In My Desperate Time

I am afraid about his concern.

Every time he calls me over, I couldn't get out of bed the next day. Now my waist is not good, if he tortures me again, I will lose half of my life.

Reluctantly, I go over and stand in front of him.

Without speaking, Frances Louis looks at me quietly, her eyes as gentle as water. His gentleness makes me feel that he is not looking at me, but want to see someone's shadow from me.

I don’t ask. I don’t dare to, nor want to.

My 1.6-meter-figure is completely crushed in front of Frances Louis's 1.8 or higher height, and my neck is a little sore.

I still have an injury on my waist. It hurts after standing for so long. I don't have such good spirit to waste time with him here.

“What?” I can’t help asking.

My arm is seized by him and moved forward. I slip into his arms defenselessly.

He holds me in his arms, put his head on my head, rubbing my back, and finally his hand settle on the right of my waist.

“Does it hurt?” He presses lightly, and I inhale deeply.

“You tell me.” I roll my eyes.

It hurts if you don't touch it, let alone when he presses it.

“You deserve it.” He says and then pushes me away. His face blackens again.

Why I deserve it? I am the victim.

I want to complain but do not dare to offend him. I can only swallow the complaints down.

he was so gentle appearance, and after a blink, he treats me like a stranger.

to go to work this month.” He says.

to work, what shall I eat, and how to return your money?!” I roll my

me. I am already grateful that he doesn’t deduct my salary. If I continue don't going to work, it will make me like spoiled and arrogant.

not understand the sufferings of the poor. How am I

you go to work, your brother will be in jail.”

so angry but can’t speak out. I can

said this month, and today is the 23rd. I can

I cook the meal, and Frances Louis sits opposite me,

“It tastes not good.” He tastes the sweet and sour ribs and

I know he thinks I made it too sweet. When I put the sugar, I pull my waist and my hand shake a bit. So I put all the sugar into

careful next time.” I

attitude and frowns. I am about to say something when my cell

Not many people would call me, so

Yes, as I expected.

“I heard you are in

Then she changes the subject quickly.

“How is everything going with your brother? He dares not turn the phone on now, also dares not go out of the house, how long

feel very tired, don't want to listen to my mother say one more word, and hang up the phone.

My heart is very lonely.

me even if she knew I was in

heads up and looks at me, knowing everything.