23. Through the Window
Through the Window
It was such a lovely evening. A little chilly but it was winter so that was to be expected. The air smelt of dry leaves and cut grass and it carried with it the promise of things to come. Dusk was creeping slowly up from its daytime bed while the sun slipped away to battle its way through the underworld.
Greg sat on the veranda looking out at the sea. Although he still looked like a young teacher he carried with him the weight of the ages. Something in his eyes told of a sadness and a loss of innocence that made him seem much older than he actually was.
Greg closed his eyes and let the evening wash over him. Cleansing him in a way that nothing else could. He let go of all the resentment and fear he held in his heart and reminded himself that the week was over. The week was over and it would never happen again.
He still couldn’t believe that he had been a suspect in the disappearance of Tommy Sutherland and Jenna Reigh. He was a teacher. He loved kids. The police though he might love them too much. He couldn’t believe it.
The resentment he felt towards the police paled in comparison to the sadness he felt at the loss of another student. He cared about the young people he taught. They were important to him. He hadn’t been a teacher for very long and the bitterness which he’d seen in some of the older teachers hadn’t touched him yet.
It annoyed him that the police had wasted their time on him when the real criminal was still out there somewhere. The police had no idea who was responsible for the abductions. They assumed that they were connected but that wasn’t even known for sure.
The whole week had been horrible for Greg. He hadn’t been allowed back to the school while he was a suspect so he hadn’t even had the kids to cheer him up. Thankfully he’d be back at work on Monday, now the police had realised that he hadn’t had anything to do with the abductions.
Greg’s reflection of the week was interrupted as a car pulled into his driveway. Callie turned off her car and got out. She paused, looking at Greg for a moment, before walking up the front stairs to where he was sitting.
“Hey,” she said as she sat down beside him.
“Hi,” he said.
The two of them sat in silence for a while, watching as the last remnants of daylight dissolved into shadow. There was no real need for talk between them. They knew each other well enough for the silence to be comfortable and welcome.
“How’ve you been?” Greg asked.
“Okay,” Callie said. “Worried about you.”
“I’m okay.”
“I can’t believe they thought it was you.”
Greg sighed, “They had to start somewhere, I guess.”
Callie snorted, “Whatever. Anyone who knows you know that you could never do anything like that.”
“They didn’t know me,” Greg pointed out.
“Obviously.”
They sat in silence again. Greg knew Callie had something to say to him and he waited while she worked out how to say it. He guessed it’d be her way of trying to make him feel better.
“Greg, you know you can talk to me don’t you?” she asked suddenly.
“Yeah, of course,” he said.
“There are a lot of people who care about you. We’re all here for you if you want to talk.”
“Thanks, Cal,” he hadn’t expected that but it made him feel better.
After a few moments Callie turned to him and said, “Wanna get a pizza?”
“Sure. And a movie?”
“Sounds good.”
The two of them grinned at each other in the darkness and everything was alright again. It was Friday night and the week from hell really was over.
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry I haven't been putting up many stories lately. I'm very busy at uni at the moment. I've got a huge number of assignments to do in very little time. I do intend to keep writing these but I just don't have much time at the moment. Sorry. And I still want to hear what you think of them so I know what direction to take them in.]
It was such a lovely evening. A little chilly but it was winter so that was to be expected. The air smelt of dry leaves and cut grass and it carried with it the promise of things to come. Dusk was creeping slowly up from its daytime bed while the sun slipped away to battle its way through the underworld.
Greg sat on the veranda looking out at the sea. Although he still looked like a young teacher he carried with him the weight of the ages. Something in his eyes told of a sadness and a loss of innocence that made him seem much older than he actually was.
Greg closed his eyes and let the evening wash over him. Cleansing him in a way that nothing else could. He let go of all the resentment and fear he held in his heart and reminded himself that the week was over. The week was over and it would never happen again.
He still couldn’t believe that he had been a suspect in the disappearance of Tommy Sutherland and Jenna Reigh. He was a teacher. He loved kids. The police though he might love them too much. He couldn’t believe it.
The resentment he felt towards the police paled in comparison to the sadness he felt at the loss of another student. He cared about the young people he taught. They were important to him. He hadn’t been a teacher for very long and the bitterness which he’d seen in some of the older teachers hadn’t touched him yet.
It annoyed him that the police had wasted their time on him when the real criminal was still out there somewhere. The police had no idea who was responsible for the abductions. They assumed that they were connected but that wasn’t even known for sure.
The whole week had been horrible for Greg. He hadn’t been allowed back to the school while he was a suspect so he hadn’t even had the kids to cheer him up. Thankfully he’d be back at work on Monday, now the police had realised that he hadn’t had anything to do with the abductions.
Greg’s reflection of the week was interrupted as a car pulled into his driveway. Callie turned off her car and got out. She paused, looking at Greg for a moment, before walking up the front stairs to where he was sitting.
“Hey,” she said as she sat down beside him.
“Hi,” he said.
The two of them sat in silence for a while, watching as the last remnants of daylight dissolved into shadow. There was no real need for talk between them. They knew each other well enough for the silence to be comfortable and welcome.
“How’ve you been?” Greg asked.
“Okay,” Callie said. “Worried about you.”
“I’m okay.”
“I can’t believe they thought it was you.”
Greg sighed, “They had to start somewhere, I guess.”
Callie snorted, “Whatever. Anyone who knows you know that you could never do anything like that.”
“They didn’t know me,” Greg pointed out.
“Obviously.”
They sat in silence again. Greg knew Callie had something to say to him and he waited while she worked out how to say it. He guessed it’d be her way of trying to make him feel better.
“Greg, you know you can talk to me don’t you?” she asked suddenly.
“Yeah, of course,” he said.
“There are a lot of people who care about you. We’re all here for you if you want to talk.”
“Thanks, Cal,” he hadn’t expected that but it made him feel better.
After a few moments Callie turned to him and said, “Wanna get a pizza?”
“Sure. And a movie?”
“Sounds good.”
The two of them grinned at each other in the darkness and everything was alright again. It was Friday night and the week from hell really was over.
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry I haven't been putting up many stories lately. I'm very busy at uni at the moment. I've got a huge number of assignments to do in very little time. I do intend to keep writing these but I just don't have much time at the moment. Sorry. And I still want to hear what you think of them so I know what direction to take them in.]
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