Robin called Arianne when the night fell. During the conversation, the young girl told her that Sylvain did not call her. Through her voice alone, Arianne could feel her moroseness.
Arianne was quiet, inwardly debating if she should tell Robin that she had met Sylvain earlier. However, she was hesitant because she was not certain if Sylvain’s explanation about his reluctance was a white lie. Was he lying about not liking Robin or was he telling the truth? In the end, she decided to let it remain a secret. She seamlessly changed the topic. “Say, are you at home now? Are things better with your mom?”
The young girl sighed. “No, I told my dad I’m not coming home for a while. I’m going to be staying with my aunt for two days or so. I mean, just thinking about my mom makes my stomach churn. I mean, I don’t hate her, but I feel suffocated whenever I look at her. This feeling has accompanied me as I grew up,” Robin muttered. “Well, since I’ve made up my mind to escape her claws, I might as well soldier on and not look back. If I relent, I’ll just be forced to return to my old cage… It’s fine, Arianne. Sorry to have worried you… and troubled you. See ya tomorrow.”
Arianne let out the breath she had been holding after the call ended. Robin’s despair was so infectious that she felt as glum as her. The girl might not have told her much about her family, but based on what she saw, Robin’s mother seemed like the type to control her child’s every thought and behavior and the type who thought she alone knew what was best for her child. Being a ‘good child’ was never a walk in the park.
At that moment, Mark suddenly approached her quietly before asking, “Um, I, er, am going out this evening. It’s Jackson. We haven’t hung out in a while so I guess he misses it.”
“Okay, go on then,” Arianne replied offhandedly, “Why even bother to report? All you have to do is tell me if you’re coming home tonight.”
He had not come to a place like that for a long time now and for good reasons too. A married man who went to a bar without his wife was sending out signals that he was looking for a one night stand. If it were not for Jackson, he would not enter an establishment like this even if if a gun were pointed at his head.
Mark found Jackson’s spot quickly enough and frowned. “The hell are you thinking, inviting me to a place like this at night instead of going home where your wife and child are! Don’t tell me your old habit is kicking in again!”
Jackson laughed. “Pfft, come on, man. Look around! I ain’t got no girls around me right now, right? Where’s this baseless accusation coming from? Heh. I just wanna relax with a couple of beers, and I don’t know who else to invite other than you since Eric betrayed us and kicked the bucket way earlier than he was supposed to. Can’t believe he left us to go through all the sh*t in this world without him.”
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