His Son
703 Words
When he reached her place he packed and headed for the gate.it creaked on the rusty as he pushed it open, this place was just too shabby, how come he didn’t notice all this before.
He took a deep breath; well there was absolutely no reason to prolong this.
The door was opened before he could knock; his raised hand fell to his side as he looked at the woman framed in the open door. She was in her mid-fifties.
"Hello am…..,”
"You are Sam’s father,”
"No am not anyone’s father,” he answered bitterly
"What?? Of course you are his father.” She told him brightly with a smile.
"I will not argue the point with you.”
"Is Nancy around?”
"No she is not around and I don’t know the arrangements you made towards visitation rights.”
"What visitation rights are you talking about?"
"Visitation rights concerning your son of course,"
"I told you that I don't have a son,"
"What ever you say sir but I can't allow you to see him until she comes back,"
Donald was wondering why the woman kept on insisting that he was the father of Nancy's son.
"What time is she likely to come back?"
"Am not too sure she went to the grocery store but your son is around.”
"I will return at a more convenient moment.”
Just then they heard a loud bang from the living room. The woman rushed back inside the house. Donald followed her inside and found her comforting the child.
"Did you fall? poor you, did you hurt yourself anywhere my love.” She asked the boy
"No I didn’t . who are you?” he asked pointing a finger in the direction of the stranger.
"Oohhh!” madam Mable exclaimed.
Donald continued to draw air into his lungs through clenched teeth like a man who has forgotten to breath, he squatted bringing his face level with the child.
"Sam right? Your name is Sam?” He asked
The boy nodded tearfully and said, "my name is Samuel but mum calls me Sam.”
Just then they heard a voice,
"What are you doing in my house?” Nancy asked
Donald stood up and looked at Nancy with very angry eyes
Nancy couldn’t believe this man is in her house, this is not happening her first instinct was to run as fast and as far away as possible.
But no matter where she goes he would still find her but he didn’t want her, just thinking of the way he had demanded that she have an abortion.
Just looking at him she felt desire and she grimaced in self-disgust, she can’t believe that after everything this man has done to her she still felt like this around him.
She ignored him and went to comfort her son.
"What have you been doing darling?’ her attention on her child, Nancy didn’t see the spasm of close to pain contorted on Donald's face.
"He had a slight accident. It was my fault I left him for a moment." Mable responded
She knew that pretending Donald wasn’t there wasn’t exactly a long term solution to her present predicament, but it was the only way she could think of. Donald all six feet four of him was barely a metre away from her, looking even more devastatingly attractive than she remembered….her brain just refused to deal with the reality of the situation.
The muscles in her face ached as she forced a tense smile. "Now, why don’t you go with Auntie Mable?’ she caught the eye of the older woman, who gave an understanding grimace.
"I’m so sorry about all this Nancy,’ her apology was accompanied by a sideways look towards the tall man who was silently watching.
"Its not your fault." Nancy handing over her burden. "This will only take a minute." she promised, staying one step ahead of her rising panic by sheer force of will alone. She watched the two walk out of the living then turned to talk to this man, whose existence was a threat to the life that she has now created for her and her son.
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