Cheats and truths

Cheats and Truths Part 3

He's sitting the whole time in the car looking forward, driving.
"Dad? Where are we going?".
No answer comes out from him.
„Where do we go?" Keep I asking.
No sing of him. He just stare at me from the little mirror, in the middle in the car. The first and last sing he will do the whole time we've been in the car.
After some hours spent in the car between sleeping and trying to, between streets with big houses against little ones and streets with none, between following the sun and counting the clouds. The car stops; such a short unexpected moment, as normal one.
Dad opens the door car, goes out, closes it again and locks it. As I would be a hostage who is has to forget the world.
There's no one here, not even my dad. He's probably paying the petrol. He's going back to me.
Why is he acting like this? What happened? He locks out the car and gets in again. He turns on the car and starts eating a sandwich. I look at him, I'm starving since hours. He throws a second sandwich to me, without turning his head.
It's the greatest sandwich I ate before. Just a sandwich. I ate it out before a minute was gone. I'm starving. I need to throw up. I don't know what I want. The smell of car it's disgusting.
How long? Why? My head hurts so much. I feel so weak. I want to wake up! I want to wake up! If I can't I want to sleep, but I can't; as I would already be in a bad dream
what am I for... What am I... What?
This moment seems to be endless. It feels like it won't change no more, as it always have been like this. All my memories are becoming more and more a dream. I feel so bad, so sick. Is he really my dad? Our car? I can't recognise anything. That's so uncomfortable here. Will I die? It's so hot in here, I should lay down and wear lighter clothes, but I can't open myself from the chuckle and from this hot and wet pyjama.
It looks like we are going to a desert. Things are getting less and less in here.
No water, nothing to eat. Moving with a jeep, I'm behind my dad. He's driving, driving and driving as it would be a drug. A drug he can't deny. Driving until his death. His son is behind him; actually, he was his son, probably. He's a put of bones. The dad keeps driving. He got a curse: He got to drive, drive and drive again without being able to stop, having his son behind him. Having the burden of his son. He drives, drives and drives; to carry his son to the heaven, going afterwards to the hell for his last stop. His trip between the ashes and fire of his life.
The evil will throw his bones to his dogs: every knock is still alive, feeling anything; going to suffer forever.

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What happened before? It's all black, did I dream before? Well, probably I just have to open my eyes to know it.
The bed's all white, it's bigger than mine. There are not many things here. It's very light here. A window.
Away with the sheet. Ugh, it's cold! I stand up. Am I in the country? The sky is so blue, it's so beautiful! Do we have a garden, too? I always dreamed about having a garden all for us!
What time is it? Did I sleep the whole day and night or did I just sleep just a few hours? I feel I slept so much I won't sleep no more. Let's go downstairs now.
The house looks empty: the walls are all from an old blue. This house looks like it hasn't hosted no one since ages, but it has his own fashion. The first floor has five rooms, I see and it seems everything so quiet"
I'm on the top of the stages, dad's down looking at me. I run downstairs to him, jump on him and we hug us tight.
„How did you sleep, champion?"
„I slept great dad, thank you!" I never called him „dad". I normally called him „Dad", as it would be his real name, as everyone called him „Dad". This time I felt he was my dad, just mine. We never really hugged us, I felt so good with him
this morning.
„Any plans for today, champion?"
„Uhm no." I don't know if it's a real question or just a tricky one. Did I have to answer „yes, being with you" or does he already have some plans?
„Ehm" I don't know what to say.
„Today, we are going to do a „lazy-day". What do you think about?"
„Yaaaaay" I scream full of happiness. I'm so happy. I don't know why, but I feel happy.