Taunting Memories
Landon blinked his tired eyes. He let out a deep breath that he was holding.
"Theo!!" he had the familiar screams in his mind. A tear flowed down his eye.
"No, you have to wake up," Malark's voice sounded in his ears. He folded his hands into a fist involuntarily.
"Please wake up old friend," Ryker pleaded.
Landon gasped when someone grabbed hold of his hand. He turned his head to the direction of the person. His eyes calmed recognizing the person who touched him.
"Father, can we talk," his almost eighteen year old son asked him. Landon walked away from him, the talk was not something that he ever wanted to have. He knew what it was about.
Mostly Alek trying to get him to talk about the past. For the past years, all the young man has ever cared for was knowing the secrets he kept. The things that haunted him every second of his day and night.