He doesn't move but he stomps on the spot and gives the impression of spinning like a lion in a cage. “Madam, Madam, what does that mean?” “, implores Aurélien. The president of the court has just served him with his committal warrant. Aurélien will therefore immediately go to prison, but he rejects the idea to the last ounce of energy. “Madam, how long?” », he asks with fear. Approximately five to seven days, depending on the sentencing judge. “Madam, Madam…” The words swirl like snowflakes, before slowly fading away in an atmosphere where indifference and disapproval intertwine. No, the plea does not raise compassion or empathy. Because he hits his mother, all the same! The handcuffs are already around his wrists. Click-clack. Departure for Metz-Queuleu.
Aurélien is an atypical boy. Strange even. We don't know if he's trying to stand out or if he's just non-conformist, off the beaten track, but he leaves no one indifferent. A long, puny figure drowned in large, fresh, black butter jogging pants, he does not go unnoticed. And even less when we focus on his funny hair. Large chick yellow corolla, a sort of bowl placed on the top of the skull, it cheerfully defies conventions.
The blows, yes they hurt…
This 26-year-old boy with an improbable look also has a disconcerting way of functioning and being. So, when President Anne-Sophie Antoine recalls the facts with which he is accused, he admits everything. “Absolutely everything,” he insists with astonishing naturalness. All what? First last August, drunk, in need of drugs, he had a blast and broke into his mother's home in the East Moselle without restraint. Taken to the emergency room, he returns home the next day. He screams at his mother, slaps her, spits on her, calls her a “whore” and a “slut”. “Yes, it's all true, but it's because she annoys me about everything. You have to tidy up the living room, make your bed, clean, cook. She annoys me,” explains Aurélien with a movement of his chin. Because he is like that, and there you have it: he gives in to his impulses without channeling anything. “But why stay? », asks the president of this Tanguy who is novotelizing the family apartment. “Because I don’t know where to go, well. ” Obviously.
And then there will be this Sunday, very recently. Aurélien should not go near his mother. But he came back, because he always comes back. ” For what ? », persists the president. Unexpected, improbable answer: “I missed her”. “We see the result, Sir,” squeaks Anne-Sophie Antoine. Everything went wrong that day. Aurélien, the tyrant son, remains as belligerent as ever. He hits, shakes, screams, but refutes the word violence. Then, when his mother goes to rest on her bed, he follows her, holds her head in his hands and pushes her onto the pillow, as if to suffocate her. “That’s not violence, is that? », asks the president. “There are worse things,” Aurélien retorts. Oddly enough, he really doesn't look like a bad guy…
Iconoclast, singular, immature, he is so down to the details. For example, he is unemployed and has never worked. “It doesn’t interest me,” he confides with a shrug. He is satisfied with the RSA, or 530 euros. “Do you have anything that interests you? », tries the president, visibly frightened. “No, not right now. » All delivered with breathtaking naturalness.
Aurélien is sentenced to eight months in prison with a committal warrant. He will benefit from the semi-liberty regime. And this time, he, whom nothing affects, is taken aback. He is standing there KO, stunned, dazed. The blows, yes they hurt…
Iconoclast, singular, immature, he is so down to the details.
