All Chapters of Friends with benefits: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

PRISON WITHOUT WALLS"Nightmare. She was struggling with someone or something in her dream, and it seemed like Lipe was watching a horror movie as he saw her being devastated by something or someone in her dream. That horror movie where an evil man traps the person in the world of dreams.""Help me, Lipe!" she screamed, stretching on the bed, tears soaking her pillowcase. Lipe blamed himself for having fallen asleep because judging by the tears, she had been trapped in her nightmares for quite some time. Without hesitation, he dove into the bed next to her and held her in his arms."I'm here, Lara, it's okay, I'm here now," he spoke softly.But her scream, which woke him up, also caught the attention of the nursing staff. A nurse, the same one from a few hours ago who had given her the calming medication, swiftly entered the room with a syringe and restraints to tie her to the bed. However, he noticed that the girl was crying but in Lipe's arms, burying her face beneath his as if flee

MESS UP BEFORE YOU TIDY UP.Frank visited Lara in the morning without knowing that she was having therapy and would still spend another hour or hour and a half with Patrícia. He looked for Lipe in the hospital but couldn't find him. He leaned against the wall in the waiting room, even though there were dozens of empty chairs, and started scrolling through his phone.Someone bumped into him, causing him to move to the side, but the person bumped into him again, making him instinctively move further away. When the person bumped into him for the third time, he looked to the side, trying to understand why, out of all the available seats, they had to be right next to him."You're hard to find," Cecília, the physiotherapist, smiled at him."Hi, how are you?" He smiled back at her and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Were you looking for me?""You just told me your friend's name was Lara, and believe me, there are many Laras admitted in this hospital!" She rolled her eyes playfully, and Frank did

WALKING THROUGH THE PASTMy brother, two years older than me Scott, was my partner, my best friend for as long as I can remember — Lara continued telling the psychologist —, and I couldn't function without him, and he couldn't function without me. Amidst so many children, so many fights in our house, Scot and I were each other's lifeline. We took showers together, played together, went to the bathroom, slept, everything, we did everything together! After me, there was the youngest one, and she was born with a physical disability. So, apart from being the youngest, she was the sickly one and received a little more care from my parents, especially my mother, as my father was always drunk and claimed she wasn't his daughter most of the time. He would shout at the top of his lungs when he was heavily intoxicated — which was usually the case — that he hadn't functioned as a man for years when my mother got pregnant. And he only didn't beat up my little sister because he pitied her for her

VARIETIESThe next day wasn't as easy as he had hoped it would be. Patrícia arrived in the morning for the therapy session, but Lara didn't even smile at her. She seemed to be in a different mode, the "therapy" mode, and shortly after the psychologist and Lipe sat down, she began:"It didn't go as we imagined it would. My father came back home three days later. We didn't know where he was until that moment, and my mother and all of us automatically went into fear and apprehension mode, even though Dinha had told us not to fear him and kept repeating that my mother did very well in defending herself against him. But theory is one thing, right? In practice, it's very different. The social worker wasn't there. It was just us again with him, and he was very, very drunk! After years of torment, fear came rushing back, and we went into defense mode. Years of following the same script. As soon as he entered the room, he went straight to my mother's side, and my sister Lucy, the oldest among

FILTHY GHOSTS"When I said martyrdom, it was because it truly was a martyrdom" - Lara resumed her therapy the following day from where she had left off the day before. "I went months without seeing my brother Scot, and the others weren't like him. Each one had their own struggles, they loved me, but not like Scot did. They cared about me, but none of them cared about me like Scot did. The age gap between my other siblings and me was significant, either older or younger, like the youngest one, and she couldn't help me either. She didn't even know what happened when I went to sleep at night, and because of her disability, I had to protect her from him too, from my stepfather. I imagined that it was already so difficult for me, she wouldn't be able to bear it. And before you ask if my mother could help me, let me tell you that she started treating me differently. She no longer had much time for me due to work, taking care of my little sister who frequently had to undergo surgeries and sp