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A//N. The motive of this chapter's length is the dear reader  JasonKing010  who asked for a flashback... thanks for diving into Helen's story, you all!

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Ap2 - bedroom

"Helen, I can explain."

"Explain what, I've seen it. Not only seen but know exactly where she comes from!"

Logan made mention to move under the sheets but held them still against his chest. "Please, don't get mad."

"Mad? I?", her tremulous voice matched her legs, wasting a lot of energy to maintain steady. "I just want to know what is happening here, why have you done this to me?"

"I have done nothing, it wasn't my fault. I swear on what is most sacred, I love you!.."

"Liar..."

"I am not lying, don't want to lose you, you are the love of my life and you know it." Looking into her eyes, began to raise his torso without worrying about the covers. They loosened and slid down, falling on the ground next to his feet. He wasn't naked; wore his tiny underwear, that looked like swimming trunks. "And our dreams, how are they going to be? Our home, our children, our trips... we have just started."

"Do you want to know what will happen with these dreams?" She rubbed a hand against the other, that were sweaty. "These dreams you've always valued, with me they are never going to give one step forward!"

"Helen, you don't know what you're talking about! Be careful, you'll regret these words!"

"I regret my past, don't have anything else to regret for. You are wasting time being here, and a lot! Go away!" She yelled, desperate, wanted that man far away and immediately. It was a mixture in a blender, each of her feelings being crushed together, bananas, peanuts, mangos, apples, everything in an endless roundabout. "Go!"

"Helen!" Logan threw himself (half-naked) on the floor to kiss her feet. With his hands together he implored his turn to explain. "I swear this will never happen again, it was only this time and was a mistake! I will never betray you, no other woman is better than you. We are made to each other, in sickness and in health..."

"Do you know what I hate the most? When someone thinks I am stupid like you are doing now. I'm done, Logan, we are done. Get off me, what do you think-?"

"Stop, Helen, stop! I am not like this, ever!"

She tried to mask the range in her voice while watching her husband get on his feet after taking her hands to kiss. "And do you think that this is the first time that I hear this gibberish? I married you because I thought you were different, see now I was wrong. Who is never going to be the same ever again is myself, I will never believe in no other men. Go."

He raised the stare to reciprocate, but his voice trailed off. The conclusion was inescapable, their lives would change forever. "I will be an actor, will have every woman I want. Why getting trapped into just one if I can get many? Goodbye." He spat on the floor which he had just gotten up from, almost hitting Helen's leg. She was at stake for some time, even after hearing the bang of the front door closing. Ahead of her was their messy bed and the cheap perfume of grapes.

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Warehouse - barstool

Beautiful face. Well defined, with horizontal eyebrows and glasses. He had a beard, and this excluded him from most Canadian young men who'd prefer to keep the face clean. He poured himself a can of beer and brought to his lips. Helen did the same, almost at the same time. The sensation of alcohol burned down her throat. Neighbor placed his glass on the table, so did Helen. Her grip tightened around the glass. He was the responsible. The man's female puppet and her husband had f*cked just for the sake of pleasure even though Logan knew how much it would break their life, their future together. She couldn't bear the image of him, she couldn't...

Her eyes looked away immediately when Neighbor unmistakably glanced towards the bar. Could he recognize her face?! Soon enough the menu went up to cover each skin existent. It was greasy and smelled like poutine. Her first contact with poutine had been 15 years ago, in the very beginning of her visit to Canada — it was precisely a mountain of fries covered in gravy and cheese, only 5 bucks! Helen's nose began to itch. Argh, so disgusting, and the menu was kind of small, if not placed close enough perhaps her chin could be on sight. Ha, so funny, a menu-faced Mexican.

"Are you alright?"

"AH!", the bar stool she was sitting on almost cracked, her butt hardened with the jump and she looked wide eyed to the masculine voice who had spoken.

It was the barman.

She felt as if she had just peed after hours of bladder contraction. "Here is your drink, ma'am."

"Thank you", she turned rapidly to look at the other side. The neighbour was there no more. She made a movement to the side with her leg, to jump from the stool and go through the front door before he came back — but stopped. The new drink ordered was blue, and very beautiful. She was paying for drinking and by drinking she meant forgetting Logan. She came in basically with an objective and couldn't leave with arms hanging like a loser.

Neighbour was spotted again next to the washrooms. Helen could recognize his feature although he was backwards, gesturing to another man in a good conversation which seemed to be interesting and useless like hockey or billiard. The other man looked like a giraffe, but tanned and was very fancy, wearing social clothes that must have costed something. Helen hadn't realized she was staring until the giraffe sized up to her, raising both black eyebrows. He was probably thinking that the stranger was flirting, considering the way her eyes were shinning, or maybe they were not shinning at all, as something would never shine in the presence of Neighbor. He was such a disgustingly smiley-boy she felt cramps.

And from the moment Giraffe noticed her existence he wouldn't take his eyes off her, not because she was beautiful, far from that, but because she had the looks of someone who'd been crying for some mysterious motive seconds ago. He tapped at the neighbor's shoulder and he too turned around to face her. Helen, about to bang in her pants, looked down instantly and forced her posture to stay quiet. With her breathing paralyzed no other movement would be made until those guys moved away. She was strong, not the kind of person who gave up drinks so easily.