Light, prolonged
春分 [6] / [33]
"It will be helpful for you to talk about her and uncover who she really is. She's undoubtedly a source of trauma for you."
"So you guys don't know who she is yet,"
Lucas said. All of a sudden, his expression changed into a very mean one.
"I don't see any advantage for me to give you any information about her,"
he sniggered.
"At least you can cosplay as a victim here,"
Alexander remarked sarcastically.
"I guess life here is not very smooth for a rapist, especially one who targets children," Alexander continued, and whispered in a very quiet voice only audible to Lucas and Cynthia.
"I cannot help reminding you of this, dude. Mr. Soros, the crime boss, died here, and even before he died, made his own system operated by his people that warders here don't know about. Maybe warders are already manipulated by the Soros system. Did you know that? Some of them are very nasty homosexuals who prefer young men, just like you."
Lucas shut his mouth tightly, just staring at Alexander with wide eyes.
"I still have connections with some. Human relations are sometimes funny enough, even if I don't want to be a part of them. Such a thing is demanded. I noticed that making good connections even with criminals isnt a bad idea when you’re on the inside. I can introduce you to them if you want."
Lucas' lips shuddered slightly. Cynthia pretended not to listen to him.
"So, Sarah. Where should we start?"
Alexander said, detaching himself from Lucas' gaze.
"I can't remember her very well. I didn't say anything about her. I was too young back then."
"It's alright. Take your time to think,"
Cynthia said.
"I met her in the pharmacy on Leonard Street. She was not a pharmacist, I guess, just worked there. I was severely injured, after a fight with some local hoods. They were about my age, but rough. I was 15."
Lucas' story went on.
He wandered the street. He didn't want to go back to the orphanage, where everybody was looked after by no one. It was obvious if he returned like this―bleeding nose, bruised eyes, torn clothes―there would be a great fuss, and he would be reported to the police. He already knew that being questioned by police is something very irritating.
It was sunset when he had roamed a random lonely street. Most of the shops were shut up amidst vacant streets. He wasn't afraid of being alone anymore, since he had nothing to lose. No money, no strength to argue. He sat on a random spot of ground, spitting bloody saliva.
