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The Boy In The Book

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´╗┐The Boy in the Book Edward sat in his candlelit room. As the wind whistled through the window shutters, and the rest of the wooden house creaked its usual noises, Edward sat in his chair and read. He had been reading for several hours so far in his quiet, glowing room. His mother, Francine, called him from down the wooden staircase. ?Eddie, dinner sweetheart?. Her calls went without a response. She called again. Edward remained in his seat, reading from the old, brown, dusty book. Footsteps were heard from the stairway, and then a head appeared in the door of Edward?s room, it was his mother. ?Dinner is ready? she said softly. Edward continued to read. Francine became agitated, and moved towards Edward, reaching out to grab the book. Edward swivelled on the chair so that his mother could not reach it, all the while he read. Francine now became worried, this was not usual of her son, Edward was normally such a polite and friendly child, and would never disobey his parents. She decided to ask again, ?Edward, honey, are you okay? Dinner is ready if you want some?. Still no answer. In the doorway appeared another face, Edward?s sister Victoria. Vicky, as she preferred to be called, had been recovering all day from a late night. She had been out with two boys in her village and had arrived home in the early hours of the morning. ?Well hello Vicki?, said her mother in an enquiring voice. ...read more.


Harold turned to his son, who had been reading even as his father had been talking. The females in the room became worried and anxious at the same time. Harold stumbled a few steps in his son?s direction, ?Boy!? he said. Edward continued to read. ?BOY!? Harold repeated, this time with more anger. Edward kept his eyes firmly on the page he was reading. Meanwhile, Francine and her daughter had exchange worried looks at each other. Harold reached into his jacket pocket, and pulled out a half-empty bottle of golden liquid, he quickly unscrewed the lid and necked the rest of the drink. A strong smell of alcohol was released into the room. Harold lightly kicked the bottom of Edward?s chair. ?Come on boy, get downstairs?. No answer. ?Now!? he exclaimed. Francine moved to her husband?s side and put her hand on his arm, ?Don?t worry honey, it?s okay, we can have dinner without Ed, and he can come down when he is ready?. Harold turned his head towards his wife, WHAM! He slapped her hard across the face. ?I demand respect from my family, from you and from him!? Victoria, who had been trying very hard to remain out of her father?s field of vision, spoke up. ?Dad, come on, no need to get upset?. ?You DARE to speak to me? You dare to tell me not to get upset?!? Harold shot these words at his daughter. ...read more.


Harold was snarling and pushing his daughter so hard the walls were shaking, the house was trembling with his anger. Francine got to her feet and ran at her husband, wildly flailing her arms, she began banging on his back, then smacking his head. Harold released Victoria from his grip, and as his daughter slid to the floor, he began strangling his wife, he was now more animal than human. As the drama unfolded behind him, suddenly, Edward rose from his chair. He placed the book on his seat, still open at the page he was reading. He picked up a solid flower vase from the window sill, walked calmly behind his father, who was too occupied on the physical assault on his wife to notice. The vase was brought crashing down on Harold?s head, it smashed and the violent man immediately shrank and hit the floor. The shards of glass flew in every direction. Francine slowly crumbled and sat on the floor, away from her husband. Edward turned and went back to his seat. He continued reading from where he left off. As Victoria came to her mother?s side and both looked upon the body, lying still on the floor as a dark red liquid poured from Harold?s head to the wood, both began to well up, tears ran down both faces. It was unclear whether these were tears of joy or pain. Francine went to ask her son ?Edward, what are you reading???, but before she could finish her sentence, Edward halted her with a quiet ?shush?. Edward continued to read. ...read more.

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