Capitulo 4 : Control

Liam woke up feeling the weight of the previous night in his body. Not only for fatigue, but for something deeper, darker. The guilt.

He sat on the bed, passing a hand for his face. The images were still fresh in his mind: the despair in his eyes on his father, the tremor in his voice, the tears running for his face.

All for your fault.

He sighed and got up, feeling the cold air in his skin. He dressed in silence and lowered the stairs, waiting to find his father as always: impeccable, with his well fit, suitable to go to work.

But when he reached the kitchen, his father was already there, sitting on the table with a cup of coffee in his hands.

Liam stopped for a moment.

There was something ... different in him.

His posture was still straight, his quiet expression, but his eyes still had traces of what happened the night before.

When his gaze met with Liam's, his smile appeared immediately.

-Well days, son.

His voice was warm, relaxed, as if nothing had happened.

As if everything was fine.

Liam felt more relieved than he expected.

-Well days, dad.

He sat in front of him, feeling a slight discomfort of discomfort in the neck. But he ignored it.

I did not want to do this more difficult.

Not when his father had already had enough pain for his fault.

"I have all the meetings all day," said his father, taking a sip of coffee. Do you have any plan after school?

Liam shook his head.

-Necked especially.

His father smiled slightly.

-Bien. Then we will have dinner together.

Liam nodded.

There was something in the way he said it ...

It was not an invitation.

It was a fact.

His father hoped he was at home.

And suddenly, he felt the pressure of his promise.

You're not going to go.

How was he going to break it so soon?

He sighed and his breakfast was sin in silence, trying to convince him that everything was fine.

That his father was only worried.

I really was doing it for her good.

But in the deepest of his mind, buried under layers of guilt and fear ...

Meanwhile ...

His father was on the table even after Liam left the main door.

Calm, he pulled out his phone, unlocking him with a simple gesture.

Opened the application.

The location of Liam appeared on the screen instantly.

He smiled slightly.

Everything was under control.

He took a sip more of coffee, feeling the bitter flavor to go through his throat.

The previous night had been more difficult than expected.

But Liam was a good son.

A loyal son.

A son who trusted his father.

And while that I was still like that ...

I would never suspect the truth.

He closed the application with tranquility and got up from the table, ready to continue his day.

Everything was exactly existed as he had planned it.

The next day another day

A dream began with a feeling of calm.

Liam was sitting on the sofa of the house, with an open book in his lap. The sunset light dyed the room of a soft golden, and the aroma of jazmine tea floated in the air.

His mother was there.

Lucida radiant, as always remembered it. His hair fell into soft waves on his shoulders and his smile had that warmth that he did everything seem safe.

"I'm a voice sounded soft, almost melancholy. Listen to me well, love.

Liam looked up the book, confused.

There was something strange in his tone. He did not sound like her.

He did not sound like his mother relaxed after a long day.

It sounded precavidated.

-What's wrong, mom?

She leaned towards him and stroked her face with tenderness.

-When it's not, I want you to remember something.

Liam felt the air in the room heavier heavier.

-Do not say that ...

"He's a mother, his mother took his hands between his and stared at him. There are things that your father does not want you to know.

Liam blinked.

His mother never spoke badly of his father.

- What are you talking about?

His mother swallowed and looked over his shoulder, as if he feared someone to listen to them.

-He is not the one you think it's.

Liam felt his skin he was getting her.

-Mom, I do not understand ...

"You'll do her," he smiled sadly. But when the time comes, I want you to trust yourself. Not in it.

The air in the room seemed to become colder.

His mother squeezed his hand with more strength.

-Lami ... Do not let him control you.

His heart was beating hard.

-¿Controlarme? What are you talking about?

His mother opened his mouth to answer, but at that moment, the sunset light turned off and a shadow fell on the room.

His mother's body became blurred.

His image began to fade like smoke in the wind.

-¡Mamá! Liam shouted, trying to hold her, but his hands crossed the emptiness.

The echo of his voice resoned in nothing.

And then, he woke up.

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Back to reality

Liam opened his eyes with a prawning.

His room was in gloom, just illuminated by the light of the moon that filtered through the window.

His heart was blowing strongly in his chest, his hands were cold.

The dream had been too real.

Liam ran a hand by his face, trying to calm down.

I could not remember the last time I dreamed of his mother ...

But what most resting was what she said.

"There are things that your father does not want you to know."

"Do not let him control you."

His breathing was irregular.

It was just a dream, right?

A simple memory distorted by his subconscious.

Or no?

Liam closed his eyes and forced him to breathe deep.

I could not afford to think too much about this.

It was just a dream.

Nothing else.

If it was only a dream ...