Spider's Game: Chapter 18

                                                      18

  He went into his study he closed the door, he was tired, he felt his head to burst, not turned on the light and began to walk back and forth. He felt hot, undid a button of his shirt , he was sweating , his forehead was pearly . He thought and walked back and forth. " Mich , Mich but where is your father? Mich you said you boarded ? Mich do not believe you ! " And down the barrel, Mich raised react defend yourself , nothing..

Crying .. " Mich that make you cry? We have again beaten? " Was his best friend, the only friend . " Forget it , our comrades are as ignorant as goats. Do you know why they will beat you ? "" No " " Why do you vent on the beatings they receive from their parents. "

Her mother not, however , his mother had never beaten , that's why they are not bad .

" But then just this story. Your father's party is located in India makes the sailor. So you said your mother and so it is. Think of me that my dad is dead and I have suffered so much . You 've got your daddy . "

She was good, the only good person who knew how many times he wanted to meet again . And that time he had found the address where he lived, the time had passed , now was large, had also their children, not even found the courage to say hello and ask her if she remembered of him, Mich . To tell her that the man who was now standing in front of that child who was always crying , which took many beatings by his companions , who was always looking for his father and that she always knew console.

" Mich , why are you weeping ? Even your father ? "" Yes mom " " Hey Mich , when you feel nostalgia for your father , go to the harbor, looking out to sea , and he thinks that he is there far away " " But it will come back ? "" Yes Mich " " Now go to take the bread , you 've already paid . "

He felt a choking anger , his legs ached , he was always in the same room but had walked miles. He stopped and threw a dead weight on the chair . He had to put an end to it all, he was not evil, he was not bad , her friend had told him , the children become bad if parents beat them .. but his mother had never beaten . No he could not be an instrument of evil .

The darkness enveloped him completely of the study , had become at one with anything. He loved the silence that was created when everything became dark , he could hear in his head the music he loved so much , classical music , the one who played Mozart. But he preferred to imagine it and create it in his head , thought that rather hear on the radio or on television.

Now he felt relaxed , he began to laugh. He laughed hysterically .

Then he stood up , buttoned his shirt wiped his forehead with a handkerchief that he always kept in his pocket, opened the door and went out.