On the stone road. Venia Mishin

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ soon he will have to breathe differently.

      He will have to spend time with person, who causes a desire to stop breathing at all.

      The man, whose increased self-esteem wasn’t supported by any life’s achievements – but he constantly pestered Eric with reproaches. To hear it from the loser wasn’t the most pleasant thing for him.

      In his youth, Carl Lanter played bass in a band, which was popular in the nightclubs of the town. Not having had time to disperse properly, he shifted gears, making one mistake after another. As a result, his star didn’t succeed: the birth occurred at the stage of collapse. Mr. Lanter proved not those, who gets up after the fall, he continues to lie and wait for someone to help him to overcome his problems.

      Eric, by the way, couldn’t understand, how his mother could love such a man? And why didn’t she left him after all that he had done and did not. Eric thought that, most likely, she is simply afraid of him. She is afraid of his hands, which have repeatedly made her hurt. Or maybe the whole thing was in her excessive kindness and faith in a hopeless?

      “How can I convince her?” – The desperate hope seemed inaccessible to Eric.

      The wind directed straight forward. A gentle breath of wind enveloped the Eric’s body and ruffled his wet hair. It was already dusk, lights in the street began to light up in a random order. After rising to the top of the hill, Eric, as usually, stood some time outside his home. He was thinking about what would happen if he turned back. After a few seconds, with sadness in his eyes and weighed down by his thoughts, Eric continued to go, promising himself that he would soon get rid of despotism.

      Not having had time to open the black door, he immediately heard the disgusting, soaked rage scream of the tormentor.

      – Who is it? – The resentful voice of Mr. Lanter came out of the living room.

      Ignoring the nasty sounds, Eric walked into the corridor. He heard Carl Lanter gets up from the couch – quite rare thing for him- and goes to him. His heart started to beat the countdown, preparing for defense.

      – Where is your mother? – Monster came out of the shadows into the corridor, which was lit by dilapidated lamp. – Why she doesn’t respond to my calls?! – His breath was as nasty as his words, which poisonous hatred all around him.

      – I have no idea – Eric said dryly, no longer able to tolerate the disgusting creature beside him.

      As soon as he tried to escape in his room, Karl Lanter grabbed him by the arm, not allowing to move.

      – I didn’t finish with you!

      – Really? – Eric asked irritably, in a loud voice.

      – Well, shut up – growled the monster, clutching Eric’s wrist. – Quickly tell me where she is, bastard? – His eyes bloodshot with anger.

      – Go to hell! – Angry shouted Eric, tearing his limb from his fat paws.

      After changing the direction, he went to the kitchen.

      – Give me your phone! – Demanded the tyrant, following directly behind Eric.

      In the hope that the ringing contraption will help him get rid of the madman, Eric shook out everything from his pockets in search of a mobile phone. Being killed by the ecstasy, he had forgotten what had happened to his phone.

      – I don’t have it, – recalling the shrunk piece of metal in his hand, said Eric.

      At the moment, he didn’t care how this could happen.

      – You are lying to me! You don’t want I call her! You cover her! You do not want me to know where she is and with whom! – Becoming drunk on his own malice, Carl Lanter was losing his mind, and began to tell the full absurdity.

      Sometimes Eric thought that blames of the oppressor in these absurdities, happened just because he would do that. Inadequacy persuaded Mr. Lanter in his right, that his actions might be inherent in other people around him.

      – I really lost it – Eric tried to speak as calmly as possible, trying not to let his feelings that were inside him to spray out.

      The boiling from anger bubbles were escaping from the mouth of Mr. Lanter.

      – Who are you kidding, bastard?!

      The back of the hand of Charles Lanter slid by Eric’s temple.

      His hands were shaking, his eyes were watered. His heart was torn by hatred for the man that stood in front of him; to the person who spoils everything within his radius. He wasn’t even a person, he was a creature – not able to take care of anyone, and certainly, not able to love someone! This consumer eats every day more and more energy: he is dangerous, and he spoils the life!

      – It’s ok, if only she … – his threats continued.

      Rotten tongue faltered and fell into the pharynx. Eric didn’t hear from him anything any more.

      The click in the head said, that the glass was full.

      The eyelids shut.

      Silence.

      A sec.

      Blurred loops quietly rushed for racing in different directions furniture: the kitchen tables with a crunch flew into details from merciless blows and its contents flew out and broke into pieces. In the air floated a variety of figurines, which were made of different material. Aluminum forks, spoons, knives, and other utensils —its all bent and compressed in lumps. The dining table was off the floor; it crashed into standing on a shelf picture and then broke in two parts.

      All that were in the kitchen were pressing the ceiling, the walls: it seemed, that a little bit more – and the room will fall apart. Whirlwind didn’t stop! Gas stove flew up, then fell down and began to cuddle up to the plinth, periodically tapping on the corner. Poison gas hastened to fill the air. Fifteen years old boy didn’t pay any attention to it.

      Eric stood with his eyes closed, as if nothing had happened. The only thing that he has deigned to respond for all time was a solid dull sound. In the hallway the sound of the merger with the wall of the skull of the person, who offended him, was interrupted by frame advance of occurs, replacing it by hurricane of events. In an instant mute knocks turned into a deafening cacophony.

      The last chord was the spark of the crashed incandescent bulb, which surprisingly hold out so long time among this chaos: the whole room became decorated in the bright blue color.

      The explosion.

      The room sunk into the orange-red storm.

      Along with shards of the glass door, Eric was thrown out into the cool evening, right on the flower bed of purple asters. His body shook, and his mind was somewhere else, but the instincts of self-preservation were trying somehow to revive the fragile flesh and pull as far as possible from the flame.

      The house looked like a torn shirt, from which holes the flame was burning. The fire began to grow, taking more and more of small dwelling for yourself.

      Scrolling СКАЧАТЬ