Invisible. Part 10.

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“Please don’t hang up,” a trembling girlish voice stammered into the phone..
I was dumbfounded.
“Forgive me for being like this… I just really have no one to turn to…” the voice continued.
I cleared my throat and squeezed out:
– We know each other?
– No, no, we don’t know each other… I don’t even know who you are..
– Where did you get my number from then??
— I typed the first numbers that came to mind..
This is how I met Stanya (that’s what she asked to be called). She was 15. She went to school. I studied well. Didn’t drink, didn’t smoke. Hanging out with friends after school. In general, from the outside – an almost ideal life.
With one small exception. Her father raped her, and her stepmother turned a blind eye to it. Her real mother died when Stana was 3 or 4 years old. After this, my father did not grieve for long; a year and a half later he married a new woman. Now imagine the state of a thirteen-year-old girl who is raped by her drunken father one winter evening. And he likes it and starts doing this practice once a week. On Sundays.
Then, when Stanya called me for the first time, it was Saturday. Gloomy autumn Saturday.
From that day on, we began to call each other often and talk. But she never called on Mondays… About a month later she asked to come visit me for the first time. It’s strange to remember this now, but I was terribly worried, I cleaned up everywhere, wiped off the dust, raked and threw out the trash… And when she came, she said that she had no idea that a bachelor could have such a clean apartment.
When I was at home, she was my frequent guest. We listened to music, watched and discussed films, just chatted… I felt very strange at such moments. It seemed to me that Stanya was the daughter I would never have. At 22, I never actually had a girlfriend. And then suddenly the daughter takes over and appears..
It is quite possible that this is all from simple loneliness, but returning to an empty apartment is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. Returning to the apartment knowing that someone is sincerely waiting for you… That someone needs you… This is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

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I don’t know… I liked the name, I wanted to do something terrible with her, let her Satan… Stanya will suffer.
Well, I wrote about the present, but… no… I already managed to rewrite it))) Initially I wanted to propose an intricate conversation between Sa. *damn, you came up with a name* Stan and GG about her past, GG’s past and “THE ONE who should be DEAD”!

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Talented! I liked it! In such a short story there are a lot of small details that bring the world to life… the characters are well developed! When I was reading, I turned on my imagination and directly saw how she dialed a number with trembling fingers, even without knowing what she wanted, but hoping. a lot of things are affected! I’ll have to read the other parts..

But adequate adults have their own things to do, they can’t sit at the computer all day long, much less re-read all the blogs in a row. Even for example, I missed the last 2 issues of The Invisible Man. But I really wanted to give you a couple of my “signature” ideas.