Metanoia

Chapter 8

The flowing gray dress, thigh in my waist, that was knee-length was making me look like an innocent and exemplary little girl. Not even mentionning  my makeup that was one of the lightest ones: a little bit of bronzer, a slight stroke of mascara, and a pinkish nude colored lipstick. My hair was cascading over my back, giving me more of a laid back look, and less of that fancy look with all these fancy up-dos that people do when they're going to a diner. Elena and Luke appeared on the mirror.

-Wow Liz, you look incredible!

-Yea, you really look great!

-Aw thanks guys! I turned around and stopped admiring myself to hug my little munchkins.

Today was really weird emotionally talking: I was smiling like a fool all day but every time I remembered that text from yesterday, that smile was fading and I was becoming unpleasant with everyone who had the misfortune of being in front of me.

-Zoë, Liz, we're going in 10 minutes! said my dad from downstairs.

-Okay dad! I shouted loud enough so he could hear me.

-Zoë, you heard me?

Nothing.

-Zoë?

A little fragile and cracked voice eventually came out of Zoë's room.

-Yes, yes dad, I heard you.

I turned to my friends.

-I'm gonna see what's with her.

-Alright. Luke and I are going to make some popcorn for our night here without the owners of that house woohoo!

I walked to Zoë's room, and when I arrived in front of the door, I knocked with a little rhythm that I knew she liked.

-Who's that? the same voice as the one we heard 2 minutes ago responded to me.

-It's me, Liz, can I come in honey?

-Yeah.

I opened the door and found myself in front of a gorgeous little Zoë all dressed up, sitting at the foot of her bed, with her head in her hands, crying. I went over, sat just next to her and took her hands in mine so I could see that beautiful face she was hiding. 

-Sweetheart, what's wrong?

-I don't wanna go to that man's house!

-Why not?

-Dad told me he was a policeman!

-So what?

-Last time I talked to a policeman, he didn't stop asking me pointless questions about Acacia and he scared me so much, I don't wanna see any policeman again, ever! she sobbed before putting her head between her knees.

It wasn't false that the policemen had traumatized her, more than she already was that night. Oh gosh the memories are coming flooding back in my head, as a tear forms in the corner of my eye. But I couldn't cry now, I shouldn't, not now. But I tried anyway to cheer my little sister up.

-But darling, not all policemen are like that! And this one had a little girl like you, and I'm sure you'll get along really well!

-Do you really think that policeman is kind? And do you think that girl has Barbie dolls like I do?

I felt that she was coming back to her normal state of mind , so that was encouraging me to keep a smile, even though it was fake.

-I am sure. Now stand up and let me see how pretty you look in this dress.