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.

Damn him! Why? Why I deserve it? I am the victim.

want to complain but do not dare to

Frances Louis changes his face too quickly! Just know he was so gentle appearance, and after

to go to work this month.” He says.

I eat, and how to return your

kind to me. I am already grateful that he doesn’t deduct my salary. If I continue don't

am I going to get out of this life if I don't make

go to work, your brother will be in jail.” Frances Louis says coldly, and leaves

can’t speak out. I can only

and today is the 23rd. I can go to work next month. I exploit

meal, and Frances Louis sits opposite me, eating

the sweet and sour ribs and says with

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 the pot. I tried to take some sugar out, but

“Oh, I will be careful next time.” I answer him casually.

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

so I can guess who it is.

as

“I heard you are in hospital.” My

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 will us suffer a day like this?”

I feel very tired, don't want to listen to my mother say

heart is very lonely. I feel I am alone in this

And my mom didn't see me even if she knew I was in the hospital. Is

up and looks at me, knowing everything.