"Lucas! Welcome to your new home!" Melody, his mother of 17 years, called out to him as he pulled up into the driveway with his father. The house itself was smaller than the last. The dull, white siding was beginning to curve into a droll smile. The porch was caving in, each board starting to decay.
Lucas stepped out of the passenger side and gave it the same look he gave the last several residences. He was sick and tired of moving back and forth every time something went wrong. His mother, as "saintly" as she was, couldn't handle much stress whatsoever. As soon as Lucas had another incident, so began the search for another place to live. Each place smaller and more secluded than the last.
Melody greeted her son with an embracing yet apathetic hug, the way she always has, each and every time. With a dishonest smile, she kissed his cheeks and led the way into the next four-wall asylum that would soon be gone. As quickly as the last, he prepared for the next move already.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Silent Cycles
Kinh dịMoving into a new home, Lucas starts to feel on edge. Fearing what he begins to feel and see, he must unravel the truth. His life will depend on it.
