Kelsi Cruise Sun Oct 11, 2009 6:37 pm
It was a silent dinner. Like most. But they usually ended up with plates being thrown around. Mostly aimed at Eric. His mom was drinking her fifth glass of wine, and his dad was staring at Eric darkly. Mostly because Eric was staring back, pretty much the same way. Of course, he was trying to show his dad that he was brave, and that maybe it was time to stop the abusion.
Of course, at the same time, Eric was terrified. His hands were trembling. That's why he kept them under the table.
"Be polite, you're in Europe. Put your hands up on the table, boy. Before I come over there and force them on the table." his dad said darkly.
This was a test. Like everything. But either way was a wrong choice. Putting his hands on the table would cause a fight- because he'll be trembling. He leaves them under the table? Same thing.
Eric slowly placed his hands on the table, but while doing so, he knocked the wine bottle onto the floor. Obviously, it shattered.
"MY WINE! YOU STUPID BOY!"
And it aroused a fight. "SHUT UP, BOTH OF YOU!" Eric screamed. "You know what?! YOU'LL END UP KILLING ME, FOR GOD'S SAKE! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?! DO YOU THINK I LIKE IT HERE?! NO! FOR GOD'S SAKE, IF I KEEP SCREWING UP YOUR LIVES SO MUCH JUST KILL ME ALREADY!" he shouted at his parents. "I NEVER LIKED YOU TWO AND I NEVER WILL! SO WILL YOU FREAKING STOP LAYING YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON ME?!" he shouted. He didn't say freaking, though.
"GO TO YOUR ROOM!" the two screamed.
Eric ran out of the dining room. But he didn't go to his room- no, he stepped through the fireplace.
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