Striding into the night, I was thinking I needed to be at arms length from these people, at least until I found out what the hell was going on. And Ch...ntelle had some explaining to do. I wasn't too happy about being involved in all this without any background. It was getting colder and somehow it suited my mood. It was about time winter made its presence felt. I decided it was probably a good idea to get the envelope out of Chantelle's safe. It was starting to look like it really shouldn't be. After he showered, Armand walked downstairs and sat at the kitchen table with his father, and grabbed a cinnamon bagel. “ Good morning!” Armand's dad said. “How's my boy today?” “ Pretty good, how are you dad?” Armand asked. “ Well, I'm perfect because your mom and I have decided to go out tonight.” “ Where are you guys going?” “ Oh, we're going to dinner and a movie.” his dad explained. “ Well, have fun.“ Armand quickly lost interest. “ Thanks, but that's not all. We're also going to a. For one, both she and her partner were the victims of rape. When she was thirteen my niece Angel was grabbed on the way home from school by a serial rapist who took her to an abandoned house and brutally raped her several times. He liked to leave a sign to recognize his victims on the street, so he scarred her face horribly. She has a livid red scar running from her left eye to her mouth. When the doctors in the hospital offered to fix it she refused. She said that she didn't want to be pretty. Over the next few months Jack became my obsession. He seemed exceedingly kind and patient: he would read and respond to my little teenage self-absorbed rants. He was so logical in his approach to life that it was a relief to me, as I felt so much emotion that had no direction and being given a logical explanation for how I felt at times was exactly what I needed. But he was always withdrawn in some way. He didn’t trust me, even though I close to trusted him completely at an emotional level. In.