The Last Flight. Chapter 17 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight. Chapter 17

The first few days with Françoise and her family, though they looked after me as though I was one of their own, were difficult to say the least. My father had returned to his farm and the lack of sleep was making me very short tempered indeed. I found myself beginning to snap at the girls and then apologising to them, knowing that they were doing their utmost to help me through this difficult situation. The weariness also made me weak and walking on crutches became ever more difficult until, one morning, I got out of bed and as I hobbled towards the door, my arms gave way and I toppled forwards and fell into the hallway beyond.. I lay there and sobbed from pure frustration, thumping the floor in anger. Within moments, Dominique had appeared and knelt beside me. “Karen! Are you all right?” she asked me, the concern clearly etched upon her young face. “No, Dammit! Do I look as though I am all right?” I shouted at her between sobs. She didn't move but remained at my side. “Karen, please...” she said, sadly. I looked up at her and felt so ashamed that I had shouted at her. “Oh, Dominique! I am so sorry, please forgive me, I am so tired. I just want all this to be over.” “It's all right,” she smiled down at me, her eyes glistening as she held back a tear, “I understand. Maman said it would be like this sometimes.” She moved towards me so I could rest my head on her lap and she stroked my hair gently. “I am here for you,” she said quietly, soothing, “We all are.” “I know you are ...

... and I do appreciate your help so much, even though sometimes it doesn't seem so.” I rested for a moment and then, slowly, Dominique helped me back to my feet. My wound was healing nicely but it still hurt somewhat when any strain was placed upon it. Later, as we sat around the breakfast table, Françoise said, “ Dominique told me about your fall, this morning.” She didn't seem to imply anything, just concern that I had fallen. “And did she tell you how horrid I was to her?” I replied, glancing sideways at Dominique.” “No, why would she?” she frowned. “Because I shouted at her when she came to my aid and she didn't deserve it. None of you do. I am beginning to behave the way my father did and I don't want to be like that.” I began to get upset. The weariness and fear of what I was becoming had started to grind away at my health. Françoise stood and walked around to my side of the table to put her arm around my shoulders and comfort me. “Karen, it's all right,” she said, gently soothing away my tears along with my fears. “We all understand what you are going through. What happened to you is difficult enough but it seems worse because of your lack of sleep.” “I don't know what to do,” I sobbed, “Every night I lie awake and when I cannot keep my eyes open any longer, the dreams start again. I need sleep, Françoise...” I looked up at her with moist eyes and tear streaked cheeks, “I am so tired, I can't take much more.” “I know, Karen,” she smiled sadly. “We have been talking, the ...