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This week we continue with our Parallel Slip story. Let's see Frederic's explanation. 

The truth was he had placed the money in a bank account for me, to be accessible when I was old enough to go to university, so that I didn't need to worry about anything else than studying. He didn't want her to spend everything in hospital bills. I still wondered what kind of judge decided without asking me who I wanted to live with, that they should keep me away from my father. I guess the words of a seven year old don't count for much. Now I was seventeen and I could do anything I wanted, or almost. There were law in this country that said that a parent couldn't stop a child to learn whatever they wanted, so technically, my mother couldn't force me to take that two year degree. But it would take a lot of nerves to get up and use the law against her. I wasn't sure to be ready.

She didn't stop banging, she never would. Once, she had lectured me about how dangerous my black out were until I blacked out again, as if she wanted to prove a point.

I stood up. She burst into the room.

"So you finally decided to be reasonable," she said smiling. She always had that smile of contentment when she thought she had won.

I didn't bother answering her. I had one bag ready, the one with the diary and the photos of my brain, everything that I own about who I really was and my favorite books and some teddy bears that I wouldn't let in her hands.

I took the second bag out of the closet and started to pile up some clothes randomly in it.

"What are you doing?"

"Packing," I said.

She grabbed my arm and turned me around to face her.

"You didn't hear a single word of what I said," she said anger in her voice.

"I listened for seventeen years," I answered.

"Don't talk back to me," she said.

"It's about time, I do, because you are the one who never listened. You only think about yourself. It's not about me, it's not about my safety. It's all about you, it has always only been about you. What people would say to you if something happened to me. Not how terrible it would be if something happened to me, no, never, just how you would look like to the world," I said.

"That's not true, you know I care about you," she said.

"If you cared even a tiny bit, you would think about what you are doing to me but it never even crossed your mind," I said.

"And what am I doing to you?"

She crossed her arms defensively. It was something I had learned from her, being defensive.

"Didn't the doctor say that my scan looked like I was under too much stress? Don't you think it's stressful to have you here yelling at me?"

"I'm not yelling at you, I'm just trying to have a discussion," she said.

"Likewise," I turned to the closet again. Took out my favorite T-shirts and put them in the bag.

"We need to talk about this," she said.

"No, we don't and we are not talking. Talking means two people respectfully interacting with words to get to a common agreement or if they can't let each other have their own opinion. You never let me talk or listen to me? You just keep going until I give up trying to make my point clear," I said.

"You're just being so childish, you think you are so grown up because you graduated but you have no idea what is good for you," she said.

"You're right," I answered.

She took a step back and the smile reappeared on her face.

"That's why I'm living, right now. Because I'm just a stupid child, you can just stand here and expect me to come back crying," I said.

My phone vibrated on the desk.

"What's that?" she asked.

There was no hiding it now.

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