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Free Fall : Renaissance – Chapitre 3 (Version Française)

Free Fall 2 : Renaissance – Chapitre 3

Voici le chapitre 3 de ma suite au film Free Fall / Freier Fall ! J’espère qu’il vous plaira ! Un évènement inattendu attend Marc et cela risque de bouleverser un peu sa vie quotidienne.

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Je sens des mains douces remonter le long de mes hanches, caresser mon dos, puis m’enlacer. Je me retourne et contemple les yeux couleur bleue des mers de chine de Kay. Il m’adresse ce sourire angélique qu’il sait si bien faire. Je lui souris à mon tour et approche mon visage du sien. Je l’embrasse passionnément. Ses mains se posent sur mes joues. Je les sers tellement fort, comme si je ne voulais jamais les quitter. Il dépose un doux baiser sur le lobe de mon oreille gauche. Je succombe à son appel. Je l’enlace, je le prends dans mes bras. La chaleur de son corps nu réchauffe le mien.

Il pose sa tête au creux de mes épaules. Je lui embrasse le front délicatement. Notre étreinte dure quelques minutes, mais j’ai l’impression d’avoir perdu la notion de temps. J’aimerais rester avec Kay dans cette sphère paisible pour l’éternité.

Soudain, Kay relève sa tête et me regarde de son air innocent mais pourtant si malicieux. Sa voix sucrée effleure mes oreilles :

– Tu n’as jamais pensé à te casser quelque part ? Recommencer à zéro ?

Je le regarde avec un léger doute.

– Mais c’est ce que j’ai fait non ?

– Alors pourquoi nous ne sommes pas ensemble Marc ? Où es-tu ? Viens me chercher. Ne me laisse plus seul, dans les ténèbres.

Je me réveille brusquement, recouvert de sueur. Je respire difficilement.

– Kay … ? Kay !!! crie-je en vérifiant les draps à côté de moi.

C’est seulement au bout de plusieurs secondes que je me rends compte que je sors d’un rêve. Tout ça avait l’air si réel. Pourquoi me suis-je réveillé ? J’aurais voulu rester là avec lui encore et encore. Je n’en peux plus et je craque. Des larmes commencent à inonder mes joues.

– Kay … je balbutie en pleurant.

Je vérifie à nouveau mon lit, dans un fol espoir que Kay ait bien été présent. Mais il n’y a rien ni personne. Juste le vide laissé par Kay.

– Merde ! je hurle en lançant un coussin à travers la pièce.

À partir de cet instant, il n’est clairement plus possible de me rendormir. Ce rêve si doux mais si dur hante mon esprit. Je jette un œil à mon réveil : il est 3h50. Comme je tourne en rond depuis dix minutes, je décide d’enfiler rapidement un pantalon de sport et un sweat. J’attrape une serviette et mon maillot de bain que je fourre dans un sac, puis je sors de mon appartement. Je traverse aussi discrètement que possible la cour, puis rejoints le grand bâtiment où est située la piscine de la caserne.

Il est normalement interdit d’y aller la nuit, mais à cette heure, je ne risque pas de me faire prendre. Je me déshabille, enfile mon maillot de bain, puis me plonge doucement dans l’eau tiède. Cela me fait un bien fou. Je sens mes muscles se décontracter, se détendre. Je prends une grande inspiration puis j’effectue quelques longueurs à la brasse. Enfin, je décide de simplement me mettre sur le dos, comme si j’étais allongé sur l’eau, puis me laisse porter par le courant. Mes oreilles sont dans l’eau et je n’entends plus rien hormis les bruits aquatiques. Quel calme. Je ferme mes yeux. Je repense à la fois où Kay et moi avions fait les fous dans la piscine. Juste après notre brimade par Werner Brandt. C’est vraiment là que nous avions commencé à nous lier d’amitié. Sacré Kay. Il était toujours prêt à enfreindre les règles. Il se fichait bien d’être attrapé ou de ce qu’on aurait pu lui dire. Il savait pimenter sa vie, être insouciant, ouvrir son cœur en grand. Mon exact opposé. Tout l’inverse de moi. Je crois que c’est pour ça qu’il m’a attiré dès le départ.

Je me fonds dans ces pensées paisibles et me laisse aller au fil de l’eau. J’ignore combien de temps je reste ainsi, mais au bout d’un moment je me décide à rentrer à l’appartement avant qu’on ne me prenne sur le fait accompli. Certains officiers arrivent assez tôt à la caserne. Je sors de l’eau, me sèche, me rhabille puis regagne l’appartement.

Jusqu’au petit matin, je lis un bouquin et je regarde la télé. Vers 9h15, je rejoins la caserne pour partir en mission. Aujourd’hui, nous couvrons de nouveau l’événement culturel de la veille. Tout se passe bien.

En fin d’après-midi, alors que nous nous apprêtons à rentrer à la caserne, nous recevons un appel urgent du poste central nous annonçant que des débordements ont lieu dans la banlieue chaude d’une ville voisine. Nous sommes tous réquisitionnés, ainsi que d’autres unités proches des lieux, afin d’intervenir rapidement.

– Merde, lance Matthias sur un ton ironique. Moi qui pensait rentrer tranquillement ce soir !

– La ferme, Pfeiffer, peste Werner Brandt. Contente-toi de suivre les ordres !

Je maudits intérieurement cette mission de dernière minute, car Bettina m’a donné rendez-vous ce soir, et j’ai laissé mon portable à la caserne. Impossible de la prévenir.

– Merde, je murmure en silence.

Sur place, c’est le chaos. Visiblement, un large groupe de casseurs a décidé d’en découdre avec la police. Il nous faut plusieurs heures avant de rétablir le calme. À un moment donné, perdu dans mes pensées, je ne fais pas attention à un jeune qui fonce sur moi avec une batte de baseball dans la main. Je reçois un coup à l’épaule droite. Je me retourne aussitôt et aperçois la batte se diriger en plein sur mon visage. Heureusement, Matthias arrive à temps et se jette sur le forcené, le bloquant au sol puis le menottant.

– Merci … je murmure à Matthias.

– Qu’est-ce qui t’arrive mec, ressaisis-toi, on est pas en balade là !

– Promis.

Quand la mission se termine enfin et que nous rentrons, il est près de 23h30. Je sors du camion anti-émeute en courant et retire mon équipement en toute hâte dans les vestiaires. Je ne prends pas de douche et fonce directement vers ma Golf.

J’arrive à la maison vers minuit. Je sonne à la porte mais personne ne répond. Pourtant je vois de la lumière à travers la vitre. J’ouvre machinalement la porte.

– Bettina ? je crie.

Aucune réponse. Quand j’arrive dans le salon, je découvre Max dans son landau. Celui-ci est déjà tout prêt, comme s’il était sur le point d’être emmené. Un sac d’affaires est posé juste à côté. Je jette un œil rapidement dans toutes les pièces, mais aucune trace de Bettina. Je reviens vers Max qui commence à s’agiter et le prend dans mes bras.

– Alors mon bébé. Chut. Là.

Je le berce quelques instants, l’embrasse, puis le replace dans son landau. C’est en le repositionnant que je découvre une enveloppe de la part de Bettina sur le canapé. Je l’attrape et y trouve une lettre :

– « Marc … Je ne peux plus continuer comme ça. J’ai essayé de résister autant que j’ai pu, de tenir bon, mais je suis arrivé au bout de mes limites. J’aime Max de tout mon cœur, mais avec notre rupture quelque chose s’est brisé. Max est notre fils. Je voulais que nous l’élevions ensemble. J’avais tellement de rêves. Et ils se sont tous effondrés. Je ne vais pas épiloguer longtemps … Je te confie la garde de Max. Je ne peux pas élever un enfant qui n’aura jamais son père à ses côtés. Je suis désolée, Marc. Ce n’est pas l’idée que je m’étais faite de la famille. Je ne supporte plus d’être seule avec lui. N’essaye pas de me faire changer d’avis. Ne m’attend pas. Je ne reviendrai pas avant plusieurs jours. J’espère que tu comprendras. Bettina. »

– Merde, je hurle en lançant sa lettre à travers la pièce.

Comment pouvait-elle me faire ça ? Je sens la colère m’envahir. Bien évidemment, je serais le plus heureux des pères si je pouvais avoir Max, mais je vis dans une caserne, dans un petit appartement. Est-ce un lieu vraiment approprié pour élever un enfant ? A-t-elle pensé à tout cela ?

J’entends Max qui se met à pleurer. Je le prends dans mes bras pour le réconforter et il se calme peu à peu. Des larmes commencent aussi à se répandre sur mes joues.

– T’inquiètes pas petit bonhomme, papa sera toujours là pour toi. Je ne te laisserai jamais tomber, je lui susurre à l’oreille.

J’attrape l’enveloppe de Bettina et y découvre une liasse de billets accompagnée d’un petit mot : «Marc, voici tout l’argent que tu m’as envoyé depuis notre rupture, et un peu plus. Je ne l’ai jamais utilisé. J’espère que ça t’aidera. Bettina. ». Elle croit vraiment que l’argent réglera tout ? Ça m’aidera, mais ça n’arrangera pas tout.

Je n’ai plus rien à faire ici. Je replace Max dans son landau. Je passe de pièce en pièce et ferme toutes les lumières ainsi que les volets. Quand je reviens vers Max, celui-ci s’est paisiblement endormi. J’emporte son landau ainsi que plusieurs boites de lait en poudre et des biberons. Enfin, je referme à clef à la maison et m’avance de quelques pas.

J’y jette un dernier coup d’œil puis je regarde Max et pour la première fois depuis longtemps, en l’observant, mon visage s’illumine. Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais j’ai le sentiment qu’une nouvelle vie m’attend. Avancer, ne plus se retourner.

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Free Fall : Renaissance – Chapter 2 (English Version)

Free Fall : Renaissance – Chapter 2

Here is the second chapter of my written sequel to the movie Free Fall =) Happy reading and don’t hesitate to leave me your opinion in the comments or to share 😉

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When I am back at the Task Force quarters, it is around 9am. Although the sun is now fully risen, it is still a little bit cold outside. I get into my apartment and prepare some tea to warm up myself. I then sit down on my sofa and gaze at the barracks square through my bay window. Here and there, numerous members of the Task* are preparing to set out on mission. My apartment is located on the third floor of the building, and overlooks the large inner courtyard of the barracks. I swallow a mouthful of burning tea. I feel its warmth spread in me. I enjoy these few minutes of relaxation before beginning my day to have a look at my cell phone, which I had left here. When I go running, I like to cut myself off everything.

I find a message from Bettina. She is asking me if I can visit her at home tomorrow evening and wants a quick answer. This is obviously pretty urgent, and I am a little bit scared of it, because she never sent me such text messages since our break-up. Generally, when we need to see each other, we prefer to call and plan a meeting some days before, even if our conversations never last very long. Having nothing planned for tomorrow, I confirm her my agreement.

I stay on the sofa some more instants to relax when I suddenly hear someone knock at the door. Surprised, I go open it and find Matthias.

– Hi Marc ! How are you doing ? he exclaims while entering the apartment without being asked to do so.

Matthias Pfeiffer is a friend I made two months ago. He is a 25 years old young man, with short cut blond hair and green eyes. He has a pretty impressive build, which originates from the sport he practices since his earliest childhood, rugby. He had just joined the unit when we met for the first time. In order to welcome Matthias as well as another newcomer, the whole squad went in a bar. This had reminded me the unexpected integration of Kay in the team a few months ago … The unit stays, but the faces change. These two new recruits had arrived to fill the successive departures of Kay and Gregor.

– Not so bad, I answer with a slight smile while closing the door.

 I quickly became friend with Matthias when he had started to reveal me his personal story. His parents abandoned him and his little brother while they were still very young. They were then placed from families to social care institutions. Matthias’ brother, Lukas, was of a frail and timid nature, and homosexual. Therefore, Matthias has always been there to protect and take care of him.

I was deeply affected by his life story, and I felt Matthias was in a position to understand my situation. This is the reason why one month after I met him, I also narrated him my own personal background, apprehensively. It is usually very rare I dare confide in someone. Fortunately, I had the right feeling, because Matthias showed himself very comprehensive, and vowed to keep the secret. Being able to talk about all of this with an outside person did me a world of good and took a weight off me. I opened my door to Matthias and I hope I won’t regret it one day. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learnt with all these months, it’s that police is a very closed-minded and homophobic environment. So I have to hide and preserve myself at all cost.

When I had finished to tell him everything, Matthias asked me if I was gay or straight, if I made a choice. I answered him that I had no idea, that there was probably nothing to choose, just to accept. I never felt an attraction for any other guy except Kay. He was the only one to have ever given rise to such an effect on me. Matthias affirmed me afterwards that love knows no frontier, that homosexuality and heterosexuality are at bottom the same thing. Because love never warns and you can never know when it will strike, and how.

– Let me guess, he says while sitting on the sofa. You’ve been running ?

I answer him by nodding.

– Still no sign of Kay ?

– Still not.

– Sorry dude … But you know, I don’t understand why you stay here, lamenting on your fate. Since I know you, it looks like you try to do everything to forget him, but when I look at you, I only notice one thing.

– Oh really, and what is it ? I ask him on a slightly annoyed tone.

– You’re dying to see him again.

– Stop talking bullshit. Kay left. It’s been three months I’ve not seen him. All is over, I moved on.

– Have you even tried to call him ? he insists.

– Yes, of course I did. When I discovered he had left his apartment and the unit without telling me, I tried to reach him on his phone, but the line was cut. He had changed his number. Listen Matthias, I don’t really want to talk about this …

– Ok, ok, ok, sorry, he apologies while getting on his feet.

– Why are you here anyway ?

– I just wanted to pick you up to go to work together.

– That’s nice. I forgot it’s almost time to leave. So let’s go.

It is 9.30am when we arrive in the barracks’ hall. I come across Britt, one of my colleagues, who was a close friend to Kay. She is consequently aware of the whole story, but, luckily, she held her tongue. She stares at me with a dark gaze. Our relation has become pretty cold. She has probably not liked my behaviour towards Kay or even my family. As long as she doesn’t reveal anything to the others, I don’t wont to offend her. So I avoid as much as I can to stand in her way.

Today, Frank is not here because he has taken some days off. The day passes pretty quickly. We are patrolling until tomorrow in the streets of a nearby town where a cultural event takes place in the open air. At the end of the day, Matthias and I decide to have a drink in a bar.

I go to the counter to order two beers and a bowl of chips for Matthias and I, and then join him.

– Pretty quiet day, huh ? he asks.

– Yeah it was okay, I reply while swallowing a mouthful of beer.

– You seemed a bit weird today. Something’s perturbing you ?

– What makes you say so ?

– It’s only been two months since I know you Marc Borgmann, but your trick of the poker-faced guy who tries to show nothing through doesn’t work with me.

I answer nothing and grab a chips.

– When we get to know you better, we can see quickly that something’s wrong with you. Especially when you’re doing that face, he continues while giggling.

– It’s about Bettina, I admit to him.

– Tell me.

I hesitate a few moments, but I finally decide myself to talk.

– She sent me this text message, in the morning. She wants me to visit her tomorrow evening, but I don’t really know why, and it scares me. I have the feeling something’s going to turn wrong.

– It cannot be worse that what you’ve already gone through.

– True, but, I don’t know … She entrusts Max to me more and more these days. I was lucky if I saw him once every three weeks in the beginning.

– This is the reason why you moved by the way.

– Exactly.

– Listen, don’t worry. You will see what she has to tell you tomorrow, okay ?

– I hope you’re right …

– Moreover, what are you complaining about ? Seriously, how many men who just split up got the chance to continue seeing their child like you ? Bettina could have very well broke off all ties and prevent you from seeing Max.

A feminine voice suddenly starts talking behind Matthias :

– Hey guys, I hope we’re not disturbing you. Lukas told me you were both here, so we decided to join you.

It is Steffi, Matthias’ girlfriend. Lukas, the young brother of Matthias, accompanies her.

– Hello beauty ! he exclaims while getting up from his chair to kiss her. And you, come here little guy ! He takes his brother in his arms then friendly tousle his hair.

We discuss all four quietly around our drinks. At one point, I feel the need to have a smoke outside. When I grab my pack, Lukas calls out to me :

– I come with you ! I’d like to smoke one too.

We both get out in front of the bar, and I offer him one cigarette. I tried to stop smoking some weeks ago, but this task proved itself to be far more complicated than expected. I came to the conclusion it was not the moment for me yet. A feeling of well-being invades me when I inhale my first puff. I look at Lukas. He is a bit taller than his brother, but he has a lean body, not like Matthias. His hair is also brighter.

– So, how is it going at the barracks, he asks me.

– It’s okay. It’s not always simple. The routine if you prefer.

– I see … I know I should not tell you this, but Matthias has talked to me about your story.

– Oh, I answer on a calm tone, whereas I feel upset inside of me by this announcement. I hope he hasn’t told anybody else, I worry to Lukas. I fully trust him. My reputation can be totally destroyed in the space of one day. You don’t know how police works. I was able to see it three months ago.

– No, don’t worry, you secret is well kept, I promise. The only reason why Matthias told me about it is because, as he has probably said to you, I’m gay. And I think he needed to have an external point of view.

– And, what did you say ? I ask while I take a drag on my cigarette.

– Listen … I’m almost ten years younger than you, so frankly I cannot really judge, especially as I’m not involved at all, but … something’s troubling me.

– What is it ?

– Why have you never tried to find Kay again ?

This question destabilizes me so much that I let my cigarette fall on the ground.

– I’m sorry, Marc, I didn’t mean … I didn’t mean to push you around, apologizes Lukas.

– It’s nothing. It’s just … I’m always embarrassed when I hear his name. And it’s difficult for me to talk about it. The wounds are still opened. I try to forget him, you understand. He took his decision, he left.

A few seconds of silence ensue. I decide to break it.

– And, I don’t even know who I am anymore. What I am. I don’t know if I prefer women, or if I like men.

Lukas places his hand on my shoulder and fixes his gaze on me.

– Listen Marc. Maybe you don’t have to choose. In the end, you are still the same. What occurred between you and Kay goes beyond the notion of orientation. Tell yourself that you have not fallen in love with a man, but with a human being. We are all human beings. Why do you want to put yourself in a box at all cost ? You are who you are, you are what you are, and it’s all that matters. Don’t ask yourself more questions. The more you torture your mind with it, the more your life will get complicated. Trust me.

This speech from Lukas strikes me with full force like a cannonball. He was not wrong. I was too tormented. Trapped inside a fog from which I couldn’t extract myself since three months.

Later, when I finally slip under the duvet from my bed, I am unable to help repeating  myself in a continuous loop Lukas’ statements in my head. “Why have you never tried to find Kay again ?”. Never a second this thought had crossed my mind. For me Kay had taken his decision and I had no right to question it, to go back. This was the punishment I had been inflicted, and I had to accept it. I always thought there was no possible expiation. I had to continue alone and get myself back together.

What if I tried to start searching for him ? No, this is totally insane … I will never find him again. I had quickly taken the decision to not catch him up. Because the truth was I realized during our romance that, paradoxically, the more I was getting away from Kay, the more I craved to be by his side. I had to burn the bridges.

I’m so gnawed in my thoughts that I open the bay window of my living room and light a cigarette to have a change of air. The big inner courtyard is calm, peaceful. No sound can be heard.

I think again about all those intimate moments passed with Kay. Plunged into his gaze and his arms, I felt safe, cut from the world, far from my oppressing family. This family which was incessantly trying to infiltrate in my life, which was asking so many questions, which always wanted to know everything. Kay was my secret sanctum. And thanks to him, I no longer had the feeling of suffocating. No, I was breathing.

I finally go back to my bed. As I’m still unable to fall asleep, I decide to put back out the last fragment of Kay I’ve got left. I have not hold it in my hands since more than two months. It is his almost black, navy-blue sweatshirt, which he often wore when we were running. I extract it from my chest of drawers. One day, he lent it to me, and I did not have the chance to give it him back.

I hold it tight against me, I smell its sweet scent. It is as if Kay was by my side once again for a brief moment. I calm down, and without realizing it, I fall in a deep sleep.

Task = Task is a special unit in the German police. It is equal to the CRS in France. The task for which they are best known is crowd and riot control and re-establishment of order.

Chapter’s Song


It took me some time to decide myself on a song. And I finally chose Fly. I’m not specially fan of Hilary Duff, but this song is really superb and the lyrics perfectly fit with this chapter’s idea. That means it is time for Marc to let his torments behind him, and above all, open this part of him he tries to hide. And finally, be positive in order to better move forward.

To see the lyrics : http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/hilaryduff/fly.html