The Guilt

This story is based in a guys point of view. His name is Graham and he has been through a traumatic experience that has lead him to live his life in guilt. He lives with his girlfriend Caroline until the night she kicks him out. Can Graham live his life without Caroline's support? Or will he crumble and break and allow this terrible secret to destroy his life? Find out in The Guilt...

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1. Hard Nights...

I awoke with a start. My breathing rapid, my body sweating. I clambered out of bed and crawled frantically over to the door. I gasped and allowed my aching body to collapse heavily to the floor, as my mind raced with memories. "C-Caroline!" I shouted, breathlessly. My voice was ragged and husky. My heart started to falter and slowed. I clawed at the floor, willing my desperate body to make it out into the landing and over to Caroline's door. I screamed with all my energy and then my vision turned black. Waking for a second time, I clutched my hands to my throat until I realised I was fine. It seems Caroline had heard my final plea and brought me downstairs. "How ya doin'?" She asked, soothingly. I coughed and raised the glass of cool crisp water to my lips. The moment a single drop trickled down my raw throat I sighed in relief. "I'm better." I whispered, my voice cracking. "You gave me one hell of a fright back there, Graham." She murmured. Caroline was two years younger than me, making her twenty. But with her golden curly hair, shimmering hazel eyes and seductive country accent, she could pass for eighteen. "Graham?" Caroline looked concerned. "Are you sure you're feeling better? You look so very pale." I looked up. Whoa. My head spun like crazy! Caroline continued to stare at me as I violently shook my head, begging it to stop swirling. I felt Caroline's warm hand on my shoulder. She looked down at me sympathetically. "Graham, I cannot imagine the pain you're going through but I promise you it will get better. It wasn't your fault, you know that." I shrugged her hand away and stood up way too fast! "Caroline it was my fault! You know that! How can you even say that its not my fault!" Tears began to flow from my eyes gracefully. The tears sped up and it was if they were being vacuumed out of my eyes. I walked around the room, screaming, shouting and cursing. "Graham! Get a grip!" "Caroline, leave me alone!" I screamed, watching the glass shake. "Why wont you just leave me alone!" Caroline looked genuinely hurt. "Well this is my house so why don't you leave me alone! I've never hurt you Graham, I've always been there for you but this, this, is how you repay me! You make me sick! Get out!" Shouted Caroline. I looked at her, I was shocked. Caroline never had outbursts like this. The tears were still streaming but my mouth had fallen open and Caroline was glaring at me. "I said get out!" Her voice was colder than the Atlantic Ocean, her face was a deeper red than all the poppies in Flanders Fields. "Fine! I'll leave! You'll never have to see me again!" I raged, storming up the stairs and filling a bag with clothes. Caroline calmed down instantly once she realised what she had just said. "Graham, I didn't mean-" Slam. I shut the door behind me as I left that God forsaken place. Car keys at the ready, I aimed for the car park. Pressing the 'unlock' button on my key, my midnight blue BMW beeped, signaling me to hop into the seat on put the pedal to the metal.

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