Once again, Vanessa was not published in the school. This was more common lately, so this time too was surprised none of her school friends. Silke, to which they had a particularly close relationship thought, however, already wo sie die Schwänzerin nach der letzten Stunde finden würde: im 'Belle de Jour', einem kleinen, aber netten Lokal, in dem sich die Gymnasiastinnen häufig nach Schulschluss bzw. in der Mittagspause trafen.
Vanessas Mutter war allein erziehend und arbeitete vormittags als Verkäuferin im größten Kaufhaus der Stadt. So konnte ihr nicht auffallen, dass ihre Tochter zwar morgens Tag für Tag um 7:30 Uhr aus dem Haus ging, jedoch immer öfter in die Wohnung zurückkehrte, sobald sie ihre Mutter auf dem Weg zur Arbeit wusste. Vanessa hörte dann Musik, sah sich DVDs an oder zockte an der Spielkonsole - ein deutlich erfreulicherer Zeitvertreib, als in der Schule zu sitzen und zu pauken.
Gegen Mittag, time for the return of their mother, Vanessa left the apartment on those days again, met mostly with Silke and other school friends, and then played in front of her mother standing at the stove, the daughter returning from school. This was proven routine and this time it should run Sun But that was not ...
While Vanessa and Silke in 'Belle de Jour' sat in their bar could taste Macchiato, was Vanessa's mother had not only home but also had already received a call from Vanessa's class teacher had in fact called to be governed by the well-being of daughter to ask - and to point to the now massive increase in the number of absenteeism.
sat Following the call Vanessa's mother for a few minutes quietly next to the telephone. She has always been proud, as the double burden of being a single mother and having to earn money, has brought under one umbrella. But now seemed a lot here so out of control to run.
you had to think about their own childhood: Strict, but fair, they would describe the education in their home. Especially in her youth, when more serious offenses ('serious' after the then standards) came the leather straps are used, they would have naturally desired by heart, they would exercise more compassion and her more freedom . Let
would not be the case a few things to say today, that was then used by too strict. With regard to other incidents, they found the educational activities of their parents but, however useful and accurate. However, Vanessa had never beaten. But now she was sitting there, and it was aware that something had happened. unlocked
As Vanessa, the apartment door, she heard immediately from the inside steps. When she looked into the face and then hurrying to their mother, she realized that anger decency. Kind, she could not say, but she was glad she had brought to dinner Silke. This would ease the situation. She thought.
"Hello, Mama Can! Silke eat with us today?"
"Where you come from?"
"from the school. We had sports." It was early summer, and how to support their claim, they wore their sports clothes on his body.
A slap was the immediate answer. "Lie" Leave me alone! Your teacher called. "
glowed While Vanessa's left cheek, she was otherwise quite pale around the nose.
"I work hard at, so you've got it good and get a decent education, and you ..." Vanessa's mother had no words. "Come stay with us! Silke, you can not today. Another time you, but we have to clarify something here." They took Vanessa on the left arm and pulled her with him towards the living room.
Silke was electrified. She looked after the two, turned around with a beating heart - and stopped at the door threshold. When she heard as a chair was set right, Silke closed the door from the inside, loud enough to think that Vanessa and her mother would, she was gone. As if under a magic spell, it Silke moved to the living room door. She crouched down on the side, and what they saw through the glass wing, she said finally in a hypnotic state.
Vanessa was on the knees of her mother, who, on a chair was sitting, took a wooden hair brush. And before the first blow fell, Vanessa raised her head and looked short of the secret witness in the eyes. She said nothing, although the sight of her, she had to make, obviously embarrassed.
Silke remained crouching for a moment in their location to soak up every possible detail in itself. Her friend felt sorry for her, no question, but there was this strange feeling of what is right, Mandatory, the unquestionable. She herself had never received anything in the butt, but what they saw here, she thought ... somehow to be correct.
Silke was clear that they could not stay longer: If Vanessa she saw it was only a matter of time looked over to the mother. When she quietly and slowly - very slowly - towards door slipped, she heard the first powerful blows. After a short time began to cry Vanessa.
"No, Mom, no!" The words could beat Silke's heart beat faster. She left her slightly sweaty hands resting on the handle. Instinctively, she knew that Vanessa's request not to the beating targeted as such. Something else had happened. As the blows started to rise again to Silke saw their idea confirms unmistakably the back of the brush smacked now Vanessa's naked skin.
There it was all over with Silke. She was satisfied through and through by a sense deeper justice. What happened here, it seemed the only right thing to do. You did not dare to risk another look at the events, but left work on the clapping and listened Vanessa contrite tears. Intoxicated by these impressions Silke left the apartment and closed the door as quietly as possible behind.
Vanessa was about to learn a lesson. But Silke had learned something for life. She who had never been beaten just about the experience long after and treasured in her heart.
