Closer
to thee Part 28:
Someone
to talk to
--------------------
Andy
sped off. There was no traffic-rule, he didn't break, but it was all
the same to him. This was too much. This hurt too much. But things
got even worst: he didn't have anybody to talk to. He finally
stopped his car on his personal parking lot. He turned off the engine
and just starred ahead. She saw people passing his car. Old couples,
young couples, teenagers-couples, families, kids and friends.
Everything passed him. And he had lost everything years
ago.
"Sweetie..."
He said lowly as his eyes watered and he
started to hit the steering wheel. Again all the attention was on
Andy. Everyone passing starred at the man who hit his steering wheel.
Even some of his neighbours looked out of the windows and starred
down at the car. He didn't know if he was angry or sad. He probably
was both. And he was desperate. He finally pulled himself together.
He stopped hitting the steering wheel and wiped his eyes dry. He
again starred ahead of himself. Then grabbed traumatized and
robot-alike over to his co-driver-seat, where his ceil laid. He
grabbed for it and dialled the, for him, most familiar number in the
world. After a few seconds someone on the other side of the phone and
the country took the phone
"Susan? It's Andy. I need someone
to talk..."
He said. The pain in his voice clearly noticeable.
He still starred ahead. He hadn't moved one inch since he stopped
the car. He didn't know why he exactly called Susan. But she seemed
to be the only one, he could talk to right now.
