“Hey…” He touched her cold cheek carefully. “You want us to drown in your tears like Alice almost did?”, he asked jokingly, realizing that he just made an Alice in Wonderland reference. Embarrassing. No dude made Alice in Wonderland references. No dude would admit the fact that he read that book in the first place.
“You want me to tell you a story? I have a bunch of really crappy Irish stories. Well, they’re not ‘crappy’, but I think they are hilarious. Most of them are about evil fairies.”
“Please”, she mumbled.
“What? You want me to tell the evil fairy stories?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, but before I start I just want to make sure that it I didn’t come up with any of these stories, okay? I guess some drunk, crazy person who hallucinated all the time started coming up with those stories. Probably my neighbour. Well, that description fits to almost all of my neighbours…”
Jo chuckled quietly. “Please take me there one day.”
“Where?”
“To your home.”
“Oh, you mean the country with the crazy drunk people and the evil fairies who steal babies? Sure!” He kissed her head and started telling her one of the stories. He felt Jo relaxing a bit, and half an hour later she had fallen asleep.
He spent the next hour lying awake, thinking about how he could ask Jo what happened to her. He needed to know a bit more in order to help her, but she didn’t want to tell him anything. Of course he could understand why, but how could he help her if he had no idea what exactly happened? If she would never talk about it she might not get back to her normal life again. She kept on crying out at night and constantly begged someone not to hurt her. It was clear that the kidnappers must have hurt her, but nobody knew to what extent.
Liam put his arm around Jo. He wasn’t used to take care of someone else. He was always used to be the youngest, the kid that got himself into lots of trouble. But now he had to act grown up and take care of another person. He would try his best, but he wasn’t sure how good he could play this new part.
“You want me to tell you a story? I have a bunch of really crappy Irish stories. Well, they’re not ‘crappy’, but I think they are hilarious. Most of them are about evil fairies.”
“Please”, she mumbled.
“What? You want me to tell the evil fairy stories?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, but before I start I just want to make sure that it I didn’t come up with any of these stories, okay? I guess some drunk, crazy person who hallucinated all the time started coming up with those stories. Probably my neighbour. Well, that description fits to almost all of my neighbours…”
Jo chuckled quietly. “Please take me there one day.”
“Where?”
“To your home.”
“Oh, you mean the country with the crazy drunk people and the evil fairies who steal babies? Sure!” He kissed her head and started telling her one of the stories. He felt Jo relaxing a bit, and half an hour later she had fallen asleep.
He spent the next hour lying awake, thinking about how he could ask Jo what happened to her. He needed to know a bit more in order to help her, but she didn’t want to tell him anything. Of course he could understand why, but how could he help her if he had no idea what exactly happened? If she would never talk about it she might not get back to her normal life again. She kept on crying out at night and constantly begged someone not to hurt her. It was clear that the kidnappers must have hurt her, but nobody knew to what extent.
Liam put his arm around Jo. He wasn’t used to take care of someone else. He was always used to be the youngest, the kid that got himself into lots of trouble. But now he had to act grown up and take care of another person. He would try his best, but he wasn’t sure how good he could play this new part.