sex with all those years ago in the barn, making him the father of her son who she gave away, without a bloody care, apparently. Who the hell was he to judge her like that?
No, she never had days breaking down, or long days spent thinking about him, or even cared what he did. No, she didn’t care that he was being mistreated, abused verbally or physically. No, she didn’t care if he lived a crap life, no care for school, bunking off doing what the hell he wanted terrorising kids in the neighbourhood. No, he was certainly being warned by the police to stop drinking, or robbing people, why would she ever care? That was the whole point she did care, that had been the reason she had that contracted drawn up and signed so she would be aware of his antics.
She raged. So hurt, disgusted to those words Calvin said. She didn’t care and only ever thought of herself, of course she did…walking the streets not having anywhere warm or secure to lay her head, trying to figure out where her next meal would be coming from, she could have treated it like a wild adventure…not!
Curled up in a tight ball, resenting those words he said. Yet, she understood his annoyance with her, all those years of never knowing the truth and if he hadn’t been on holiday visiting his parents, he would never have found her on the bridge, then he would never have known anything. His damn life would still be perfect. Her heart sank further into her stomach. She had always hoped she would come across the man who fathered her first born, but not the way they had.
Aching in ways she had never felt pain before. She guessed the agony of losing someone who had been there for her, was now gone. She would never see him again, unless in the future Sabastian got in contact with his father and they got invited to his wedding or paths crossed with grandchildren or christenings, who knew what the future held?
Tears streamed down her cheeks, wishing Calvin hadn’t said what he had. Although, comprehended his resentment. She would try her best not to blame him, but it remained to play heavily on her heartstrings.
She reached for her phone to curl back into a tight ball, strolling through her contracts on her phone desperate to locate his number. She wiped the tears away from her eyes and cheeks, so angry with everything that had happened. Sophie found his number. Without hesitation, she pressed delete. Calvin removed, no-longer could she contact him, fine…that was what he requested and that was what she did. She held her phone in her hand, staring at the screen, having something heavy pulling at her soul, it felt like she had been stabbed in the heart and it torn out her chest. A warm part of her heart had died, lost and never to be found.
Then she went to her music archive. She found the tune Calvin had downloaded for her onto her stupid phone her parents had brought for her. She strolled down the music archive for that tune, the very tune he played while she had been in intensive care, the tune she heard when waking up. However, she had noticed how quickly he’d moved his phone away from her when she stirred. She bet he thought she hadn’t heard it, but she had. Not only that, his ringtone on his phone had been the same song. How could she ever forget that tune, every time she’d heard it played on the radio it reminded her of the night dancing with Calvin. How tears filled her eyes every-time, the very memory of that night and somehow in time she’d forgotten what he looked like.
She tried not to forget his warm, comforting, gorgeous looks only she did, now that frustrated her how she hadn’t recognised him sooner before the massive discovery. The very moment she hated, stood in his parents kitchen with her mum calling her names, everyone shouting, with him resenting her for what he’d suspected she’d done, had an abortion, but each time she went to tell him the truth about their boy…something cropped up. She should have made more of an attempt but
No, she never had days breaking down, or long days spent thinking about him, or even cared what he did. No, she didn’t care that he was being mistreated, abused verbally or physically. No, she didn’t care if he lived a crap life, no care for school, bunking off doing what the hell he wanted terrorising kids in the neighbourhood. No, he was certainly being warned by the police to stop drinking, or robbing people, why would she ever care? That was the whole point she did care, that had been the reason she had that contracted drawn up and signed so she would be aware of his antics.
She raged. So hurt, disgusted to those words Calvin said. She didn’t care and only ever thought of herself, of course she did…walking the streets not having anywhere warm or secure to lay her head, trying to figure out where her next meal would be coming from, she could have treated it like a wild adventure…not!
Curled up in a tight ball, resenting those words he said. Yet, she understood his annoyance with her, all those years of never knowing the truth and if he hadn’t been on holiday visiting his parents, he would never have found her on the bridge, then he would never have known anything. His damn life would still be perfect. Her heart sank further into her stomach. She had always hoped she would come across the man who fathered her first born, but not the way they had.
Aching in ways she had never felt pain before. She guessed the agony of losing someone who had been there for her, was now gone. She would never see him again, unless in the future Sabastian got in contact with his father and they got invited to his wedding or paths crossed with grandchildren or christenings, who knew what the future held?
Tears streamed down her cheeks, wishing Calvin hadn’t said what he had. Although, comprehended his resentment. She would try her best not to blame him, but it remained to play heavily on her heartstrings.
She reached for her phone to curl back into a tight ball, strolling through her contracts on her phone desperate to locate his number. She wiped the tears away from her eyes and cheeks, so angry with everything that had happened. Sophie found his number. Without hesitation, she pressed delete. Calvin removed, no-longer could she contact him, fine…that was what he requested and that was what she did. She held her phone in her hand, staring at the screen, having something heavy pulling at her soul, it felt like she had been stabbed in the heart and it torn out her chest. A warm part of her heart had died, lost and never to be found.
Then she went to her music archive. She found the tune Calvin had downloaded for her onto her stupid phone her parents had brought for her. She strolled down the music archive for that tune, the very tune he played while she had been in intensive care, the tune she heard when waking up. However, she had noticed how quickly he’d moved his phone away from her when she stirred. She bet he thought she hadn’t heard it, but she had. Not only that, his ringtone on his phone had been the same song. How could she ever forget that tune, every time she’d heard it played on the radio it reminded her of the night dancing with Calvin. How tears filled her eyes every-time, the very memory of that night and somehow in time she’d forgotten what he looked like.
She tried not to forget his warm, comforting, gorgeous looks only she did, now that frustrated her how she hadn’t recognised him sooner before the massive discovery. The very moment she hated, stood in his parents kitchen with her mum calling her names, everyone shouting, with him resenting her for what he’d suspected she’d done, had an abortion, but each time she went to tell him the truth about their boy…something cropped up. She should have made more of an attempt but
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