In the end it was his fault alltogether. She knocked hardly on the front door.Nothing happened. She waited another five minutes, than knocked again. �...��Stupid oaf,” she thought. “Must’ve fallen asleep in front of the damn TV”.She knocked again and listened carefully on the door. She could hear something. At first she thought it was Michaels snoring, but it sounded kind of strange. Anne walked trough the wet and dark garden to peek trough a window into the living room. She gasped.Michael was. ‘i will give you an injection and you will sl**p very deep. Is it Ok ?’ he asked. i responded with a shy yes. ‘OK then let we do it and after one week you will be with your parents together’ He injected me and after a while i woke up. Now one week was passed and i looked at the room where my parents are sitting at my bed. On the other side of my bed ‘uncle Bob’ was standing and told to my parents, what they have to consider by the after-care of my healing. i looked at my body under the coverlet. So many times I have ignored them. All the times his glanced lingered a little too long whenever I ask him to sign an urgent deposition. All the times he would smile fondly whenever I tell him about a new ice cream flavour I have attempted to make. I always thought he was just being nice. Was I getting the wrong idea all this time? ‘I think you do,’ he smirks at me, his mischievous eyes lingering at me. My heart rate shoots up like a smack of heroin up the veins. This must be a dream. Only in. “I don’t know, Martin…I’d feel so…” (AdProvider = window.AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}});“Honey,” he cut in, stroking her face again. “This is areally big deal here.” His voice was firm. “It’s reallyimportant for me.”She looked down at the floor for a moment and gatheredher strength. It was the least she could do.“O…okay…” she said.“Thank you Honey,” he replied. “It.