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is better for you to shut tour mouth, bastard – omitting greeting, growled Mr. Lanter. He was never interested in the life of his only son. He was interested only in food in the refrigerator, and mindless sitcoms on TV.

      – Where is your mother? The voice of Mr. Lanter had a special rate for Eric’s membranes. His sound was so nasty and irritable that the young man felt tackles stomach contents into the throat. The same was with visual perception, Eric could hardly contemplate hunched creature with bulging belly and flanks; almost always he looked away as he spoke to him.

      – Try to guess – through clenched teeth, said to him Eric.

      He displayed the audacity and almost suffered from the punishment, but he managed to dodge, recoiling aside. Eric got up from the floor, in front of him stood Karl Lanter and poisonous whispered:

      – Do you want I break all the bones? – Mr Lanter threatened his son.

      – Oh, I’m trembling. You don’t have to strain your imagination, coming up with a threat – they won’t work on me! – With a straight face said Eric, carefully hiding the fear of the consequences of his statements.

      One of the favorite ways of Charles Lanter to get his own way was blackmail. He regularly practiced it on his wife, demanding desired from her. If he needed money, he had to beg them by means of threatening to sell something of value, which, by the way was a little bit. Basically, Mr. Lanter attempted the electrical equipment: TV, video player, tape recorder, video camera, which he sold, despite the fact that he had received the contribution to delay the sale until the next fit of rage caused by a lack of finance for the next scrap. In addition, Carl Lanter was generous on the physical threat.

      – Bald bastard worthy of your mother, the same bald stuff. Probably, you cover her again, you just don’t want to tell me where she is, – loathing poured out of his mouth with saliva. By the crush, he had the worst wife in the world, Mr. Lanter vacated the room by his presence.

      Eric hated everything associated with his father, everything, even his favorite things: whether the dish, color, or a musical composition on the radio – were associated with him, and he would like not to think about him as much time, as it possible. For a minute after standing in one place, Eric rushed to the cupboard for fresh clothes. Desire to get out of the house as quickly as it possible, made him neglect the morning shower. One of the most native people was the most hated man for him.

      Eric untied torn red sneakers and his eyes began to run around the room in the search of his mobile phone. He forgot where he put it. Eric in a rush climbed every corner of the backpack, and the desk, then he dropped to his knees and went on searching for the phone under the bed.

      Instead of finding he noticed some kind of strangeness. Metal bed legs haven’t been fixed; instead, they were bent away from the wall. Rising and looking around carefully, Eric began to feel that much in his room was slightly distorted. It wasn’t so much caught the eye, but if you look closely, you could notice in furniture or in walls some kind of bulge. He began to feel that the room was shrinking. Eric convinced himself that all this nonsense, but then he immediately thought of crashing into him a glowing ball.

      Thinking about the establishment of a notebook, where he could write the events that occurred for unknown reasons – Eric grabbed the black jacket, which was lying on a chair and immediately left his room, and then he left the house. He didn’t want to stay there anymore.

      “Anywhere but wouldn’t hear him!” – that was the eternal principle of a fifteen-year boy. When he went out on the street, he stopped for a moment to check whether there were externally concavities at the walls of his room.

      Everything was as it was yesterday.

      Going down the hill, Eric walked briskly on dark blue asphalt. The street was damp and the rain was drizzling. Disgusting and depressing. Maybe that’s why his father was so angry?

      On this point Eric didn’t bother, he was much more concerned about the events of yesterday evening. Of course, he was still puzzled by the incident that happened to him yesterday on the porch.

      “Maybe that was hallucination caused by spasm, or a heart attack or stroke? Rubbish! "– Going through the options, one more stupid than the other, Eric decided to turn to the Internet. The phone was hidden in the inner pocket of the jacket. He looked at the mobile phone screen, viewing a bunch of references. Nothing suitable. Not paying attention to anything, he was almost run over by a Pickup truck, which was driven by a young girl. Not finding an answer to his question, Eric decided to forget about it as it was a nightmare. Nothing worked.

      Half an hour later, he stood at the entrance of a dilapidated cinema theater, owned by the parents of his friend Noah Holm. In drizzle color, ragged walls of the building looked sad, though, like each of closely pressed to each other construction in a quiet town.

      He had nowhere to go; Constantine went to his aunt for the weekend, so Eric decided to look back to place, where once he worked a little bit, and had a good time.

      In the Holm’s cinema theatre worked exceptionally Holms. The head of the family Elton Holm economized on the absence of the staff. Noah had to persuade his father for a long time, before he hired Eric to work. The Holms cinema has been a popular place in The Silent Valley due to its small cafes.

      Local hard workers and elderly people often looked to in order to alleviate the heavy burden of the harsh reality. After going through the empty foyer past the closed cash desks, Eric slowly dumped the hood and went to the cafe. Hospital lighting and annoying blinking lights made the café alien body in the cinema theatre that radiated the heat of the old days.

      The withered tables were empty, only Mrs. Clara Holm was there. Standing at the bar, a woman with a big heart and the size of clothes, wiped clean glasses.

      – How is the day? – Eric asked friendly, sitting on a high chair.

      – You’re the first one who visited us today, – with a sad smile, said Mrs. Holm, adjusting a brown bundle on her head.

      – It’s not evening yet! – Eric encouraged her.

      It was in the evening when the remaining people of the Silent Valley were running together to the cafe.

      – Is Noah here? – Eric asked Mrs. Holm, watching as she was going to wipe the dust where it wasn’t.

      – Noah is going to come later. Maybe I’ll bring you anything? – She asked, hardly have said the previous sentence. Looking at the woman Eric could see her bursting desire to occupy herself with something useful.

      – Pancakes – on reflection said Eric.

      In fact, he even didn’t want to eat; he ordered pancakes only out of politeness to Mrs. Holm. Also, out of politeness, he became to push it into his mouth.

      The meal was delicious, as always, but he didn’t want to eat at all.

      In anticipation Eric watched through the panoramic window of the cafe as overcast sky gradually fills with frightening blackness. The street was dark, as if the night falls, although till the sunset was almost seven hours.

      Ahead of heavy rain for a few seconds, Eric Noah came in empty restaurant. He was wound up and upset by something. Eric immediately guessed that the reason was Alice. In Eric’s point of view she was a local beautiful girl, and no more. He didn’t understand his peers, playing the game “I love you.” Eric is sure that this feeling they simply can’t experience, and those cutting the ear sweet words were a manifestation of childhood from which they so vehemently were trying to repudiate.

      As it turned out later, Noah broke up with Alice. She left him, for the sake of a guy named William.

      – What a foolish name! – Noah muttered resentfully. When he is angry, he becomes even funnier. – Who is now generally calls the child this name?

      – Actually,

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