I nearly forgot to tell you! I'm sorry if you don't like the pov switching, I like to use it in my fics.
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Chapter two: morning thoughts, cookies, and dark evenings.
*Tristan pov*
When I wake up in the morning, it's only 5. I don't sleep much, it only gives me nightmares, and when I'm awake, laying in bed just brings too many thoughts that I try to push in a corner of my mind the rest of the day. Memories, mostly. Past hurts too much to be moved again. But it always happens. In the morning, my mind roams through them, making them move, animate. Things come up again, it haunts me. So even if it's bloody early, I get up.
Ria still sleeps peacefully. I'm glad that she can. I put all my energy in that. I so want her to have a different life from me. I want to get her out of this place before I see the flicker in her eyes extinguish. Damn, I'm getting emotional now, it's not a good thing. It's Saturday, there's no school to get out of here. Nothing to change my mind. Two days to haunt this cold house.
We're nearly in the middle of December. Like always around this time of the year, everything is crashing down. I used to love this time of the year, with the joy filling the air and the snow finally coming. I used to walk in the fields with my mom. I used to do so many things that are obsolete for me now. I hate it now. The ephemeral snowflakes that die in my hand remind me of what I've lost. Mom. A mere memory, fading away in the mist of my mind. It seems such a long time that she left. It was a 16th December. Ria's birth.
And I've held on her life to stay on the surface. I feel like I'm soon going to drown in the icy waters of pain if I lose her. My little sister, my sunshine. It seems rather pathetic. But my life is pathetic. A lie, a huge act. A made-up tale for the oh so great Chilton society. I can't help laugh bitterly when I recall a few things that I heard. "Tristan always has it the easy way." "Yeah, always had anything he wanted." "Gee, I switch places with him whenever he wants." Damn, you want my place, you can get it. Free of charges. I'm so sick of it. If it wasn't for Ria, I wouldn't already be there anymore.
Sometimes I still cry when I think back of the times when Mom was there. When Dad still loved me. When we were a family and all had sense. But it's all gone, and Dad blames it on Ria. He makes her cry with his horrible comments on how we were happy before her. And I stand for her. Then it all breaks down and violence gets up. When the scattered dish across the room screams his anger. When his kicks make me cough blood on the kitchen floor.
I'm so worried he might do that to Ria. I already hate when she's there when I happen to be beaten, so I don't think I could bear her being hurt by him. Two more years and I can leave. Then I take her with me, and we never come back in this hell. Two bloody years. It seems like two centuries instead, but it's the only way. I have to save my little angel.
I try to think what could bring us out of this hellhole. Dad is going to drink all day long, mourning over the loss, and eventually will become violent. I try to avoid being at home as much as possible at this time of the year. But on the other hand, I don't know where to hide. The Christmas joy everywhere around makes me want to throw up. We never had a decent Christmas after Mom's death. Ria doesn't understand why we don't, and it hurts her when her little schoolmates share their holidays and compare what they got for the occasion. I always offered her something, but Christmas is not just presents.
When Ria gets up, she asks me if we can go to the Mall. I don't want to. I hate the crowd, I hate it during Christmas period. I feel opressed and I've got a nagging pain in my stomach. But I can't say no to Ria; I know she has me wrapped around her finger, but what can I say, I love her more than everything. We leave quite early. I don't leave any message for Dad: he doesn't care.
When we get there, the crowd is already dense. Ria drags me everywhere, she's excited by all the colours and the chattering. I smile at her and hold on, it could be far worse, we could have stayed home. Near the end of the afternoon, I finally manage to make her sit down somewhere to have a hot chocolate. That's when I spot her. Rory Gilmore. She's with her mother, bagboy and that other girl, Lane, I think. They are all happy and seem to laugh endlessly. I envy them. I can't help bitterness to come back.
"Do you know them?" asks Ria with her mouth full of cookie. I turn back my attention to her.
"Who?"
"The people who laugh over there," she says, pointing in the direction of Rory.
"Yeah. The girl with the long brown hair is in my year at school."
"Why don't you go and say hello, then?"
I smile at her. "She hates me."
Ria looks at me awestruck. "How can she? Nobody can hate you! You're the nicest brother on Earth!" with that, she slips from her seat and head in their direction. Oh no, Bloody hell! I run after her and manage to catch her just before she reaches the group. However, she squeaks and it makes them look back.
"Hello Tristan," says Rory, rolling her eyes. Dean stares at me with contempt, Lane with an amused expression and Rory's mother with wide eyes. Ria grins evilly at me as she slips her hand in mine.
"Hey."
I receive a kick in the ribs and look down at a frowning Ria. "Is that all? Can't you think of anything else?" she then turns to Rory. "I'm Ria. Tristan's sister. Sorry for him, he lacks conversation." It's my turn to roll my eyes at her, but I'm quite amused. I would nearly forget my sullenness.
Rory laughs. "Well, nice to meet you, Ria; I'm Rory. Don't worry, I'm used to your annoying brother."
"Ok, we have to go," I say quickly before Ria can start on the hatred topic. "See you on Monday, Mary. And don't forget my history notes." I smirk as we turn to leave. When we're outside, Ria looks at me with her eyebrows raised. "Why do you call her Mary? I thought her name was Rory." I laugh at that as we head to the car that will get us back to Ice palace.
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*Lorelei's pov*
And here we are, facing a gorgeous boy and then, Rory drawls lazily a plain "Hello Tristan". At that, my mind races. I didn't know my brain cells could be so active in fact. Tristan. As in Chilton's evil king? The boy that has been annoying my daughter since she started to attend that medieval torture chamber? How in Brad Pitt's name can she have forgotten to tell me that he was that handsome?
We head for some coffee and sit down on a bench. I still can't get over the fact that Rory forgot to mention such an important detail. I don't think I've ever seen more beautiful blue eyes.
"Mom?"
And how he was with his sister! I can't imagine this boy being cocky and a snobbish little prat. Surely, he has a strange behaviour. Maybe he's from another planet and his customs are different? Ah ah, maybe he is ET's little brother. Or he is a StarTreck actor on the loose...
"MOM!"
I snap from internal rambling as Rory shouts at me.
"What?"
"Are you ok? You haven't said anything since we met Spawn of Satan. It's rather freaky."
"Ah ah, let's speak about him, by the way! Haven't you failed to tell me something really fundamental about him? Huh? But who gave me such a deceitful daughter?" I add in a melodramatic tone. The three kids all look at me as if I needed a padded room. I hold my coffee spoon high in the air while answering at my own question.
"Well, maybe that he so looks like a Greek god that he could be worshipped by Hartford's whole feminine population?"
Rory rolls her eyes at me as Dean and Lane snicker in their coffee paper cups.
"Mom, it's Tristan you're rambling about." She replies in a bored tone. I hit her on the nose with my spoon.
"Exactly, Tristan, with pacific blue eyes, perfect complexion, divine body, and a smile that would make the North Pole's ices melt in five seconds!"
"Mom, ice never takes a plural form." My unreliable daughter counters coolly. A sudden urge to bang my head on something hard invades me.
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When Tristan and Ria arrived at the house, it was all silent. Nothing could be heard, like all life was silenced by a cold blanket along the deserted halls of the mansion. Suddenly the sound of a glass crashing echoed through the rooms. Shuffled steps could be heard coming quickly toward the two kids and Tristan kneeled down in front of his sister.
"Listen to me, Ria. You go to your room, and you lock the door. Don't open it to anyone but me. Go now!"
The little girl started to run toward the staircase and disappeared after a last look at her brother. She was aware of what would happen to him, but she was too scared to argue. The boy waited till he heard the lock of her door upstairs. The steps were now close. Tristan's heart was racing. He knew that his father had drunk at least two bottles of whiskey; he knew that the evening would be spent trying to patch himself up; he knew his day wasn't exactly improving. A loud crash emanated from the other side of the door. 'Probably another vase we won't have to clean anymore,' thought a worried Tristan.
The door was finally smashed open by a drunk and angry Charles Dugrey. The man was panting and his face was red. Tristan took a step backward, unconsciously.
"You! Where is Victoria? Little monster, she killed her, she killed my Angela. But you protect her! I hate you, you hear me. Both of you will end in Hell. IN HELL!" the man howled, spiting in his rage.
The following minutes were atrocious. Like always, Tristan tried to get away from the dangerous man. Like always, he tried to stand against him, but it was no use. Charles Dugrey was built like a tank while Tristan was rather thin. Like always, the teenager ended being thrown against a wall and then sprawled on the floor. Once he was in this position, he knew he was lost. Kicks and punches would break on his body, cracking his ribs, bruising his skin, scratching his flesh. Tristan could only pray that his father was too drunk to think about his belt and the way he could use it against the boy. But of course, Charles Dugrey still had enough conscience to remember what would hurt his son most. The leather belt, with the silver carved buckle.
At each whip, Tristan winced. He could feel his back be torn, the blood drip from the wounds. The burning of the torn tissues. He already had suffered it many times, but each beating always seemed worse than the last one. Like he was becoming weaker after each blow. He buried his head in his hands to hide his tears. Biting his lip harder and harder till his mouth was full of blood, as the belt came into contact with his skin. He shut his eyes tightly as if it would stop the pain from rushing through his body. But it only brought some images to his mind. Images of a warm mall, filled with happy people. The lights illuminating the colourful alleys. The taste of hot chocolate, the smell of Ria's favorite cookies. A laughing girl with brown hair and blue eyes surrounded by an equally laughing group. All Tristan could see was Rory Gilmore laughing with her mother and it was at least as painful as the leather tearing his back.
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I told you it wasn't going to be the happiest fic. Well, you liked it, then REVIEW! You see that lavender button on the left bottom corner of your screen? You only have to click on it, that's all... then, RAMBLE!
Jesika090: thanks for loving my style, it means a lot when people actually say they love the way I write and not just my ideas. I update, I update! There will be much more! I'm a sucker for very long stories...
Sabrine: Well, I hope you'll like whatever is coming! SARCASM RULES! Muahahahaha... there's no such thing as sarcasm! Lorelei is funny, but Rory... there's this sarcasm thing that Lorelei doesn't have, it's great!
GOOFYGIRL: welcome to my insane little world, goofygirl! I like your name, lol. I'll really try to update frequently, I hope it'll be approximatively once a week but I can't promise anything.
Fire'N'Ice: OMG, I can't believe you reviewed it when you already have ranted in emails about the whole chapter for like weeks, lol. And made some insane comments, too. I'm sorry I've been obliged to keep them out of the text, I love them... Well, if Madz doesn't read the reviews, you've just been talking to no one again, it's really no new thing, lol. NO, not the TSAD story! *rocks back and forth* Draco is NOT evil, you hear me? It's wrong! Alec, please, screw! *sheepish smile* ARGH... you're awful. Of course we rule everything, hmmpf! We're the TWIN RULERS! Muahahahahaha... Ok, movin' on *innocent smirk*
Jazz14: yep, poor Tristan. You can say it. You're gonna say it again. And again. Sry! *evil grin* this fic is honestly not going on the happy path, well, not for now... Anyway, speaking about something else: I'm updating! Hurrah, the flags fly high on the mast... *insane grin*
Smile1: Hey! How are you! I hope you update your story soon, I'm getting rather impatient, lol. I've read your profile and there's something very wrong. You do NOT lack talent! You hear me? So you're gonna change that profile of yours and say that Almighty Cinnamon Angel says that you have talent! Go now! Thanks for saying my writing is excellent, I hope it is around good, you're flattering me...
Chilton Puff: oh oh... so you think you know, huh? Go figure, I know that plot is predictable! But I still hope you're going to like it. I write more, I write more... he he he!
Professional Scatterbrain: I love that part too! I think you're gonna like Lorelei's part in this chapter... Well, at least I hope so! Oh, I've just gone to see your profile and I see you have Katie/Oliver stories! I've to read them, I had a craving for these stories yesterday. Gonna check them out tonight...
MaryAnne: you thought well, I'm French, and I've never lived in an English speaking country. Lol, I'll ask her, but she's stubborn, he he he... What scenes do you think are rushed? It would help if you could point them out so I can work on that.
Lildevil: thanks for the comments, I'll try to improve the awkward sentences thing, I hope I can. I post, I post... lol. I'll try to post a chapter a week, I hope I manage to.
iHEARTlucasscott: Yep, Ria is Tristan's lil sis... Oh, a coffee addict! I love you! I'm generally waaaay too caffeinated for my friends to follow me in my insanity, he he he! Oh, I've just seen in your profile that you're becoming enthralled with Draco/Ginny pairing... It's my fav one in HP, they belong together!
Madz: God, I couldn't believe that you reviewed! I mean, you've already ranted a lot about it... He he he, you couldn't help it, huh? Telling them all that you had the special privilege of reading it in advance. It wasn't my first one, but well, you've got the longest one so far! I'm writing SOAA 4! I'm just in the beginning for now, but I've got ideas. I loved your comments on chapter 3 though, it made me laugh. Update LS before I go insane! Duh, I told you it would be dedicated to you! Merci pour ton support! TRORY FOREVER!
Anonymous-reviewer-who-hasn't-left-any-name: Thanks! I love Ria to death, I think she's the best character I've created so far! I'm updating, and I hope you find your way back to this story!
Disclaimer: Today, I own only Ria. *sob* there's no more cookies in the damn house. Oh, but soon, I'll own a cup of tea too! Now, I'm still desperately deep in Neverland, where I own Tristan, but I guess I'm in a hopeless situation. *sigh*
A/N again: Sorry again about any mistake, awkward sentences etc. I'm French, annoying and stubborn. Other than that, I hope you like it! Oh, I nearly forgot to tell you! I'm sorry if you don't like the pov switching, I like to use it in my fics.
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Chapter two: morning thoughts, cookies, and dark evenings.
*Tristan pov*
When I wake up in the morning, it's only 5. I don't sleep much, it only gives me nightmares, and when I'm awake, laying in bed just brings too many thoughts that I try to push in a corner of my mind the rest of the day. Memories, mostly. Past hurts too much to be moved again. But it always happens. In the morning, my mind roams through them, making them move, animate. Things come up again, it haunts me. So even if it's bloody early, I get up.
Ria still sleeps peacefully. I'm glad that she can. I put all my energy in that. I so want her to have a different life from me. I want to get her out of this place before I see the flicker in her eyes extinguish. Damn, I'm getting emotional now, it's not a good thing. It's Saturday, there's no school to get out of here. Nothing to change my mind. Two days to haunt this cold house.
We're nearly in the middle of December. Like always around this time of the year, everything is crashing down. I used to love this time of the year, with the joy filling the air and the snow finally coming. I used to walk in the fields with my mom. I used to do so many things that are obsolete for me now. I hate it now. The ephemeral snowflakes that die in my hand remind me of what I've lost. Mom. A mere memory, fading away in the mist of my mind. It seems such a long time that she left. It was a 16th December. Ria's birth.
And I've held on her life to stay on the surface. I feel like I'm soon going to drown in the icy waters of pain if I lose her. My little sister, my sunshine. It seems rather pathetic. But my life is pathetic. A lie, a huge act. A made-up tale for the oh so great Chilton society. I can't help laugh bitterly when I recall a few things that I heard. "Tristan always has it the easy way." "Yeah, always had anything he wanted." "Gee, I switch places with him whenever he wants." Damn, you want my place, you can get it. Free of charges. I'm so sick of it. If it wasn't for Ria, I wouldn't already be there anymore.
Sometimes I still cry when I think back of the times when Mom was there. When Dad still loved me. When we were a family and all had sense. But it's all gone, and Dad blames it on Ria. He makes her cry with his horrible comments on how we were happy before her. And I stand for her. Then it all breaks down and violence gets up. When the scattered dish across the room screams his anger. When his kicks make me cough blood on the kitchen floor.
I'm so worried he might do that to Ria. I already hate when she's there when I happen to be beaten, so I don't think I could bear her being hurt by him. Two more years and I can leave. Then I take her with me, and we never come back in this hell. Two bloody years. It seems like two centuries instead, but it's the only way. I have to save my little angel.
I try to think what could bring us out of this hellhole. Dad is going to drink all day long, mourning over the loss, and eventually will become violent. I try to avoid being at home as much as possible at this time of the year. But on the other hand, I don't know where to hide. The Christmas joy everywhere around makes me want to throw up. We never had a decent Christmas after Mom's death. Ria doesn't understand why we don't, and it hurts her when her little schoolmates share their holidays and compare what they got for the occasion. I always offered her something, but Christmas is not just presents.
When Ria gets up, she asks me if we can go to the Mall. I don't want to. I hate the crowd, I hate it during Christmas period. I feel opressed and I've got a nagging pain in my stomach. But I can't say no to Ria; I know she has me wrapped around her finger, but what can I say, I love her more than everything. We leave quite early. I don't leave any message for Dad: he doesn't care.
When we get there, the crowd is already dense. Ria drags me everywhere, she's excited by all the colours and the chattering. I smile at her and hold on, it could be far worse, we could have stayed home. Near the end of the afternoon, I finally manage to make her sit down somewhere to have a hot chocolate. That's when I spot her. Rory Gilmore. She's with her mother, bagboy and that other girl, Lane, I think. They are all happy and seem to laugh endlessly. I envy them. I can't help bitterness to come back.
"Do you know them?" asks Ria with her mouth full of cookie. I turn back my attention to her.
"Who?"
"The people who laugh over there," she says, pointing in the direction of Rory.
"Yeah. The girl with the long brown hair is in my year at school."
"Why don't you go and say hello, then?"
I smile at her. "She hates me."
Ria looks at me awestruck. "How can she? Nobody can hate you! You're the nicest brother on Earth!" with that, she slips from her seat and head in their direction. Oh no, Bloody hell! I run after her and manage to catch her just before she reaches the group. However, she squeaks and it makes them look back.
"Hello Tristan," says Rory, rolling her eyes. Dean stares at me with contempt, Lane with an amused expression and Rory's mother with wide eyes. Ria grins evilly at me as she slips her hand in mine.
"Hey."
I receive a kick in the ribs and look down at a frowning Ria. "Is that all? Can't you think of anything else?" she then turns to Rory. "I'm Ria. Tristan's sister. Sorry for him, he lacks conversation." It's my turn to roll my eyes at her, but I'm quite amused. I would nearly forget my sullenness.
Rory laughs. "Well, nice to meet you, Ria; I'm Rory. Don't worry, I'm used to your annoying brother."
"Ok, we have to go," I say quickly before Ria can start on the hatred topic. "See you on Monday, Mary. And don't forget my history notes." I smirk as we turn to leave. When we're outside, Ria looks at me with her eyebrows raised. "Why do you call her Mary? I thought her name was Rory." I laugh at that as we head to the car that will get us back to Ice palace.
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*Lorelei's pov*
And here we are, facing a gorgeous boy and then, Rory drawls lazily a plain "Hello Tristan". At that, my mind races. I didn't know my brain cells could be so active in fact. Tristan. As in Chilton's evil king? The boy that has been annoying my daughter since she started to attend that medieval torture chamber? How in Brad Pitt's name can she have forgotten to tell me that he was that handsome?
We head for some coffee and sit down on a bench. I still can't get over the fact that Rory forgot to mention such an important detail. I don't think I've ever seen more beautiful blue eyes.
"Mom?"
And how he was with his sister! I can't imagine this boy being cocky and a snobbish little prat. Surely, he has a strange behaviour. Maybe he's from another planet and his customs are different? Ah ah, maybe he is ET's little brother. Or he is a StarTreck actor on the loose...
"MOM!"
I snap from internal rambling as Rory shouts at me.
"What?"
"Are you ok? You haven't said anything since we met Spawn of Satan. It's rather freaky."
"Ah ah, let's speak about him, by the way! Haven't you failed to tell me something really fundamental about him? Huh? But who gave me such a deceitful daughter?" I add in a melodramatic tone. The three kids all look at me as if I needed a padded room. I hold my coffee spoon high in the air while answering at my own question.
"Well, maybe that he so looks like a Greek god that he could be worshipped by Hartford's whole feminine population?"
Rory rolls her eyes at me as Dean and Lane snicker in their coffee paper cups.
"Mom, it's Tristan you're rambling about." She replies in a bored tone. I hit her on the nose with my spoon.
"Exactly, Tristan, with pacific blue eyes, perfect complexion, divine body, and a smile that would make the North Pole's ices melt in five seconds!"
"Mom, ice never takes a plural form." My unreliable daughter counters coolly. A sudden urge to bang my head on something hard invades me.
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When Tristan and Ria arrived at the house, it was all silent. Nothing could be heard, like all life was silenced by a cold blanket along the deserted halls of the mansion. Suddenly the sound of a glass crashing echoed through the rooms. Shuffled steps could be heard coming quickly toward the two kids and Tristan kneeled down in front of his sister.
"Listen to me, Ria. You go to your room, and you lock the door. Don't open it to anyone but me. Go now!"
The little girl started to run toward the staircase and disappeared after a last look at her brother. She was aware of what would happen to him, but she was too scared to argue. The boy waited till he heard the lock of her door upstairs. The steps were now close. Tristan's heart was racing. He knew that his father had drunk at least two bottles of whiskey; he knew that the evening would be spent trying to patch himself up; he knew his day wasn't exactly improving. A loud crash emanated from the other side of the door. 'Probably another vase we won't have to clean anymore,' thought a worried Tristan.
The door was finally smashed open by a drunk and angry Charles Dugrey. The man was panting and his face was red. Tristan took a step backward, unconsciously.
"You! Where is Victoria? Little monster, she killed her, she killed my Angela. But you protect her! I hate you, you hear me. Both of you will end in Hell. IN HELL!" the man howled, spiting in his rage.
The following minutes were atrocious. Like always, Tristan tried to get away from the dangerous man. Like always, he tried to stand against him, but it was no use. Charles Dugrey was built like a tank while Tristan was rather thin. Like always, the teenager ended being thrown against a wall and then sprawled on the floor. Once he was in this position, he knew he was lost. Kicks and punches would break on his body, cracking his ribs, bruising his skin, scratching his flesh. Tristan could only pray that his father was too drunk to think about his belt and the way he could use it against the boy. But of course, Charles Dugrey still had enough conscience to remember what would hurt his son most. The leather belt, with the silver carved buckle.
At each whip, Tristan winced. He could feel his back be torn, the blood drip from the wounds. The burning of the torn tissues. He already had suffered it many times, but each beating always seemed worse than the last one. Like he was becoming weaker after each blow. He buried his head in his hands to hide his tears. Biting his lip harder and harder till his mouth was full of blood, as the belt came into contact with his skin. He shut his eyes tightly as if it would stop the pain from rushing through his body. But it only brought some images to his mind. Images of a warm mall, filled with happy people. The lights illuminating the colourful alleys. The taste of hot chocolate, the smell of Ria's favorite cookies. A laughing girl with brown hair and blue eyes surrounded by an equally laughing group. All Tristan could see was Rory Gilmore laughing with her mother and it was at least as painful as the leather tearing his back.
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