Living in a lie is the worst punishment for the human being. It demolishes all image of veneration, turning it into a hotbed of hatred and resentment.
Billy and his father led a rich but sad life in the state of Maine. The man of almost half a century was a renowned professor at the state university who specialized in genetics and development in the perfection of human cloning. His best years escaped in the study of cell regeneration and always tried to find the unknown that afflicts the human being since time immemorial: "How to overcome death."
Sixteen-year-old Billy admired the average man with long hair camouflaged with gray hairs who made him look intellectual.
It was a joy for him to listen to him for hours to talk about that valuable information he would never find anywhere else. His goal in life was to follow the steps and say follow them alone was figurative sense since Billy from his birth had a condition that did not allow him to develop the muscles of his legs so his only means of transport were a couple of crutches to the that he called "the clumsy ones".
Anthony was the typical teacher who used to wear checkered wool shorts and the same jacket model with patches on his elbows. Only the color changed.
Since the death of his wife he adopted a square, eccentric and strange routine. Every afternoon after finishing the class of three at the University of Maine, I would come home with a huge hurry to feed Billy some chicken salad or warm pork or beef stews to send him straight to the room and leave it there reading science articles for the rest of the day.
He was strictly forbidden to leave his room unless he had to urinate or defecate, he could not go even for a glass of water, for that Anthony left him a two-liter jug, sometimes it was fresh lemonade, in others only natural water .
His father feared that he would suffer a severe fall again like the one in April, which was the same one in which his mother died and the nightmare began.
The afternoon was gray and it was not long before it became rainy. He was reclining in his room doing some recreational reading that cleared him a little but he could not get rid of the sad memory of his mother that the soft whistling of the wind caused him.
It was difficult to keep going but he was in the key lapse that made him feel a bit of strength and vague encouragement to get out of the pit in which he was immersed.
It was time to recover a little life and wake up from the misfortune that afflicted him.
As he could, he pulled from his old mattress the perverse magazine that Jay the next-door neighbor gave him on the opposite side of the main window a few months before his mother's death. Billy was determined to forget the pain for a moment and do justice to all the carnal needs of a boy at puberty.
His mind flew and he imagined going slowly and defiantly through all the cavities exposed in high photographic quality that he observed inside that erotic gazette. The blond curly girl, protagonist of the monthly edition, seemed to look at him with passion, the eyes crossed directly with his excitement that merged in an intense pleasure that only he felt. At last his head was thinking about something that was not suffering.
All that moan he imagined and enjoyed at the same time, in a matter of less than a second, became as real as the dirty paper stained with semen when a sharp impact hit the old attic wood. It was an exhausting roar equal or worse than if a handful of meteorites had fallen accompanied by strange alien sounds that managed to ruin that fun sexual moment he was living.
He immediately closed his fly thinking that Anthony would catch him in the perverted action. She turned slowly in the direction of the door to the room and staggered to her to discover what it was.
Upon reaching the attic the sounds had become stronger and the struggles increasingly violent, the boy began to sweat cold as if he had a carbonaceous fever and his heavy heartbeat took him to a nervous breakdown.
Billy thought at first that his father could be in danger so he tried to reach the safety cord to go down the stairs and to be able to observe what was happening inside. When stretched as much as he could his legs were twisted like leagues almost rotten, still managed to pull the safety causing the heavy staircase made of pure oak fell on his forearm and head causing a sudden faint and a fracture that resulted in 7 surgical nails for its slow recovery.
Anthony since then forbade him from sneaking into the house without authorization. It was worse than being a prisoner of the Marias Islands. It was also res.
