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| Another chance to love her - chapter 4 | |
| By LynB | ||||||||||||||
| 11 March 2007 | ||||||||||||||
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Chapter 4 They got into the people carrier, sinking gratefully into the comfortable seats. Mike gestured towards the letter in Jon’s hand. “Are you going to open it, then?” “Not in front of you!” he snapped, stuffing it in his pocket. “It’s private! None of your damn business!” “Okay, okay!” said Mike, sounding annoyed. “Suit yourself! I just thought you might like to talk about it, that’s all. This Emily business seems to be getting to you big time!” “Sorry, Mike” he said, beginning to feel guilty. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. You’re right, it is getting to me, but I shouldn’t take it out on the people I care about! Forgive me, please!” “What’s to forgive?” said Mike, putting his hand on his arm. “I shouldn’t have asked you - you don’t have to tell us what it says if you don’t want to.” “Of course I want to” he said, desperately trying to keep his eyes open. “After I’ve had a chance to read it, I’ll tell you what it says. I’m just hoping….” “Try not to hope too much” said Mike, wisely. “then you won’t be disappointed!” “I know you’re right, Mike, but that could be easier said than done!” After fighting their way through the traffic, and finally arriving home, it was fairly late, and he found the house in darkness. Donna had obviously gone to bed. He opened the door as quietly as he could. He cursed under his breath as he fumbled around for the living room light switch. Unable to wait any longer, he threw his jacket on to the sofa, and ripped open the envelope, he could feel his heart thumping with anticipation, but as he read the contents of the letter, it gave a sickening lurch. It was not from Emily, it was from her parents. In a nutshell, it said that they did not want her to see him again, as they did not want her to become too attached to him, as due to the lifestyle he led, he would not be able to see her very often and was likely to forget her. They did not want to risk that happening, they said! That was rich, he thought, considering how it was them who had left her in the home in the first place! They had broken her heart and left her without the power of speech – he was the one who had brought it back to her! Now they were telling him to keep away! This was all too much to take in. Blinded by tears, he read and re-read the letter, trying to take it all in. Suddenly, he lost it completely, ripping the letter into shreds, and throwing it on the floor. He lay down on the sofa, and, burying his face in the soft folds of his jacket, he sobbed uncontrollably until he was too exhausted to cry any more, then, pulling himself together, he went into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. There was no point in going to bed, he knew he would not be able to sleep. He filled the kettle and flicked the switch, and, as he stood there waiting for it to boil, he stood at the kitchen window looking out at the stars. “Oh, Jesus, Emily!” he said to himself, his breath still coming in shuddering gasps as he fought to keep his self control. “Why did you come back? Why did you come back just to say hello, and then leave me again? I’d rather you hadn’t come back at all….” He broke off as he heard the kettle boil. Almost as though he was on auto pilot, he lifted it up, but it suddenly slipped from his grasp, sending boiling hot water over his hand. Fighting the urge to scream, he went over to the sink, and and turned on the cold tap. The pain was beginning to make him feel quite sick, he felt like passing out, but he was determined not to wake Donna. He wrapped a wet handkerchief around his hand, and took a couple of painkillers. As he sat down on the sofa, pain coursing through it, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. “Oh, it’s you!” she said, sitting down, looking at the paper strewn all over the floor. “Who did you expect?” he said, wincing with the pain. “Brad Pitt?” “Why would I want Brad Pitt, when I’ve got you?” she laughed, her smile faded when she saw the makeshift bandage on his hand. “What have you done?” she said, lifting it up. She gasped in horror as she saw the angry red blisters that were beginning to appear. “How did this happen?” “I dropped the kettle!” he said, beginning to cry softly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up!” “You didn’t!” she said, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. “What’s wrong, love? What’s happened now? Come on, talk to me, sweetheart! How can I help you if I don’t know what’s going on? It wouldn’t be anything to do with this, would it?” She gestured to the paper scattered all over the carpet. He did not answer her, but just stared straight ahead. “Who was the letter from?” she asked, gently prodding him for answers, not wanting to push him over the edge. By the look on his face she knew that it would not take much. “Emily’s parents” he said, still not moving, or looking at her. “They don’t want me to have anything more to do with her!” “Why?” said Donna, completely stunned. “They don’t want her to become too attached to me!” he said. “They don’t want her heart broken again!” “They’ve got a nerve!” Donna was incensed at the injustice of it all. “They broke her heart in the first place – it was you who put her together again. They must know you would never hurt her, so why are they behaving like this? It just doesn’t make sense! All you want is to be her friend. This is so unfair! I think…..” “It doesn’t matter what you think!” he interrupted, as he finally looked at her, his eyes dull and lifeless, his face a picture of hopelessness and defeat. “It doesn’t matter what I think! They’ve made up their minds, there’s nothing I can do! I’ve no rights over her at all, Donna! Just loving her isn’t enough, it doesn’t give me any rights! If they didn’t intend letting me see her again, why did they bring her? They must know how I felt about her! They let me love her even more, then they took her away again! It hurts so much, Donna! Help me out here, tell me what to do….” She held him close, as he cried on her shoulder. She would love to meet Emily’s parents, she thought. She would tell them a thing or two. She would tell them that the man she held in her arms right now was the most loving, generous, most wonderful person in the whole world, with a heart as big as all outdoors – a heart that they had just shattered without a second thought. Then reality kicked in, she realised that she would maybe never get the chance to meet Emily’s parents, until they wanted to meet her. The situation seemed hopeless. Suddenly, they heard Rosie begin to cry. Without waiting for Donna, he got up and ran up the stairs, and into her room. As Donna neared the top of the stairs, she heard him speaking softly to her, then she heard him begin to sing: “…you’ll remember me, as the west wind moves upon the fields of barley, you’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky…” His voice faltered, as the memories crowded his mind. He just stood and watched as the little girl drifted off to sleep, then made his way to his own bed. Donna lay awake for a long time watching the man she loved as he lay sleeping in her arms. He looked peaceful, the tears that sparkled in his beautiful long eyelashes the only giveaway to his inner turmoil. If he thought he was in pain now, nothing could have prepared him for the incredible heartaches that lay ahead…..
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