I released my anger by jogging. Father Petrou noticed it as well, from my change of mood.He attempted to talk to me. It was Saturday morning. We were ...leaning the garden, collecting the last of the leaves which had fallen of the trees. “Try and put it all behind you, Tony,” he said. He hit a nerve, how can he say that, after what these people did to my family. I gave him a look of daggers.I ran into my room, changing into my jogging gear. I steamed out, nearly knocked over Father Petrou.. ‘This is useless,’ Emma said and then started to rub her temple. ‘Oh my, it appears as if you are suffering from a stress headache,’ Dr. Tate said as he approached and then sat beside her, his hand on her back. ‘No shit Sherlock,’ she thought to herself, not looking at him. Emma just wanted this whole ordeal to be over so she could go to a hotel, head right for the bathroom and fill the tub with the hottest water her skin could tolerate and then soak for hours. ‘We should probably get moving. She was now 17, almost exactly two years younger than me and the only thing little about her in this moment was her wardrobe. Her firm and ample breasts fought vigilantly against her tank top, stretching the cartoon rabbit on the front into a buck-toothed white blob. Her flat toned stomach was tan and dazzling, leading down to a small peek of light pubes sprouting teasingly out of her tiny orange panties.“I didn’t think anybody’d be up,” she justified in sleepy apathy. She then shuffled to. Cheryl’s on my floor.’ Why did I tell her? Why did I do that? Fear, fear, ancient fear. Fear and conditioning to do whatever they want. Do whatever they want and they will break your glasses but they won’t beat you up. Say whatever they want you to say and they won’t throw you around by the hair. I realize I am stroking my neck and I do not have long hair anymore. It disappeared in the last five weeks. I don’t remember them very well. ‘What room? We’re gonna throw out her pop. All she eats is.