Chapter 02 : MORGANE IS HAPPY

[ CASSANDRA ]

I console my mother when suddenly my father comes into my room with a knife and a gun. My mom and I are panic. He approached us and asked my mother what she was doing in my room. My mother continued to cry without answering his question. I looked at them and I was afraid. I wouldn't want to see them argue. Two seconds later, my father grabs my mother by the hair and threatens to cut her throat like an animal if she doesn't answer him. Instead of defending herself, my mother looked at my father and said : 

-- Do it and I hope you will have peace of mind.

After my mother spoke, I immediately replied : 

-- No dad. Leave mom alone. Please don't hurt her.

-- Don't meddle in our problem. Your mother and I have things to settle, and you must shut up. Idiot. By the way, get out of the room right now (replied my father)

It was not the first time that my father acted like this. He used to hit us and my mom still love him despite all his bad habits. Shortly after, my father ties my mother up in front of me, and it terrified me. I couldn't sit down and watch my mother suffer. So I got up and pretended to leave the room. There was a pair of scissors next to my bag. I took the pair of scissors and moved closer to my father without him realizing it. Then I stabbed him in the back while he was focused to hurt my mother. My blow was so strong that my father is quickly fell. He lost consciousness. Blood was pouring heavily from his back, and I was afraid he would die because I finally realized the gravity of my act. Mom who was near me calmed me down. I looked at my father while hoping that he gets up, but unfortunately he did not move.

-- Dad don't move, and I'm scared (I said looking at my mother)

My heart was beating fast. I didn't want him to die because I was just trying to save my mother. After a while, my mother went to my father to check if he was still alive. After inspection, she turned to me : 

-- Your father is not breathing.

-- No mother. Don't tell me that. (I answered crying)

I refused to believe her. Yet my father was standing in front of us just now, and he was threatening us. Here he is lying on the ground like a corpse. I couldn't accept that he was dead. It was like I was dreaming. My mother moved away from him while approaching me. Then she reassured me that everything was going to be fine.

-- Will I go to jail?

-- No, Cassandra. It's never going to happen. And if anyone has to go to jail, that would be me (replied my mother)

-- But I killed my father.

-- No, Cassandra. You just saved me and I thank you so much for that. What if it was me who was dead? (she replied)

-- I refuse to imagine what would have happened if Dad had killed you.

After this scene, which happened very quickly, my mother hugged me, and we started crying at the same time. Her name is Fanny and she is a teacher. As for my father, his name is Fulbert, and he is also a teacher.

[ MORGANE ]

Today was the best day of my life. I had just married the man of my dreams. His name is Angel, and he is the love of my life. Nevertheless, he is a mysterious man who did not inspire me confidence at the beginning of our relationship. I thought he just wanted to play with my feelings. It took me little time to discover his true nature. All the negative ideas I had about him were wrong. He really intended to make me his wife because he loved me madly, and he demonstrated it to me several times. To officially become his wife is a blessing to me. He's rich, it's true, but that's not why I'm happy to marry him. In first, he is attentive, and he puts my interests before his own. Then it's someone of very intelligent and patient. It simply fills me with happiness. Although he is sometimes mysterious, he is also a very romantic man and all this leads me to love him very much.

Indeed, I come from a very poor family, and I am Haitian. It is thanks to a scholarship that I received that I arrived in France to continue my studies. My family lives in Haiti. I recognize that I am a lucky person because God has given me so many opportunities that I will be grateful to him for all my life. 

However, when I started to work as a professional psychologist, Cassandra was my first client. It was also through a colleague that I received her. I tried to understand what she was suffering from and noticed that she was particular. According to the opinions of others, she was an abnormal person whereas according to me, she suffered from nothing. I didn't know how to explain it, but I knew she was healthy. After spending several moments together, we got closer, and today I consider her my little sister. Our hours of consultation became moments of laughter because I was the only person who understand her. I love her as if we were from the same family. It was as if something bound me to her. Thereby, I had a great evening with my guests. My wedding had gone well. We took advantage of the time we have to do our couple photos. Everything was fantastic.