After laying her husband to rest, Anya made up her mind to tackle the clutter in the shed—a place her husband always kept off-limits. She let out a SHRIEK when she laid eyes on IT

The station was always on the right as the train traveled, and on the left was the oncoming track. When a train was hitting it, it gave the impression that our train was moving and the oncoming train was standing. But once you looked to the right, the illusion of movement was gone.

It reminded me of my family life. I kept looking to the left, mistaking the illusion of motion for truth. But in reality, my train was standing still, and in my so-called happiness, I never bothered to look to the right.

It was only now that I began to realize that the situation was quite satisfactory and that she was losing face next to me on the pillow. One and the same. The rest was just a romantic adventure.

The wife knew exactly what she was doing. She knew perfectly well that the baby would look like me anyway, so she gave herself to my brother with enthusiasm. With all her body and soul.

At the same time, piously believing in family values, diligently imitating with me numerous orgasms, so that I did not suspect anything. My parents knew everything from the beginning. They were quite happy with the situation.

Grants and in any case, they’re all the more from their favorite son of the hair, and I would be quite content with scraps from the bar’s table. From the point of view of my parents and Betty, nothing egregious happened. A little embarrassment the horny husband found out, but he’ll get over it and return to the family.

We just have to wait. And they waited, blocking all my payment cards, thus leaving me without money, regularly sending a message and calling Betty. The content was familiar.

I love you. I’m sorry. We’ll have another son of yours.

Then her mother joined her. It was trying to shame and push pity. It was hard to manipulate me.

I cut them out of my life completely. Cut off all ties. If they all, including not my son, fell through the ground, I would just shrug my shoulders and breathe a sigh of relief at being rid of those things.

I didn’t hesitate to file for divorce. Along with the paternity suit, the court ordered a genetic evaluation. No matter how much my family protested, calling me paranoid and scum.

Bottom line, I’m not the father. You should have seen their disappointed faces. I wonder what they were hoping for.

Then there was the trial. It was November and the frost was gripping my cheeks. We arrived at the hearing with an elephant.

He had been patronizing me lately, trying to always be there for me. All these judicial adventures have simply got to me. The judge listened attentively to all the streams of lies and dirt that my former relatives diligently poured on me.

When Stephen was given the floor, she perked up. A semblance of a smile appeared on her face. She kept shifting her gaze from him to me.

The family’s lawyer was jumping out of his pants in his closing argument, blaming me for everything that had happened. Then I was given the floor. I didn’t hire a lawyer.

I didn’t want anything from them. I left everything. The former apartment, the car, left my father’s company and did not claim the inheritance.

I didn’t know my grandfather’s position. He was abroad all this time and did not seem to be interested in family problems. Finally, the judge announced the decision divorce.

No alimony for either son or wife. I am not the father. The judge also advised me to sue the father’s company for severance pay for my earnings.

For the last month of employment. At this, she gave a very expressive look to my father, who even folded under her gaze. Hammer blow.

And the elephant and I headed out. My car was parked in a parking lot about 500 meters from the courthouse. On the way, the elephant ran to the store to buy some brandy to celebrate his freedom.

I was taking my time walking to the car when I heard it over my ear. Satisfied bastard. A hard blow from behind knocked me off my feet and I fell forward, barely able to put my hands in front of me.

I didn’t realize what had happened. The toe of a shoe slammed into my face. My eyes went black and I fell on my back.

Stephen was leaning over me. Next time I’ll kill you. He almost screamed as my father ran to pull him away from me.

But my ex-brother managed to kick me in the side with his shoe. Betty came running toward me screaming. She knelt down and tried to lift my head to stop the blood coming out of my nose.

Honey, are you hurt? I almost threw up at those words. And I quickly pulled myself together. It took me a second to get to my feet.

I pushed away Betty, who had become a stranger, and turned to your brother out of the corner of my eye. I saw an elephant running across the street toward me. There was a crowd around us.

Yeah, a lot of people were taking pictures on their phones. Stephen broke free from my father’s grasp and lunged at me. That was his mistake.

I met him with the back of my hand to his forehead. He froze for a moment, then collapsed like a Leatherman at my feet. I didn’t finish him off.

Somebody in the crowd clapped. A police car pulled onto the lawn. They’re right on time, as always.

I’m on my way to the station in handcuffs. Stephen came to his senses and filed a report against me for brutal, gratuitous beating. All the family, except Betty and my ex-mother, confirmed it.

But then the elephant appeared on the scene with the cell phone footage. Everything fell into place. I was swayed and offered to file a report on Stephen.

But I spit under my feet and accompanied by the elephant went out. How did the tour of the station end for my ex-family? I don’t know. The only thing I remember was my mother crying, frozen with terror in her eyes.

Was she starting to get it? Toward midnight, the cold began to make itself felt. It brazenly crept under the plate, or the haul of my bare heels with a cold tongue. I looked at the couch.

The girl was sleeping quietly in a dream. I carefully adjusted the blanket crawl down, went outside. The full moon brightly illuminated the yard, then green color.

I threw a few small ones on the curve of my arm. Polishuk added a couple of cracklings for the stack and went back into the cabin. A few minutes later, the stove hummed, nodding, burning wood and filling the room with the smell of smoke.

It immediately became cozy and warmer. I took cognac out of the refrigerator and poured myself another half glass. Immediately, I wanted to sleep.

I sat down in an armchair and detached myself from the reality of where I was. I was awakened by Kathy’s loud cry. Don’t worry, you’re at a friend’s house.

I tried my best to calm the girl down. She flinched at my voice and tried to tuck her legs in. I guess she involuntarily caused the pain because she moaned loudly.

She looked at me and tried to remember where she knew me from. I gave you a ride into town last night. My name is Christopher.

I met you. Remember, I spoke softly so I wouldn’t scare her and where she was afraid to phrase her question. Your friends, they’re gone and hopefully never will be again.

You need to lie down for a while, and then you can leave if you want to. I handed her a leg. Take a pill.

Kathy looked at me. She looked like she was expecting another one of life’s tricks. Now in my face.

How did I get here? I brought you here. I’m kind of in charge of you now. Don’t worry, just accept it.

It’s hard for me to explain the obvious to you. I smiled. You hungry? I put a skillet on the stove, and soon the room smelled of food.

Kathy ate quickly, as if she was afraid I would take it away from her. I made tea from the elephant’s supply, and having judged it beforehand, handed the cup to the girl. Then I helped her to the bathroom, and made her comfortable on the couch again.

Covered her with a blanket. Soon she fell asleep. In the evening, the elephant came and dropped off the groceries.

Reported the situation. No one is quiet in the city. I ran it through the guys.

No one is looking for her. He nodded at the sleeping Kathy. A week later, Kathy started getting up.

And after another five days, hiding her eyes, she asked if I could leave. Sure. No one’s keeping you.

Can you go right now? I turned away, and continued peeling potatoes. I had a craving for fried potatoes. So I’ll cook for myself, and the elephant.

I didn’t care if the girl stayed or not. I’d say her leaving took away a lot of problems. So good riddance.

Kathy stood in the middle of the room. Covered with a sheet, and holding the remains of her dress. I rummaged through my bag, and pulled out my tracksuit.

Take it. Day. Can you take my jacket? Wait.

I rummaged through my closet. On the bottom shelf were some old women’s shoes. Maybe they’ll fit.

I put them in my clothes. And immediately I looked like a retired warrant officer. Do you want me to drive you, or call a cab? Better a cab.

And hours waved. Thank you. The cab came quickly.

I didn’t go to see Kathy off. She’s not a little girl. It’s hard to get a man out of shit.

Especially if they don’t want to. Prostitutes come in many ways, not always forced. It’s not my problem to raise her.

You helped me out. You can’t save everyone from here on out. A week after the divorce, my cards came back on.

I got my last month’s pay and severance pay. I was having more fun. But it couldn’t last.

I had to find a job at my father’s company. The way was closed to me, as well as to other production facilities in our city. I tried several times to inquire about a job.

But as soon as I heard my name, the personnel officers fell into a stupor and shut up, making it clear that the conversation was over. Only one manager of a small factory, smiling affectionately, advised to turn to Dr. Sebastian. I mean my father.

And with him to solve the problem of employment. Anyway, my ex-family had me in a tight squeeze. In the end, the elephant managed to get me a job at a small car repair shop on a small salary.

Its owner was too low-flying and didn’t fall within the circle of interest of my ex-brother and his daddy. I didn’t make any plans yet and was going to spend the winter at the elephant’s house, and in the spring I was going to go to the east of the country in search of work. One late afternoon, there was a timid knock at the door.

I looked at the wall clock. The first hour was a little late. Outside the door was her life from the cold.

Kathy, may I come in? Come in. I shivered. The girl held a bag and was wearing my camouflage jacket.

She walked to the stove and held out her Asian pawns. How’s business? How’s business? I said ironically, I’d like some tea. I handed her an aluminum mug, fresh over emergency almost black tea.

Kathy drank the tea, trying not to look in my direction. There was a pause. Christopher, I might as well stay…