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deceptive-daydreams · 1 year ago

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Rock Bottom - A Rhiannon Story - E.M

Girl Dad!Eddie x Step Mom!Reader

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An additional story to this blurb. Eddie is feeling run down and invalidates himself as a dad but you’re there to mend him back together.

Warnings - angst, sad thoughts, insecurity, a smidge of smut but nothing major

A/N - This is not proofread, I was just in my feels and kept writing.

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Eddie is having a particularly hard time on a Friday night, he had urged you to go out on a girls night with Robin because you deserve it so now he’s trying to entertain his mini me throughout the evening until bedtime. Movies have been watched, finger paintings are littered across the kitchen counter, toys are scattered around the cozy living room, and an abandoned plate of dinosaur chicken nuggets sit atop the coffee table—all indications of how hard he’s been trying to keep her occupied. They even played outside until it got dark, Eddie teaching her how to ride a bike and encouraging her as her wobbly legs peddled down the driveway. A few cuts and scrapes didn’t stop her, only because every time she fell her dad would pretend he wasn’t paying attention, the broken fence down the street suddenly interested him. He knew babying her every time she got hurt would only make her wail, letting out the loudest cries imaginable. This way she would keep getting up and trying again.

Exhausted was an understatement for how Eddie felt. He felt obliterated by the simple act of being a parent today. Guilt plagued his mind as he thought of all the ways he could be a better parent, he just couldn’t see himself measuring up to the higher class citizens of Hawkins who could provide their kids with the newest toys and the most eccentric birthday parties. He couldn’t afford the trampoline Rhin saw at the store that she squealed over, shouting about being able to do gymnastics like the girls she’s seen on TV. Couldn’t even afford the name brand stuff at the grocery store, always purchasing the least expensive option. The auto shop he worked at, Sal's, paid decently and was enough to cover the mortgage on the tiny house the two of you picked out eight months ago along with your contribution from your job as a sales associate at the JC Penny at the mall. He’d also pick up shifts at The Hideout when he could for some extra cash. It wasn’t a lavish lifestyle and he hated himself for not being able to give you and Rhin everything you deserved.

Every time you and Eddie started a savings jar, sat neatly on the dresser of your shared bedroom, you’d have to empty it out for some kind of emergency like the time a leak in the roof turned into a waterfall one summer night when it rained especially hard. The hole in the ceiling of your hallway made you both sigh in frustration but you had to have it patched up and ended up with a hefty bill, paid by none other than your savings jar.

Nausea threatened Eddie as he went through the bills laid out on the kitchen counter before him. Everything was adding up—lights, gas, water, mortgage, phone, the loan he took out to pay for some tools he needed at work. Though he wanted to puke his guts out from utter irritation at the situation, he was forced to give himself a reality check as he felt a tug at his jeans, his daughter looking up at him with huge brown eyes. Not just huge brown eyes, huge brown eyes just seconds from crying. Before he can bend down and ask what’s wrong, she’s howling with cries.

“Daddy, I-I ripped my drawing!!” He doesn’t hesitate when he picks her up and holds her to his chest, wanting to cry as well but for other reasons beyond her comprehension. Bouncing her up and down to soothe her, he cradles her head and paces around the kitchen. Summer was about halfway through and the bugs were screaming outside, a symphony of chirps through the screen windows letting some much needed air into the house. “S’ okay Rhin, you wanna make a new one?” He asks hopefully, knowing it’s a long shot. Her snotty little face rubs into his T-shirt as she shakes her head, sobs escaping her tiny body. “Okay, okay, shhh. I can tape it back together, huh? We’ll tape it together, good as new.” Eddie only prays that she calms down soon because his emotions are riding high too and he can’t bear the guilt of crying in front of his daughter. “T-t-tape it together?” She mumbles against his chest, voice wobbling, her hands clenching his shirt tightly. Her dad nods, still bouncing her up and down. “Yeah, c’mon. Daddy will fix it.” He won’t admit it but a single tear trails down his cheek as he sniffles and goes to sit down in front of the coffee table, setting Rhin gently on the couch while he kneels on the floor. He’s able to repair the drawing, leaving his daughter smiling however his heart still breaks for the future. A future where his daughter sees him as a deadbeat, where he carries on the Munson legacy of shitty dads. I will always be ten steps behind.

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Robin pulls into the driveway as you hum along to the radio in the passenger seat, gravel crunching beneath the tires and the smell of bonfire lingering in the air. The local seniors must be doing their yearly tradition before they embark on their final year in high school. The car jerks abruptly as Robin breaks, a quirk of hers—break checking.

“Okay, this is your stop!” She chirps, fingers drumming against the steering wheel.

For girl’s night the two of you went to the movies, something you didn’t get around to a lot anymore since taking on the role of a mom. The movie was okay but nothing to write home about. After, you and Robin ended up on the curb outside talking on and on about anything and everything since it wasn’t something you got to do all the time. Just catching up.

“Bye, Robin! We’ll pick up where we left off next time. Promise.” You refer to when you cut the conversation off earlier, insisting that it was getting too late and that you wanted to get home. She begrudgingly agreed but also understood that you had a family now and that always came first. With a few more goodbyes, she was off, tires screeching as she backed out of the driveway and drove off.

It was around 10:30PM now which wasn’t that late and you were grateful that Robin had sympathy toward your situation, never making you feel bad about not staying out as late as you used to. The porch lights illuminated the way to the door as you got your keys out of your purse. You opened the screen door and twisted the key into the lock of the white wooden door with chips in its paint job.

The house was silent, making you think that Eddie had probably fallen asleep in Rhin’s bed with her again. The TV displayed a blue screen, the VHS tape it played before being finished ready to be rewinded. The lights were off save for a lamp in the corner of the living room offering a dim glow. Setting your keys on the table next to the door, you kicked off your shoes and left your purse on the hook on the wall.

Making your way to Rhin’s room, you carefully nudge the door with your finger to peer in only to find Rhin sound asleep, no Eddie. Smiling softly at her peaceful slumber, you turn and enter your room across from hers. It’s completely dark except for some moonlight streaming in, cascading across the queen sized bed. Your husband is nowhere to be found and if you remember correctly, the bathroom light wasn’t on either so where could he be?

Confused, you step back out into the hallway and head for the living room again. The kitchen is adjacent to that, the open floor plan creating a giant room. You hadn’t checked the kitchen however he’s not standing there either and all the lights are off. Your feet slide across the carpet, walking to the kitchen and stepping onto the linoleum. The house settles beneath your feet. Flicking the light on, you suddenly catch a glimpse of curls just under the counter on the other end of the island. You excitedly make your way over, thinking you’d just won an improved game of hide and seek. You were so wrong.

What you find instead as you round the corner is a distraught Eddie sitting on the floor against the counter, eyes wet, lashes parting with droplets, nose red, and his knees pulled to his chest as his hands rest on top of them. His fingers shake while he tries to soothe himself by tapping them against his knees. Cheeks adorned in fresh tears and shaky breaths leaving his lips, his eyes show panic as he spots you. Your heart drops at the scene in front of you, your husband absolutely broken, alone in the dark before you got there. There was no telling how long he’d actually been there suffering in silence. Wiping away the tears frantically with the collar of his shirt, he attempts to ward off any emotions that had washed over him, brushing them aside as he always did for the sake of those he loved.

Sliding down next to him, you tuck your knees underneath yourself as you clasp your hands in your lap, determining what to do next. You’d seen Eddie cry before but not enough to know exactly what to do the next time it happened. Instinct takes over and you tuck one of his curls behind his ear, ever so slightly grazing his cheek with your touch. His gaze avoids you like a sickness, he doesn’t like to show vulnerability in times when he questions himself as a parent. Otherwise he thinks you’ll come to realize it too, that he’s good for nothing, trailer park trash that only made it out because of you. You leaving was one of his biggest fears, something that ate at his brain.

Your soul aches as his lip quivers, his teeth sinking into the plushness, nearly drawing blood. A nervous habit he had that left him with chapped lips more often than not. He’s still dressed in his clothes from earlier, a white band t-shirt and black jeans. The overhead light is now becoming too overwhelming and you sense that there’s a reason he left it off. So you hop up to flick the lights off before returning to your original position in front of him. There’s not a lot to illuminate the two of you on the kitchen floor but there’s enough from the dim lamp in the living room and the moonlight from the windows.

“Eddie?” You ask quiet as a mouse. Again he grabs the front of his shirt and smears his flowing tears on it, silently begging for them to stop. “Eddie, what happened? Talk to me.” Your hand grazes the top of his, rings cold to the touch before you feel the warmth of his skin as you settle your hand there. Shaking his head, his curls bounce and he inhales shakily.

A whisper into the darkness, barely there reaches your ears. “Nothing.” A lie. An outright lie, he knows. But it’s the only answer he can come up with, only wishing that you wouldn’t further the conversation while simultaneously knowing better and knowing that you wouldn’t give up. He can’t stand the look on your face, the pity you offer him.

“It’s not nothing if it’s making you upset.” You enlighten him, thumb brushing against his knuckles. He lightly knocks the back of his head against the counter behind him, a small thump echoing in the quiet of the kitchen. Looking at the ceiling, inhales through his nose and exhales through his mouth.

“I’m a shitty dad.” He’s aired out the dirty laundry, given you a peek into his mind. The way the words roll off his tongue stab you in the heart, a bloody mess left behind with a multitude of questions. How could you say that? Who made you think this? Who do I need to confront? You don’t really believe that do you? It all circles your brain. A breath is caught in your throat, you nearly choking from the horrible statement he just made.

You just wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him close to you, his breath tickling your neck. His shirt is held tightly in your hands and you find a couple of tears leaking onto the material of the back of his shirt. His body shaking, you start to feel the front of your shirt grow wet, his hands holding your forearms desperately.

You stop yourself from falling further into a lake of tears, hand coming to rest at his jaw as he sobs into you. “Why would you say that?” You whisper, nose against his cheek pressing into his wet face. There is nothing more heart wrenching than seeing him fall apart in your arms. The way he trembles and looks so small, you’d give anything to end any pain he was going through right now.

Pulling away slightly, his bloodshot eyes and glassy face look at you. You shift to sit in between his legs, your knees under you as you face him, hands clasped behind his neck while his eyes are sad pools of syrup. He speaks up, voice cracking. “I-I can’t—I can’t give Rh-Rhin everything she w-wants. C-can’t give my b-baby what all t-the other kids have. C-can’t even p-pay the bills on t-time. C-couldn’t give you a-a proper house. O-one that doesn’t b-break all the fuckin’ t-time.” His voice shakes as rivers continue flowing down his face. He’s holding your thumbs in both his hands, something he does to calm down, squeezing lightly when he gets more stressed. “N-not even a-a proper wedding. H-had to give you a secondhand ring. Nothing—nothing I do is good enough.” The way he talks so lowly of himself has you almost breaking the composure you built up for him but you hold on a little bit longer. He continues talking, he can’t stop now and as heartbreaking as it is, it’s good for him to get everything out before you swoop in and give him some clarity. “Every fuckin’ person i-in this shitty town ha-hates us and it’s all my fault. All my fucking fault.” He squeezes slightly harder but not enough to hurt. You have him release one thumb and bring your fingers up to his hair, stroking his scalp comfortingly while he still bashes himself into the ground. “My d-daughter can’t have a normal life cause guess what? Her dads such a-a fuck up, screwed e-everything up before she was even born!” His wavering tone makes you want to wrap him up in a warm blanket and never see the outside world again. “Rhin should-should have everything the other kids have! I-I should be able to afford that-that damn trampoline!” His features flash with rage before melting back into sorrow. You swear he’s almost about to throw up with how riled up he’s getting.

That’s when you feel you need to intervene or else things will get nastier and he will drown in his own sea of insults and self hatred. “Shhhh, c’mere. Shhh. Enough. Enough.” You tell him softly, pulling his head into your chest and stroking his jaw with your thumb. “No more of that.” His sobs are muffled into your chest, hands grabbing at the front of your shirt for dear life, his breathing is uneven and every now and then he hiccups from crying so hard. The man you love so deeply in your soul is crumbling in your arms. Crumbling from the pressures of the world, the cards he’s been dealt, and his own poisonous thoughts.

“Look at me.” You tell him, firm but sympathetic, encouraging his face to pull away from you and angling his jaw with your hand. Reluctantly, he listens, irises glassy, the usual dark chocolate warmth they bring temporarily turned to vulnerable self loathing black holes. “You are the best dad she could've ever hoped for. The best husband I could have ever imagined in my wildest dreams. Stop. Being. Mean. To. Yourself.” You punctuate with a small tap to his nose, a stray tear threatening to drip from it. Your words resonate with him but he still feels responsible for everything not perfect in your lives. You can see it in the way his eyes shift from you to his lap, contemplating. Grabbing both his cheeks in your hands, the light stubble tickling your fingertips, you press a kiss to his forehead. “Let’s get some air. C’mon, let’s go baby.” He can’t protest as you’re already standing, pulling him up by his arm, your touch lingering there as if to say I’ve got you, I’ve got you and I’m not going anywhere, no matter how scared you are.

Guiding him out to the front porch, you leave the front door open with the screen door being a barrier to the inside just in case Rhin wakes up. Immediately he pulls out a cigarette as he sadly slumps down onto the porch step, staring out into the night. His hands tug at his curls, one hand wiping his nose as he sniffles. His breathing is still recovering from the sobs that racked his body just moments ago. You claim the spot next to him, wood creaking beneath you. He inhales as much as he can from his cigarette before he shakily breathes it out. You intertwine your fingers with his free hand, rings pressing against you as he weakly grabs your hand back.

“You don’t see what we see.” You speak up, gazing at him like he is the only star in the night sky. Head shaking in denial, he drops his head, sighing as if he was going to chime in. “Don’t you dare go and beat yourself up again, you’ve had enough.” Your head rests on his shoulder, nuzzling into him lovingly. “Do you know how many men would go out of their way to build their daughter a brand new princess bookshelf? Or draw flowers on the sidewalk with her sidewalk chalk? Or even play hopscotch with her in front of all the neighbors that have nothing better to do than be mad that your daughter is happy?” At this he frowns, the type of frown where you’re trying to keep from crying, where your lip wobbles and you can’t control the sting of tears. “And personally, I don’t see any other men creating the most beautiful, most romantic proposal. With the ring from the antique store that I’d been looking at every time we stopped in. No, it’s not from some big designer and it’s not a huge rock like a lot of these show offs lead us to believe we need.” You offer him a little smile, looking up into his eyes. The smallest twitch of his lip leads you to believe you’re luring him from the dark corners of his mind covered in cobwebs that clouded his thinking.

A little scoff escapes him. “I paid like fifty dollars. What a big shot.” He says sarcastically, still putting himself down, but at least you’ve talked him down a level. “And I’m still going to get you one that you deserve one day. When I figure all this shit out.” There’s a lump in his throat as he talks.

“Baby.” You breathe, tilting his cheek toward you. “I don’t want another ring. I want this one. I don’t care about money, the most valuable things in my life are the people. You are my everything. Rhin is my everything. My family.” Your eyes are welling up again, this time in admiration for your family. “And Wayne. The three of you are all I’ll ever need.”

A chuckle escapes him, leaving you a bit puzzled but you wait it out to see his next words. “I don’t know what the fuck I did to find you in this shitty world. But I’m glad I did it. Whatever it was.” He nears the end of his cigarette and puts it out, holding onto it cause he knows it’s important to you not to litter the yard, or anywhere for that matter with cigarette butts.

“I can tell you what it was.” You scoot a little closer to him, if even possible. A delicate kiss is placed on his pillowy lips. “You’re a hundred times the man any of these assholes are.” Another kiss. “You’re kind. Even when you get angry, you step away so you can think rationally. Most of the other dads just scream at their families and pretend like it never happens until they lash out again. You’ve never lashed out at me or Rhin.” A peck to the apple of his cheek. “You’re handsome. Obviously.” His cheeks tint pink, you can see it even in the porch lighting. “You always nudge me to the inside of the sidewalk when we’re walking. You give Rhin your last few quarters to play that game at the grocery store, just to make her smile.” Another peck to his other cheek. “You’re so selfless and compassionate. You would give up the clothes on your back just to see your little girl happy.” This time you press your lips to his for a little longer than before. “Being Eddie, is what you did.” You finish.

The way he looks at you, face inches apart from yours, his lashes casting a shadow over his own cheeks with the most enamored gaze in his eyes, it nearly has you in a puddle at his feet. “I love you, I don’t have any other words to explain what you’re making me feel right now. I just love you.” His voice is a little hoarse from all the turmoil he went through. “And I’m going to keep loving you til the end of time.” His fingers brush against your arm, giving you goosebumps. “You have my word on that, sweets.” You can’t help the way you go bashful on him at his promises. “Don’t close up on me now, we’re married.” He has a small grin painted on his face.

All you can do is pull him in by the back of his neck for a kiss full of all of the emotion you have for him. “Feel better?” You mumble against him. He hums into your mouth as the kiss deepens.

“Much better.” He’s greedily grabbing at your thighs, pulling you into his lap to straddle him. For the next ten minutes or so you just drink each other in, passionately moving your mouths in sync with each other. Eventually you find yourselves laying back on the porch, his arm around you and you pulled into his side as you stare at the roof. He asks about your girl's night, you give him every detail, then you ask about his day. What kind of endeavors Rhin put him through. Suddenly he shifts the conversation.

“I want another baby with you.” You’re shocked at his admission before he speaks quickly again. “I-I mean in the future. When we’re financially okay…if that’s something you’d want.” His nerves are everywhere, you can tell by the way he drums his fingers on your arm.

You sit up quickly, hovering over him with an expressionless face. “I want a baby with you too.” You find yourself speaking without having to think. A wide smile appears on your face and you’re back to kissing him, over and over and over. “I’d let you get me pregnant right now if we could.” You say truthfully

He laughs at your honesty, arms snaking around your waist. “Oh yeah? I wanna get you nice and pregnant so bad.” He bites his lip, as you grind your hips against his. “But y’know…we could always practice.” He offers, rolling himself up into you, the friction gives you the slightest bit of relief.

“I would love to.” You breathe desperately just above his lips, the two of you scrambling off the porch floor to hurry inside and quietly get to your room. That night he makes the sweetest love to you, offering every piece of him as you did earlier while comforting him in his worst moments. He spends what feels like hours in between your legs, licking, teasing, sucking. His hands caressed your body like you were some kind of artwork. He worshiped you in ways another man never could or ever has, ever.

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trampolinesus · 3 months ago

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atlanticcanada · 2 years ago

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Atlantic Canadian teams combine to compete in Winter Games

Wheelchair basketball players showed their stuff Wednesday, but one team had an interesting twist.

Neither Nova Scotia or Newfoundland and Labrador could field a full team. Without enough players, there was a chance they wouldn’t be able to play -- so they joined forces.

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They faced challenges no other team did, with only three training camps to get ready as a full team.

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Many in the stands have travelled far to be here, and there’s plenty.

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alexar60 · 5 years ago

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La visite

Comme tous les samedis, Valérie ne travaillait pas. Elle adorait farnienter dans le lit le matin et profiter de notre petit dernier. Pendant ce temps, je cuisinais toujours le petit-déjeuner, parfois aidé par notre ainée. Agnès aimait aider à faire la bouffe malgré ses sept ans. Elle cassa les œufs dans un bol avant de les brouiller pour les mettre dans la poêle exécutant mes conseils tandis que je coupais les tranches de lard. Le petit-déjeuner à l’anglaise était le repas favori de Valérie. De temps en temps, j’écoutais les rires de Samuel pendant qu’il jouait avec sa mère. Elle le faisait voltiger au-dessus d’elle avec ses pieds, relent de son époque dorée de gymnaste. Il aimait quand sa mère le faisait voler en l’air. Plus tard, il sera pilote d’avion.

Les œufs commençaient à cuire quand la sonnerie retentit. J’abandonnai Agnès tout en prévenant sa mère qu’elle aurait besoin d’aide. Notre fils soupira et accepta difficilement de voir sa maman se lever afin de continuer la popote. Toujours en chemise de nuit, je ne voyais aucun intérêt qu’elle ouvre à un inconnu.

Deux hommes en costume-cravate se présentèrent, l’un d’eux montra une carte de police. Je fus d’abord étonné puis, j’acceptai de les faire entrer. Un troisième en tenu de gendarme les accompagnait mais préféra rester devant la porte. Je compris que son rôle se limitait à jouer le chauffeur. Valérie congédia Agnès qui passa devant nous en courant. Je l’interpelai immédiatement : « Eh bien, jeune fille. On ne dit pas bonjour ? ». Agnès s’arrêta devant l’escalier. Elle était encore dans son pyjama rose, son préféré. Elle soupira, releva ses cheveux devant son front et salua les agents. Ces derniers, nous regardèrent avec de gros yeux ronds en répondant par un signe de la tête. Comme toujours, ma fille grimpa les marches deux par deux en courant et faisant du bruit comme un éléphant dans un magasin de porcelaine. J’entendis ensuite la porte de sa chambre claquer.

J’invitai les policiers à s’assoir sur le divan, leur proposant une tasse de café. Ils acceptèrent. Dans la cuisine, Valérie venait de finir la cuisson et installait les assiettes. « Qui est-ce ? » demanda-t-elle. Je répondis : « Des flics. Je ne sais pas ce qu’ils veulent. Surement au sujet du détournement de fond au boulot. Tu sais celui de l’année dernière.» Elle hocha la tête puis appela les enfants qui mirent du temps à répondre. Samuel utilisait toujours notre lit comme trampoline. Ne les voyant pas descendre, je criai leur demandant d’écouter leur mère. Les policiers me dévisagèrent tout en murmurant entre eux. Ils semblaient gênés d’être entrés dans notre vie. En apportant leur café, je rassurai Valérie sur le fait qu’il n’y a rien de grave avant de m’assoir dans le fauteuil et de discuter avec les deux hommes. L’un d’eux sucra la tasse pendant que l’autre but de suite une gorgée. Il posa la tasse et me questionna.

«Cela fait longtemps que vous habitez ici ? ». Sa question me laissa perplexe. S’il n’y avait pas eu le flic en uniforme devant la porte, je me serais laissé penser qu’ils étaient plutôt des promoteurs immobiliers que des policiers. Toutefois, je répondis : « Huit ans. Nous avons acheté un peu avant que ma fille vienne au monde. ». «- C’est bien Agnès ? » «-Tout-à-fait ! » dis-je avant de croiser les bras en me mettant en position défensive. Ils se rendirent compte que je n’appréciai pas parler de ma vie privée. L’autre intervint quand je tournai la tête pour regarder les enfants dans le couloir se diriger vers la cuisine. Samuel chantonnait une comptine apprise à l’école. Il était en moyenne section de maternelle. Le second policier demanda mon attention : « Monsieur Leroux, vous avez un petit garçon et votre femme s’appelle Valérie ? » Je bougeai la tête en réponse tout en fronçant les sourcils. J’entendais les enfants rire avec mon épouse, puis elle se mit à crier sur Samuel qui venait de faire tomber au sol son assiette me faisant sursauter. Je partis dans la cuisine, Valérie ramassait les morceaux de verre ainsi que la tranche de lard et les œufs. Elle soupira et affirma finalement que ce n’était pas grave. Samuel pleurait. Je le rassurai à mon tour. Je ne réalisai pas que les deux hommes m’avaient suivi. Ils étaient derrière moi, les mains dans les poches, l’air grave et triste à la fois. Je ne sus pas quoi leur dire, les laissant face à moi. Il y eut un court silence avant que le second s’exprima : « Savez-vous qu’il y a eu un crime dans votre maison ? ». Surpris, je regardai Valérie, cherchant à savoir si elle était au courant. Elle se leva gardant la pelle sur laquelle la vaisselle cassée reposait. Sa bouche entrouverte exprima sa découverte. « Je…non.. » murmurai-je. Le policier déglutit avant de déclamer l’histoire.

« C’était un père de famille qui a tué sa femme après une dispute. Puis, alors qu’ils dormaient, dans sa crise de folie, il a étouffé ses enfants.». Je fermai la porte de la cuisine rapidement, énervé que Samuel et Agnès entendent cette histoire. « Pourquoi dites-vous ça en présence de mes enfants ? Mon fils fait des cauchemars. » Le policier soupira puis reprit : « Après, il s’est suicidé. Ses enfants s’appelaient Agnès et Samuel. Son épouse Valérie. C’était il y a quinze ans. ». Je restai muet. Pris soudainement de vertige, je m’adossai contre le mur avant de nier ce qu’il venait de raconter. « Vous n’êtes pas Monsieur Louis Leroux. Vous êtes Gaétan Duchemin et vous habitez ici depuis six mois. Votre femme et votre fils vous ont quitté la semaine dernière. Elle nous a appelés et après enquête nous avons constaté que vous n’allez pas bien. Même vos voisins nous ont signalés votre comportement étrange ». «Non ! Vous avez tort ! » J’ouvris la porte et demandai à Valérie de confirmer mon identité. Dès lors, je découvris la cuisine vide ; ni elle ni les enfants n’étaient présents. Sur la table, il n’y avait rien, contrairement à l’évier rempli de vaisselle sale. J’hésitai à parler, sentant le doute venir. Je regardai les policiers qui s’étaient approchés pour me soutenir en me voyant vaciller tout à coup. Pourtant, je demeurai certain être Louis Leroux. Pendant qu’ils m’amenaient sur le divan pour m’allonger. L’un des agents, le second se présenta. En fait, il était psychiatre. Nous discutâmes, il me proposa un séjour dans son établissement, le temps de retrouver qui je suis. Je ne comprenais pas pourquoi j’étais un autre. Je revis mon passé, je me souvenais de ma rencontre avec Valérie, la naissance des enfants, l’achat de la maison, les collègues, les fêtes avec les amis et la famille, les voyages en vacances... C’était évident : J’étais Louis Leroux et non pas Gaétan Duchemin. Pour prouver ma bonne foi, nous fouillâmes la maison sans trouver de trace de mon épouse et des enfants. Les doutes me submergèrent en découvrant un album photo avec une famille inconnue. Je ne comprenais pas comment les meubles changèrent aussi dans les pièces. De plus, le numéro de téléphone de Valérie n’existait plus. Je ne comprenais plus rien et commençais à dériver, alors j’acceptai sa proposition d’hospitalisation. J’étais K.O. surtout après avoir entendu le psychiatre affirmer : « Ils ne sont pas là ! Il n’y a personne d’autre que vous dans la maison ! Les voir est votre imagination.»

Avant de fermer la porte à clé, j’eus l’impression d’entendre Agnès rire dans la cuisine, ainsi que Samuel en train de jouer avec Valérie dans la chambre. Je savais qu’elle faisait des exercices en le soulevant avec ses jambes. Le flic en tenue ouvrit la porte arrière de la voiture. Je m’installai suivi par le médecin. Derrière la vitre, je vis quelques voisins curieux sortir prétextant chercher le courrier ou entrer une poubelle. L’un d’eux salua le policier en costume. Ils discutèrent rapidement. J’ai pu entendre quelques mots, une phrase : « C’est tout de même bizarre que les hommes de cette maison prennent tous l’identité de celui qui a tué sa famille ».

Alex@r60 – janvier 2020

#Alex@r60 #texte #french #français #story #fantasy #fantastique

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eeveebayo · 4 years ago

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Trampoline For Sale - Things to Take Note Of

There are numerous choices for you in case you're searching for a trampoline available to be purchased. You could pick between a recreational trampoline and a serious trampoline. With regards to shapes, you can pick a square shape, square or an octagon trampoline. Additionally, sizes contrast so as to suit the accessible space that you have.

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It probably won't be known to everyone except "trampolining" is likewise a serious game. It's very of the Olympic games! Moreover, they are likewise used to broadly educate gymnasts and jumpers. A serious trampoline is normally made of steel and is generally 13-15 feet by 7-8 feet in size. These are sturdier and bouncier on account of the steel establishment and the more strong. The drawback to this is the way that they are increasingly costly. You should possibly purchase this on the off chance that you have genuine yearnings for the game or on the off chance that you need to utilize it to broadly educate.

Then again, the most famous kind of trampoline available to be purchased is the recreational trampolines. However, they are less durable and have lesser skip, it is more affordable. In addition, you would have more alternatives with respect to its shape and shading in light of the fact that the size and state of serious trampolines are generally normalized. You're given a greater assortment to browse so as to fit it in the accessible space that you have. Some can be as little as to fit in your own room!

More alterations are additionally accessible for recreational trampolines like plastic/metal stepping stools (for the greater ones), walled in areas (essential particularly if most clients are children) and trampoline tents (for explorers who need greater spaces and simultaneously, insurance from the components)

I suggest the recreational trampoline for progressively easygoing and thrifty clients. Be that as it may, purchasing the trampoline is just the initial step. You should likewise be careful about the dangers and the wellbeing precautionary measures you need to remember before letting others (particularly kids) use it.

Never let an individual play on a trampoline alone as there is consistently a likelihood of a mishap when utilizing a trampoline. Following the case of clubs/exercise centers, ensure that there consistently "spotters" around the trampoline to cushion the fall of any individual who may lose control. For kids, never let them use it if there are no wellbeing fenced in areas! Try not to take the risk!

Moreover, attempt however much as could reasonably be expected to just have each individual utilizing the trampoline in turn. This is so as to stay away from mid-air crashes or sudden bounce back to higher elevation. One individual would have more control of the height he/she will reach.

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shinysilverkinkguy · 4 years ago

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Airtrack training and gymnastics

If you have kids who love being active or are into gymnastics, then an Airtrack would be perfect for them. These Airtracks are gymnastic mats which gives the user some addition bounce when being used for jumps and flips.This enables you to do stuff that wouldn’t be possible without using Air tracks or to better learn new jumps which can be hard without the assistance of the Airtrack mats. Should you need a cheap air track for gymnastics then Flipz model from GymPlay would most likely be an ideal choice. It’s really one of the best Airtracks on the marked today in this price range.

Are Airtracks only for gymnasts?

If you have tried air track gymnastics, then you wouldn’t want to go back to use a normal gymnastics mat. You can buy a new one, or search the internet for airtrack for sale and then take a look at some of the options that shows. There are plenty of different brand, models and sizes to choose from. Finding the best possible air track mat for your needs can be a little hard. A good air track tumbling mat needs to have the right length and height based on the users age and height. Air track tumbling can be really fun on one of these new inflatable gymnastics mat or inflatable air track as they are also called. Some prefer to just call them tumble track or air tumble track but it’s all the same. A 3-10 meter gymnastic mat filled with Air which boost your jumps on it. Not quite lite a trampoline. You just can stand on it and jump and expect to get the same feeling as when using a trampoline. But it still gives you 10-20% more effect on your jumps which can be quite a boost once you reach a certain level of gymnastic skills.

But unlike what many think, are these gymnastics mats also uses by none gymnasts for fun and tumbling out in the garden or indoor. You don’t have to do any type of sport in order to enjoy an Airtrack.

A lot of people use a tumble track for home together with a springboard instead of regular gymnast mats. This way you can do a lot of your gymnastic training at home or out in the garden. Not only is this a great way to practice gymnastics, but it’s also really fun. You can train by yourself or together with a few of your friend to make it even more interesting. It can be fun and exciting for both the younger children but also for many of the older ones. If you kids are into gymnastics and sports then you really can’t go wrong with an Airtrack. For many it’s even more fun than a Berg trampoline. And it’s something that I can only agree to. My own children loves the Air track way more than the trampoline. Some may disagree, but in most cases people prefered the gym mat over the trampoline. And with a good reason if you ask me.

Airtracks are grat fun, and also a good way to get your children to be more active and train their bodies instead of just sitting indoor with the mobile phone. Give it a try if you haven’t already bought an Airtrack for your child.

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somerandomwriter1234 · 5 years ago

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“Sydney’s Support”: A Sydney to the Max Fanfiction

Summary: After Sydney seems to believe her gymnastics coach wants her to start wearing a bra, Sydney realizes she needs to go bra shopping for the first time in her life. But with her grandmother out of town, Sydney will reluctantly have to go shopping for her first bra... with her dad; resulting in an experience Sydney will never forget (even though she will wish she did).

One day at Clara Barton Middle School: Sydney, Olive, and several other girls and boys were trying out different activities in the school gymnastics room. As Sydney was doing sit ups, Olive sat near Sydney holding her feet down as she said, "Oh my gosh Sydney. This new gymnastics room the school has is so awesome. And it's even cooler we to get to be in the schools' new gymnastics class together." Sydney smiled as she said, "I'm glad too Olive. My mom used to take me to mommy and me gymnastics classes when I was younger, and it's fun to get back into it." Then Sydney and Olive both stood up as Sydney said, "Ooo. Look over there. No one is trying the trampoline out. Wanna try it out with me?" Olive then said, "Na. When my sense of gravity begins to change, it starts to really confuse my body."

Sydney then ran over to the trampoline and began to do many jumps on it. Then as Sydney began to finish up, a female teacher walked over to Sydney and said, "Nice jumping there Sydney. You know, I'll be starting a mini-trampoline class next Friday if you wanna join." An excited Sydney then said, "Really Coach Lauren? Oh my gosh. That sounds awesome." Then Coach Lauren said, "Yes, but listen up Sydney. Next time a girl like you wants to do all sorts of crazy moves on the trampoline, I can't let you do it without proper support. So make sure you get some next time you get on that thing." Coach Lauren then began to walk away as a suddenly nervous looking Sydney then said, "Support!? Oh no."

That evening at dinner, Sydney was having a meal with her father Max. As they ate, Max looked at Sydney and said, "So Syd. How is the new gymnastics class at school?" Sydney then said, "It's fine. Coach wants to start a mini-trampoline class next Friday, but... well..." A concerned looking Max then said, "What is it Sydney? You can tell me." Sydney looking a little nervous now then said, "It's... kind of personal." Max then said, "It's gymnastics Sydney. It can't be that personal." Sydney then said, "It just... might be weird for you to talk about with me." Max then said, "Sydney. I'm your father. Whatever the problem is, I'm here to help you." Sydney then said, "Well... Coach Lauren said next time I jump on the trampoline, she wants to see me with proper support on." Max then said, "Proper support?" Sydney then said, "Yeah dad. Proper... support." Max then said, "I don't get it. Is the trampoline not on a solid surface that doesn't support it's weight or..." Sydney then suddenly had her two pointer fingers point at her chest and said, "No dad. Proper SUPPORT."

Max's eyes then greatly widened as he said, "Oh. Oh my. Well... um... you know, your grandmother might be a better person to take you to the mall and...'' Sydney then said, "Dad. Grandma isn't coming back from vacation for another two weeks." Max sighed and then said, "Yeah. That's true." Sydney began to look away as she said, "You know what? Forget it. It's a stupid little trampoline. I don't need to do it." Max then said, "No, no. I'm here for you Syd. And to prove it, tomorrow afternoon I will take you shopping for some support." Sydney then began to look away as she said, "Oh my gosh. Why am I already regretting this?"

The next afternoon Max and Sydney were walking through the mall together as Max said, "Oh look. There's a clothing store for teen girls. That should have what you need." The two then walked into the store together as Sydney said, "Okay dad. I'm gonna start looking." Sydney then began to walk down a long isle of girls' bras and panties as she said, "Okay. Just gonna take my time but be discrete too." Then after a few moments of walking alone, Sydney suddenly found herself near the cash register. Then suddenly Max appeared walking into the isle and said, "Hey Sydney. Grabbed you three bras. Lets go." Sydney's eyes widened as she said, "Dad! You just don't grab three random bras and expect them to fit on..." Max then saw a sign nearby and said, "Hey. Look at this. 50% off for girls with student ID's." Then Max looked at a woman at the nearby cash register as he loudly said, "Hey. We didn't bring my daughter's school ID. But can she still get 50% off these bras? Her name is Sydney Reynolds and she's a student at Clara Barton Middle School!" Sydney's face turned red as she looked completely humiliated and yelled, "DAD! STOP!"

An hour later Max and Sydney were walking into another mall as Max said, "Again Sydney, I am so sorry. I was totally inconsiderate of your feelings, and I promise I'll make it up to you." Sydney then said, "Forget it dad. Lets just get what we came for and get out. But let me pick it out this time." Max then said, "Hey. You're the girl. Sounds fine to me." Sydney and Max then walked into a girls' clothing store as Sydney said, "Okay dad. Just hang out around here, and I'll grab what I need and then you can pay for it." Max then said, "Okay. Sounds good." Sydney then began to walk towards the teen girls' underwear section as she took a deep breath and said, "Okay. Here we go." Then suddenly Sydney's thoughts were interrupted by Max who loudly said, "Hey Sydney. They're having a 75% off sale on Sofia the First panties. You want me to get you another set of them?" A completely mortified Sydney looked at Max and yelled, "DAD!"

Two hours later Max and Sydney were walking into another mall as Max said, "Okay. I was being totally inconsiderate of your feelings, and I totally promise this time I won't do it again." Sydney then said, "Dad. Just... don't mention my name in public anymore, or what school I go to, or that I'm buying a bra; and especially don't ask out loud in a store if I want to buy Sofia the First panties." Max then said, "Wait. Do you want me to go back and return the ones I bought at the last store?" Sydney looked down as she softly said, "No. I want to keep those." Max then said, "Well here's the store. And I promise I won't say anything personal about you in there." Sydney and Max then walked into the store as Sydney began to slowly and calmly look at the girls' bras on display." Then suddenly Max picked up a package with bra in it and felt it as he said, "Dang these things are super thick. Sydney, I hope you don't buy this brand here. I don't want you giving boys at school the wrong impression of how you view your body." Suddenly a woman walked by Max and looked at him suspiciously as he held the girls' bra in his hands. Max innocently smiled as he said, "Oh, it's not creepy. I'm just helping my daughter Sydney here buy her first bra. She needs one for her gym class because she's at that special age, you know?"

Suddenly Sydney began to break down crying as she said, "Waaaa!" Max then said, "Sydney, what is it? I wasn't trying to hurt you." Sydney then began to sob as she said, "That's what makes it worse." Suddenly a female store employee ran over to the two and after looking at Sydney for two seconds, looked at Max and said, "Single dad taking his daughter bra shopping for the first time?" An amazed looking Max said, "Yeah. How did you know?" The store employee then said, "We get them more often than we like." The store employee then got a walkie-talkie and then said, "Yeah. I'm gonna need some help over here in isle three. We've got another Code 3. I repeat, a Code 3."

As Sydney and Max walked into their home that evening Max said, "Okay. I promise from now on I will maintain a long discrete distance from you whenever we go in public. And you can feel free to wear a large black hat and sunglasses and pretend to be a woman from Russia named Olga who is clearly not related to me." Sydney then said, "Look dad. We finally we got what we needed. That lady at the store who helped me was real nice. Lets just be glad that entire torturous journey is over, and that I'll finally be able to get on the trampoline this Friday." Max smiled and said, "Glad to know you feel better." Sydney then began to head up to her room but then stopped as she said, "Oh, and by the way. You now owe me a lifetime of therapy sessions." Max sighed and then said, "Yeah, I probably do owe you that."

The next Friday at school, several boys and girls were standing around the trampoline in the school gymnastics room as Coach Lauren said, "Okay. Today we're gonna start working on some advanced trampoline moves. Who wants to go first?" Sydney then ran in front of everyone as she said, "I do. And I am totally ready to go." Sydney then quickly got onto the trampoline, but then Coach Lauren said, "Whoa, whoa Sydney. Where's your support?" Sydney then said, "Um, I have it now." Coach Lauren then said, "Well not as far as I can tell." Sydney then said, "Uh, trust me. I have the proper support now." Coach Lauren then said, "Well where is it?" Sydney then bent down and pointed to her chest as she said, "Ah hem. It's here." Coach Lauren then said, "Where?" An upset looking Sydney then pointed at her chest again and said, "Right here." Coach Lauren then said, "Where?" Sydney then angerly yelled, "HERE!" Then Sydney took her entire shirt off causing Coach Lauren and all of the boys and girls in the room to gasp.

Several hours later a fully clothed Sydney was sitting in an office with Max, and they both sat facing Coach Lauren on the opposite side of a desk. Coach Lauren then said, "First, let me apologize for the confusion. When I told Sydney that she needed support, I meant that she needed a buddy on the trampoline with her that could hold their hands out and support her as she practiced her special flips." Sydney then covered her face as she said, "I am an idiot. I am such an idiot." Max then said, "It's okay Sydney. It was a misunderstanding. This isn't a big deal." The Max looked right at Coach Lauren as he said, "Is it?" Coach Lauren then said, "Well we have to unfortunately send each student in the class home with a letter explaining the confusion that occurred. But since it truly was a misunderstanding, and everyone involved promises to do everything they can to make sure this doesn't happen again, this should all hopefully blow over in no time." Max smiled and said, "That's good to hear, right Sydney?" Sydney who still looked upset said, "Yeah. Great."

Several days later, Max drove his car up near the school with Sydney sitting next to him. Max looked at Sydney and said, "You gonna be okay going back to school today?" Sydney then said, "No. But I still have to go in don't I?" Max smirked as he said, "Yes, you do." Sydney sighed and said, "By now, the entire school will know. And you are aware, many people in there are gonna make fun of me for it today, right?" Max nodded and said, "Yeah, I do." Sydney then said, "Dad... does being totally humiliated get easier as you get older?" Max then said, "You want the good news or bad news first?" Sydney took a deep breath and then said, "Good news first." Max then said, "Well, you get better at dealing with it as you get older." Sydney then said, "And the bad news?" Max looked down for a moment and then said, "The painful emotions you feel will always hurt just as much." Sydney then began to get out the car, but then paused for a moment, and then quickly moved towards Max and hugged him. A surprised Max then said, "What's this for?" Sydney then said, "For always trying. Which is more than most kids get from their dads."

Sydney was walking down the hallway of her school looking nervous. Then Sydney heard several boys hoot and holler at her, with one boy saying, "Yeah Sydney. Take it all off next time!" Sydney looked down as she continued to walk forward. Then suddenly one girl ran over to Sydney and said, "Oh my gosh, I just wanna say you were a total inspiration to me last Friday." A confused Sydney then said, "I was?" The girl then said, "Yeah. My mom has been totally pushing me to get a bra, but I was so scared because I didn't want to be discovered as the first girl in our grade wearing one. But once I saw you brave enough to show you could wear one un-afraid, I suddenly became un-afraid and finally bought one last weekend." Then another girl walked over to Sydney and said, "You are like the bravest girl I know Sydney. You like totally made me wanna be a less shy person now." Then another girl walked over to Sydney and said, "Sydney, I have been wearing baggy clothes for two years because I didn't want anyone to know about my early development I had. But after what you were brave enough to do, I don't feel afraid to wear normal shirts anymore." A few tears began to come out of Sydney's eyes as she smiled and said, "You... you girls are all being serious?" The three girls all nodded. Then Sydney made a big smile as she said, "Well... it looks like we all found some real support finally."

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#sydney to the max #sydney to the max fanfiction #sydney reynolds #ruth righi #first bra

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