Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (45) What Becomes of the Broken Hearted (Part 06)
When Karen came to, she was slumped on the floor leaning against the wall while Mark Cross, Peter Strickland and a skinny minnie of a girl called Claire, who was the first aider, all fussed around her uttering words of concern.
“I’m fine, I’m fine” she insisted “I just feel a little ridiculous sitting on the floor”
With that Peter and Mark helped her up and into a chair while Claire went off to get her a cup of tea.
After finishing her cup of tea Claire excused herself and went back to work and Mark asked once more if she was alright before shaking her hand and returning to his office.
She was a little uneasy about being on her own with Peter, she was scared that 15 years of pent up anger that she felt towards him might erupt and she would beat him to death with his walking stick, what was that all about anyway?
Even before she realised that Peter Strickland was the “Genius” of the company, Reel Times hadn’t so far lived up to her expectations, and she was lost in her own thoughts when Peter said.
“Karen Myles, I would have recognised you anywhere”
It was funny but although his face was unfamiliar the voice was unmistakeable.
“Really?” she asked blandly “is that supposed to make it all better?”
“I don’t understand” he said
“That was a cruel, cruel thing you did to Karen Myles, you broke her heart” she said
“But…” he began but Karen was in full flow.
“Four hours she waited, I waited, outside the Mall and you didn’t show up, I phoned you and you wouldn’t even pick up the phone”
“But…” he began again
“It was a cowardly thing to do, if you didn’t want to see me again you just had to say, I would have been hurt, but not the way I was, and later when I was distraught and crying in my bedroom, you could have called me, to explain but no, that was too much to ask, too much to expect and all I got was silence, and I see you’re still silent”
“But…” Peter began
“You ruined my childhood, you broke my heart so badly it took two years to repair and even now it doesn’t work properly, when I get close to someone I am afraid they will have feet of clay like you did, God I can’t believe it even after all these years it still hurts, to feel you weren’t special enough, weren’t loved enough, to be let down with a gentle word, instead of a cowardly act.
I loved you so much and as if it wasn’t heart breaking enough that I was moving to another town you had to pull the rug from beneath me.
Silly me, I thought even living in different towns we would carry on, I thought our love was strong enough for that, but how wrong I was.
And where were you while I cried myself to sleep for the next two weeks? Answer me that Mr clever Dick, cutting edge, genius bloody whiz kid”
“If I remember rightly I was in a coma” he replied and Karen almost fainted again.