Like Father Like Son (writer's block is a curse!)

Chapter Four

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Chapter four

Zach’s P.O.V.

I sighed as I pushed the door open and walked into the deathly silent house.

 I felt the wall to my right for the switch, my hands ran up and down the cold brick wall, until my fingers found the smooth plastic of the light switch.

I flicked it and the hall illuminated with a warm light that didn’t warm the cold harsh atmosphere.

I walked quickly up the hall, my thongs slapping loudly against the dark polished floorboards and echoed through the house.

 I walked up the stairs, taking two at a time.

 I approached my parent’s room, trying to step as quietly as I could. I pressed my ear to the closed door, straining to hear noise from inside.

I knocked softly against the cream wooden door. I waited

There was silence.

I put my hand on the cold brass handle, turned it and pushed the door open

There was a lamp on in the corner illuminating the room in a half glow, the warmth of the light touched the white wardrobe in the corner, the pictures hanging on one wall and the big King bed with soft cream covers under the window.

 Even though it was a hot night the windows were all closed and the white sheer curtains were all closed.

I moved slowly across the room to a figure curled up in the middle of the bed.

I sat gently on the end of the bed and put my hand on my mother’s soft hair.

She lifted her head and crawled over to my side, her hair had come out of her elaborate updo and her makeup was streaked and smudged on her face. Her green eyes were shining with unshead tears.

I put my arms protectively around her small frame, her hands went trembling around my waist and she buried her face in my neck as her tears streamed down her face.

She stayed in my arms for a long time, her tears staining my gray shirt. After a while her trembling and tears stopped.

I looked down and her eyes were closed and her breathing had slowed, her eyelashes making long shadows across her face.

I picked up her light frame and laid her on top of the soft doona cover. I walked softly over to the cupboard and turned off the lamp.

Then I walked over to the windows and pushed the curtains back and opened the windows and let the cool evening breeze rush through into the warm room.

I walked to the door and turned, the curtains were blowing gently and the room was dark, except for the silvery light spilling in from the moon outside the window.

I closed the door behind me with a soft click.

I walked down to the basement my anger growing with each step; it was consuming me until I could barely see anything except black and bright red.