Pages from Yayalalar by the French cartoonist Alain Corbel, first published in 2000 by the Portuguese publisher Polvo and subsequently translated into French and published by Amok as Yaylalar in 2001.
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The front door slowly creaked open, Kori walked in carefully, having just come from school. "Hey kid! How was your day? Learn anything?" Frank asked, sitting up on the couch. But there was no answer. Kori simply walked off to her room. Frank was bothered, but decided to ignore it for now. Though, it was odd, the way she covered her face.
Soon enough, hours had passed. He hasn't heard a word from her. Normally she'd be right next to him, yapping his ears off. He hadn't even realized how late it was until he noticed how hungry he was. When he got up to start making dinner he saw something on the floor.
Cotton. A deep red color. Not even a light pink like he had seen before. Then he heard the thud come from her room. Ignoring everything else, he ran towards it, luckily it wasn't too far. He almost broke down the door, only to find Kori hidden in the corner, hiding her face with her arms.
Even her arms looked horrible. Cotton spilling from them, but he knew those weren't from her. The bite marks however- no. He couldn't think about that right now.
He carefully approached, trying to see what was wrong. He placed his hands on her arms, moving them hesitantly. Oddly enough, she didn't resist. Typically she'd try to hide in a state like this. But oh, what he saw was horrible.
Her mouth was stitched shut, with the other two ends cut open wide, up to her ears in a horrifying grin. And her eye, her right one, had been split open entirely. Her left eye was full of terror and fear, he knew this wasn't her fault, he knew someone else did it.
As she began to shake, he began to cry. Frank held her close, holding onto her as tightly as he could. He heard her trying to say something, only to choke on the cotton. He quickly shushed her, not wanting her to get any worse.
After a while of holding her he collected himself enough to fix her up. He had to be extremely careful this time, this was the worst it had ever been. The kids at school, they knew how fragile she was, they knew how easily she could be torn apart. It made him furious just thinking about it. But he had to stay calm, if he was too rough he'd end up hurting her.
Once he finished and had put the sewing stuff away he made her sit on the couch while he made something to eat. He decided a simple soup would be good for tonight. Especially after what happened.
"So...what happened?" Frank asked, trying to stay calm. It took Kori a minute just to think of what to say, "Some kids..they thought it would be funny...and..I mean- they had fun so- it doesn't matter right?" She sped up the more she spoke, eyes beginning to water again. Frank slammed his hands on the counter, "NO! That isn't okay! You need to tell me about these things sooner!" He turned around, only to see her shaking again. Right. The yelling.
Frank sighed and leaned against the wall. "KoKo..do you mind if I go out? Just for a bit. Maybe half an hour." He looked at her again, sounding calmer. She shook her head, "You're an adult. It's your decision." She mumbeld, looking up at the ceiling. He nodded and turned off the stove, "Okay. I'll be back as soon as I can. Soups on the stove when you're ready." He grabbed his keys and jacket, giving her a quick hug as he left.
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The engine to the van roared loudly, Frank was driving way over the speed limit. But that wasn't important right now. As much as he hated what he was about to do, it was necessary. After a while of driving he pulled up to a house, it was in the richer part of town.
When he knocked on the door a man answered, he looked disgusted by Frank. "Oh. You again. What do you want?" He snarled, Frank could see his son in the back. "Your son has been bullying my kid for months now! I've done all I can do that doesn't involve anyone getting hurt." Frank cracked his knuckles, "but some people just don't listen to they?" He punched the man hard before he could shut the door, even after he fell to the ground he continued to punch and kick all he could.
The mans son just stood there, too scared to do anything. His own dad wasn't even fighting back. Once Frank was done massacring the man he glared at the boy. "You. You leave my daughter alone. Next time, it'll be you." Frank knocked the man over again before walking off. The man was still alive, but now covered in bruises with a bloody nose. Maybe a few sprains. Nothing too serious.
As Frank drove away he felt satisfied. He had told that man many times about what happened, yet he did nothing. So, obviously he had to take matters into his own hands.
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By the time he got home, Kori was asleep on the couch. Smokey was curled into a ball on her legs. The soup had been put up already, though, he knew she probably hadn't eaten any. He sat down on the couch and groaned, which woke up the cat almost instantly. As the cat tried to crawl in his lap he picked him up and sat him on the floor. "One second, ya fat bastard.." Frank mumbled, sitting the cat down.
He then reached over and picked up Kori, she wasn't exactly light, but he was strong enough to grab her. He sat up while making sure she was leaning against him. Once he made sure she was comfortable he called the car back up, who happily laid in his lap.
Frank placed a hand on the cat and another on his daughter's head. He moved his hand lower and rubbed her back for a bit, looking over to watch whatever was on TV. He looked over at her again, she looked much calmer, a small hand holding onto him. All the tension in his face faded, he held her a little closer before trying to fall asleep himself.