Hawthorne

By, Vincent Malloy

Part One: Trust

Chapter 1

It was a snow storm outside of the moving Ford Cadillac that was nearly speeding down the high way that was nestled comfortably in between the face of a mountain and a drop off to the large salt water lake that was drying up faster than would be expected for a lake of its size.

The moving trailer swayed behind the truck as it turned a particularly wide turn. It was hard enough to see out of the front windshield, but harder still to see out of it with the headlights turned on.

Two people sat in the front seat of the vehicle, the back seats almost completely covered in personal belongings, the floor in the back was littered with garbage from various fast food restaurants.

Black painted fingernails danced over the buttons and thumb stick of a bright red PSP, the glow from the screen was the only way any one could see anything in the truck. The only noise was that of the red ear buds hanging over the collar of the black button up pajama shirt that the teenaged boy didn't have time that morning to change out of due to the early afternoon rush that his father was in.

No one talked the whole way from the city to the small town on the side of the hill, on looking the lake down front, only glances where passed from both passengers.

The snow seemed to be stuck in one designated area, stopping almost instantly when they got passed the lake, the sky clearing of most of the clouds and letting some of the night sky shine through.

Vincent looked up at the stars, pausing his game to do so, not used to being able to see them so clearly without the use of a telescope. He could see many of the more popular consolations; The Big Dipper, The Litter Dipper, and Gemini.

Putting his attention back on his PSP, his thumbs began moving again, only to stop a little while later so he could give out a curse of, "Shit." His father, Giovanni, looked at him with a slightly surprised look on his face.

"What? Battery finally die?" He asked, although not entirely interested to tell the truth.

"No." Vincent started, turning his to head the side to properly knowledge his father. "I killed Vincent." He concluded dramatically, starting over from where he had last saved.

And with that the vehicle was again sentenced to a long period of silence, except for the music blaring from the ear buds.

Though it was the middle of winter, the morning air was pretty warm.

Vincent was left to unpack the trailer by himself while Giovanni went into town to check out where he was going to be working for the next couple months and to get some groceries for later, but that was just an excuse for him to skip out on most of the unpacking.

The boxes labeled 'Kitchen' where some of the first to go into the medium sized red-brick house.

Though the two of them together didn't have many possessions, it still took nearly all that morning to unpack everything and bring it into the house alone, it would have taken longer if it hadn't been for his motivational music coming from the black MP3 player he had stuffed in his pocket.

There where five bedrooms all together. Two on the bottom level, two on the top, and one in the basement. The largest and second smallest on the second floor, the two middle sized on the first floor, and the smallest in the basement.

In the closet of the smallest room there was a hole in the wall, covered by a board. Curious to know what was inside the hole, Vincent climbed in, not bothering to take a flashlight, only for the fact that they where down stairs in one of the unpacked boxes.

It looked like an attic, with two bigger parts separated by a narrow strip of space. The first section was nearly empty only a few unrecognizable items here and there on the floor. The second part, however, was very interesting, it was full of many old objects, such as cola bottles from the early 1900's, Nearly three crates full, and there was some boxes of material, maybe clothing, Vincent couldn't tell for sure; it was too dark to see nearly anything.

He crawled out of the small space, deciding that he would go back in later with a flashlight and look through the boxes more, but then he had work to do before Giovanni got home.