Cheats and truths

Cheats and Truths Part 2

Finally waking up in his bed, in his house. Everything have been just a dream. Everything's away and he feels safe. His house is made of wood, it's new: his dad did it. His mum is cooking and his brother's sleeping next to him. He sees how his dad is working at his new job he got a week ago.

„Hey, hey, hey, hey! Wake up, wake up, wake up!" screams silently.
Luke starts to sweat a lot, breathing faster and faster. He can't realize anything right now. He's between winter and summer, his house and the park, between his family and Erin, between his past and present time.
Luke wakes up suddenly and sees Erin's eyes close to him. She tries to calm him without letting noticing her from the other.
„Are you ok? Please say something to me" Erin looks as shocked as Luke is. Both are trying to cool and calm down for talking again.
„Yes, yes.. Sorry! Sorry, everything's ok and thank you, but I'm really sorry, Erin, I didn't want to scare you." says Luke, still scared. He feels more and more ashamed for what happened it was the last thing he wanted that someone was scared and cared about himself. Maybe nothing had to happen, too late? Maybe, maybe not.
„My fault, I'm really sorry, I never wanted to push you, you don't have to..."
„Don't worry, I want to talk to you, you are a good girl" Interrupts Luke. He knows he won't get back again, but he had to. For one time he had not to think that much before doing something. He feels once he's doing the right thing, maybe.
„Take a seat Erin, please"
„Thank you" says Erin smiling as she didn't expect it.
He looks at the nothing, as he doesn't know where to start, doing a weak sound with his mouth. Erin takes his hand. Luke starts to talk, as he would be the record and she his player

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„We used to live in the city, in a modest apartment. My mother worked as a secretary, she never wanted to say for who she worked for and I never asked and cared for it. My dad used to build new houses and repair older houses. When we had not enough money, he also helped by repairing streets, doing tunnels or wherever someone needed a man more.
My brother were younger than me, exactly three years.
Well, my brother used to be very fanatic and egoist, he only cared about himself, he loved mostly to break things. Sometimes to make the house in a mess: Once he broke a lamp, he literally destroyed it. We were both at home and I didn't notice anything. When my mum came home, by brother went as fast as he could to her and tramped on the broken lamp, so happened he hurt his foot and started immediately to cry. I did a little more caution because I saw immediately the crushed lamp and had been shocked at this moment: everything happened so fast.
As my mum saw the broken lamp, the hurt son, the eldest son looking scared, she immediately thought it was me.
After healing Mark, she said: „Who was it? Who broke my lamp this time? I'll turn mad once! You devils, you are breaking my life!"
The evening passed that no one said a word and dad came in the morning, drunk, after a hard day passed working.

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The next day, mum comes to us, waking us up, calling us „beautiful angels". The morning passes like the others. After school time, when I come home, the walls of our house are painted with phrases like: „ABC", „Luke", „Evil", „Lalala" and other stuff. My brother isn't at home, I'm alone. Before I can realize something, my mum comes with my brother.
My mum stays as a stone firstly: „Who? Who wrote this? Who's destroyed home? Luke! Come here you stupid evil! Why did you do it?" Shouts mum.
„I didn't do anything, mum! I just went home and you came a few minutes after me. Please believe me, I would never do it!" 
I need to cry, to cry until there will never be no more tears for the rest of my life, I'm so scared as I would have done it for real.
After a few hours mum takes us and asks who did this shit. We both deny. I was sure my brother did it, who else
My mum thinks about my brother too, mostly because he's still very young and doesn't know what he does, but she can't prove it. My brother knows he did it, but does anything to say it was me. Everyone knows my brother did it, but no one can show it. Mark broke so many things, but no one have been ever punished; no one „did it" at the end. Mum's too kind for punishing both of us
„Are there ghosts in here or what? I'll turn mad once with you little devils, I know it! I will! What did I do in my life, that I need to be punished like this?" screams mum. She mostly screams every day the same stuff. After shouting everything from her heart, she goes to her room and cries silently. Sometimes I wanted to talk to her, but I never did, I always felt my heart breaking seeing her crying and I didn't want to cry with her. After crying, washing herself, she does not say a word to no one for the rest of the evening.