Simon woke me up. There was nobody around. Why does he do that? Again waking up early. Next two hours- brush, shower, saucepan, milkshake and breakfast.
"Hey Max, any mail?"I threw the question to the apartment security, Max, always idly busy looking at the cctv monitor.
"No, Andy." He didn't rise up from the monitor.
The car key unbuckle the double horse of my Jaguar XJ. I'm a speed demon, a maniac. The Sunday streets were quite unpopulated. The horses had gone mad. And I trembled. Adrenaline rush in my head. "Look out Andy, you'll crash." Simon warned me.
"Thanks little man, you've been very over caring about me these days. " I always try to let Simon realize that we are not equal. There is a huge barrier between us. But since when he started to consider me as his father, I approach slowly to this barrier matter. I don't want to hurt him, after all.
But I can't tolerate him when many often he hisses, "You killed my mother."
I struggle to digest what he says about her mother. It's true I did. I confess. But I'm not guilty of doing that. It was the need of time. I had to do that. 'Had I committed a crime?' When I ask Simon, he remains unanswered. The moment of silence leaves me a sense of guilt crawls up to me like a vile serpent getting ready to strike at me. The maddening sensation of crime being done by me eats me up.
I often wonder if I had brought injustice to Simon, the 8-year old kid. The Irish lad had been staying with me since when I had made him orphan. A silly boy with reddish cheeks, he barely seemed to smile after that horrible incident. We stay in the same apartment. These days he seems comfortable with me. It came to me as a surprise when he called me father one day. I knew he had no other way. I picked him up because the motherless boy would not be able to strive in this harsh world. He had to accept me to be his kin. He doesn't have any complaint. He doesn't point his finger at me, he reminds me occasionally. But I know he would strike any day, strike he would.
The clinic of Doctor Thomas is a score away from my apartment. But, each time I drive my Jaguar to his clinic, I take the longer routes. I enjoy the company of Simon.
"Late again, Andy", Dr. Thomas looked examiningly at my eyes. I tried to escape his direct eye contact.
"It's him." I blubbered.
"Simon, right?" The doctor fumed.
"I'm sorry, doc but I can't leave him alone. He is an orphan after all."
" You must forget it Andy. For your good for God's sake!" He tried to reestablish his demand for a permanent separation between Simon and I. I know he would always try until I recover from the psychological problem occurred in me.
What a pity! Doctor Thomas doesn't know I raise Simon in me. I'll keep him growing up within me until when the story finishes. I'm only in the Chapter 12 of my 30 chapters long thriller. A long way to go more. I need another bestseller this year.
