HIDDEN HEART– Excerpt
Alessandro took off like a mad runner. He got into his car and drove away. He drove faster and faster, holding onto the steering wheel with both hands, so tight his fingernails dug into his palms. He dodged a traffic light turning red while he was in the middle of the intersection, but he didn’t care. He drove for hours with no direction, sometimes in circles, speeding up until he reached the town’s limit, but he didn’t stop. He just kept driving, driving away, further away from her.
“An abortion, she wanted to have an abortion,” he said aloud. “How could she?”
Ever since he’d met Tessa his life had been turned upside down. In fact, his life wasn’t his anymore. His life revolved around her, like the moon around the earth. No matter where he was or what he did, his thoughts gravitated to her, his mind humming her name, his heart drowning with love.
But it turned out Tessa had secrets. He grieved for a baby that wasn’t even his. He’d thought of that baby many times, and how devastated Tessa must’ve been when she lost it. But no, she wasn’t devastated because she’d planned an abortion. How could he fall in love with a cold-blooded woman and not know what a selfish creature she was? How did she manage to deceive him so much?
As a Catholic, Alessandro considered abortion among the worst of all crimes. He grew up in a family where children were considered a blessing, the more the better. A family where dinners were often interrupted by crying babies, by running and screaming around the table, but never ever, did one pronounce the word “abortion”. How could he forgive her?
He stopped, turned off the engine and the lights and sat there. Surrounded by darkness and silence, he pressed his head to the steering wheel, hitting the dashboard with his fist, until he felt numb with pain. He got out of the car and the sweet smell of pine tree and fresh grass tickled his nostrils. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, the area seemed familiar; a house in the middle of nowhere with mountains guarding it—Tessa’s cabin.
“Go figure, I can’t seem to get away from you,” Alessandro snarled. He walked to the porch, ran his fingers along the upper side of the doorframe until he found the crack and the key felt cold against his fingers. As it looked, no tourists had rented the house.
I’m too tired to drive back, he thought to himself, unlocked the door and entered.
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