finally made contact.
Still unsure if to locate his son, but really didn’t wish to cause him grief, would that be a feasible excuse? The ache in his heart and stomach remained painful, unsure if to go to Accident and Emergency and report a broken heart. Confused heart! With his heart shattered into small pieces they might have to do open heart surgery to put it all back together, but for some reason, he knew it would take a lifetime to repair.
He wiped the tears away, disgusted to be in such a state, his nose stuffy, making it difficult for him to breathe through. His mouth developed dryness, making his mouth bitty. He needed to get away from the area, before he combusted and soon ended up in the psychiatric department, either that or banged up in prison for being crazy.
Calvin managed to calm his heart down. He wiped away the tears that had escaped. He had to get a grip and do his best to move on…no chance.
Car in motion, trying his hardest to fight the tears, the pain. He had to get the hell away from Sophie…unsure if to place a restraining order on the grounds of, breaking my heart!
How could she?
How could she hold such information from me?
How could she get on with her life like she had no heart?
How did she get on with her days, aware their son was being brought up by others?
The tears ran down his cheeks, making it hard for him to see the road, see life, see a future.
He drove to Ross’s house, needing someone to talk to. His heart needed someone to see the reality of what had happened in the last few days.
Unsure if Ross would even be home, however he had a key. The thought of driving to his parents would break him further, aware how much his mum and dad struggled with the reality they had a grandson. He could hardly breath, panting trying to remain focused never had he felt so useless, before he would hide behind the company, kept his personal life separate, now his life whirled out of control and he could not manage it.
He pulled his car into Ross’s drive, not seeing his Range Rover. He sighed. He turned the engine off before the flood gates opened again, he didn’t want to cry anymore. He hit his head against the steering wheel. Torrents of tears engulfed unsure what his life was about to become, a man who abandoned his son.
Lifting his head, in rage wiped away the tears disgusted he suffered with such emotion. Fed-up of being full of self-pity, it wasn’t his fault, he was not to blame…he didn’t know anything! He might have let Sophie down, for not going back to her home address and checking on her the day after their intimacy, but the chances were she wouldn’t have known she was expecting that early. However, there were things he couldn’t say to her…he somehow had to try and control his feelings at the end of the day they conceived a child, and that child was living another wonderful life, being brought up in a different world…not his world, but another man’s world. How could he ever forgive Sophie for being so evil to him, not thinking about his sentiments, or how he would react to the news…selfish woman.
He climbed out the car his blood at boiling point he needed a stiff drink, a drink to wipe away the pain for a short time, even if only for a few hours…anything would help his heart right now.
Calvin walked around to the passenger side of the car getting Ross’s key out the glove compartment. He slammed the car door shut. He wanted to kick the car, release the tension he had, but knowing his luck, would break his foot.
He headed to the large front Georgian door. He placed the key in the lock. Calvin opened the door waiting and listening for the house alarm to be activated. It sounded knowing he had one minute to de-activate it before the house alerted the neighbourhood the house was being burgled. He dashed to the cupboard to quickly punch in the code. When the grief struck-down he used the wall to lean against while his legs gave way he crumbled to the floor,
Colm Tóibín, Carmen Callil