Where the Streets Have No Name
Chapter 12
Suddenly the confines of the car seemed stifling to him. He felt claustrophobic. He frantically began to lower the window to get more oxygen inside the car, but his lungs seemed incapable of pulling in enough of it to relieve the pressure that was building inside his skull.
His palms were getting moist with sweat. He was beginning to hyperventilate. The rational part of his brain, the part that was still functioning, diagnosed the symptoms as the early onset of a panic attack.
He needed to get out of the car.
And that's exactly what he did. Without sparing a glance to Carmen or a word of warning, he sprang out of the car, leaving the door to swing on its hinge.
He began pacing the length of his car as he tried to calm his nerves so he could breathe in enough oxygen to reactivate his brain. Thankfully, the weekday morning left the mall fairly deserted and there weren't too many cars parked in the lot. So, when he looked up to the sky and screamed "Fuck!" it didn't cause too many heads to turn his way.
He ran his hand through his typically untamed hair and pulled them by the root, as if tearing them out would somehow magically uproot all of his problems and make them disappear.
A baby.
His baby.
What the fuck?
He didn't ask for this.
He didn't want this.
Yet he was right at the center of this maelstrom regardless of his wish.
He was so close to touching the hallowed ground of his dream; a baby would ruin everything.
It wasn't fair.
How could he be so stupid? How could Carmen be so stupid?
How could he let this happen?
His parents would be so disappointed in him.
What on earth was he going to do?
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