Best Defense

Little Sparks Affected's

"Is this your first time here?" Sam asked me while removing the chicken from the refrigerator.

Me, Sam, and Maggie were cooking for dinner, more precisely Sam and Maggie were cooking while I just went to the kitchen and accompanied them. Sam decides to cook chicken parmigiana. I have never eaten it but from the name it does not sound strange and it looks like the food will match my tongue.

"Brisbane?" Sam nodded. "No. Sean and I were here once in the early days of our marriage." I said.

Sam looked at me again from the sink. "Honeymoon?"

I smiled bitterly at him, not knowing what to answer. "I'm not sure if it's in the honeymoon category or not, because we just stayed overnight."

"Sean is confused on how to spend the money faster" Maggie accused joking, she just finished peeling potatoes which will be made mashed potato by Sam.

I just laughed in response to his words. Just now was the first sentence that sounded loud from his mouth, since earlier in the backyard he just replied flatly to all our words.

"How long have you been married? You know, you're very lucky to get it, girl." Sam said again.

"Hm. Eight months? The nine? A seven? I don't remember, it's all around." I replied casually. I don't remember, and I'm too lazy to count.

Sam and Maggie chuckled at my answer. "You're a problem, sist." commented Maggie. Sam, who was washing the chicken, stopped his activities and stared intently at Maggie.

"Maggie," his sigh, made Maggie suddenly startled, as if she had just remembered something. Then Maggie turned to me and her eyes looked anxious.

"What's wrong?" I asked while looking at the two of them alternately. Sam is still cynical about Maggie, while Maggie is clumsy at me.

Maggie seemed to bite her lower lip before answering me, as if she was thinking of the right word to explain to me.

"Oh, I'm sorry to offend you, it's just that I forgot something," he said hesitantly. Thou shove back a little and my eyes narrowed. "I mean... Your PTSD." continued Maggie.

I just understood the direction of the conversation, I honestly didn't think that far, and I laughed when I saw his witty face. Now my laughter grew louder as the astonished faces of Sam and Maggie looked at me. They might think I'm really a crazy woman, but it doesn't matter as long as I feel comforted by their expressions.

Before making a sound, I rubbed a tear that appeared at the end of my eyes while breathing deeply. "Just relax, Maggie. I don't have a problem with that fucking PTSD." I said, shaking my hands in the air.

They look relieved. Sam returns to take care of the chicken while Maggie tones the potato skin and throws it into a small trash can under the sink.

While watching Sam smear the chicken meat with the flour seasoning he had prepared earlier, I spoke again. "How do you know Sean?"

Sam glanced at me with both raised eyebrows. "I don't know him very well yet, but Taylor used to tell me about Sean, and it made me feel close to him." he muttered as he put the chicken into the fryer's water.

We didn't have a pan big enough to fry it with oil, so Sam wisely made use of what was in our hut. I don't understand the kitchen. Never seriously intend to plunge into it, even when married I do not care about kitchen items.

I turned to Maggie, she seemed to be tidying up her sleeve. Roll up a few folds on either side. "I've known him since he first moved to Winton with his parents. We spend quite a lot of time with other kids, including Matt, Taylor, and Jason."

I nodded my head a few times, then asked. "You and Matt, have you been married a long time?"

I just wanted to ask, but Sam's voice answered my curiosity. "Patience, girl. You are young and there are still many opportunities to have children. After all, children are not the only reason to get married. I'm sure you're not getting married because you want to have children, are you?"

I don't know why I feel overwhelmed by Sam's words. He was completely right, children are indeed not the reason when two people decide to get married. But I was a little crazy about losing a baby in my womb. I blamed myself until Sean himself almost desperately faced me.

I approached Maggie, patting her on the shoulder a few times. "God still gives you a chance to make out a lot longer, Maggie." I'm happy. Maggie turned her head and smiled, but the look of sadness had not completely disappeared from her face.

"Hey, I don't know your work yet" I said, switching the conversation. The conversation will not be cool if one of us does not enjoy.

I stepped back into my chair. Sit there with your elbows resting on a table and propping up your chin. While Sam also puts his ass next to Maggie's.

The more excited Sam answered first. "I work at my uncle's clinic. Spending hours each day with patients who behave in a variety of ways, until sometimes I feel angry and want to stop." Sam sighed. "But I love that job too much, so I've survived until now and will probably work there forever."

"What are you doing there?" manya curious.

Sam did not immediately reply, he looked at me for a while while twisting his lips. He was hesitant about the answer coming out of his mouth. Watching it so, made me a bit worried as well. I don't know why I saw the worry in his eyes when I looked at me.

I raised my eyebrows, stating that I was waiting for the answer. After a while Sam finally answered me. "Help people like you."

I gasp. My mind started to drift toward Sean's goal of bringing me here, lest he want Sam to help me get rid of the trauma. I'm not really into that much, but if that's the reason for bringing me here, shouldn't he tell me?

Suddenly I felt uncomfortable with this atmosphere, and I knew something inside me was rebelling. I was again faced with a situation that made me feel suddenly chaotic. I wanted to get angry, and curse anyone who was in front of me at this moment. But I'm trying to contain all those feelings right now, and instead I'm saying goodbye to Sam and Maggie.

"I'm sorry, I went to the room for a while" I said, then galloped away from them without any intention of waiting for them to return my words.

As soon as I entered the room, I immediately closed the door and leaned there for a while. My eyes closed while I tried to catch my breath, which now felt stuck in my throat.

Sam and Maggie probably thought that I was in big trouble and called out to Sean right away, because right now I hear his voice calling me from behind the door. "Frand,"

I haven't answered. Now he knocks on the door hard and over and over again as he keeps calling me. "Franda, are you okay?"

Suddenly my head throbbed, and my chest was as tight as if squeezed by two large stones. I unconsciously cried, then turned hysterical as my eyes caught something on the nightstand. "No!" I shook my head violently, expelling the thoughts of the demons currently inhabiting my head.

But it's not as easy as I imagined. I was eager to open the door, but my body was approaching the nightstand. My legs won't stop stepping even though I'm holding back my movements. Something was controlling my mind, and I couldn't stand it.

"No! Please.don't." I screamed like crazy, trying to get my mind back in focus so as not to be swayed into taking the thing. But again I am not able to face it. He was too strong to possess me, forcing me to do something I never wanted to do myself.

My hands extended forward, barely touching the scissors as the door behind me suddenly opened, I quickly turned around and ran into Sean's arms. "Help me, Sean. Please, I don't want to do it, he told me to, Sean. Help me... Save me, Sean. Save me."

I could feel Sean holding me tight. He kissed my head many times while muttering. "Calm down, Franda. You're gonna be fine. I'm here with you."