Unexpected

Chapter 93.

Albert has been talking to Lauren again..

The woman he says to be his father's lover.

I instantly search through his texts and open one from eleven AM of today.

*Albert, please don't ignore my calls. We need to talk about this, about what you think you know. You have to understand that if you keep doing this you're not hurting her but hurting yourself.*

As I repeat the words from Lauren's text in my head, all I can see is a somnambulist Albert unconsciously hurting himself while I'm away from waking him up and save him from his ruin, Lauren is probably referring to the way he has been keeping a cold distance between him and his mother and the way she must feel about it.

My hands are shaking and my heart is pounding on my chest as I read a text from Lauren from only an hour ago.

*I'll take the underground to Gloucester Road. Meet me at Starbucks today at six pm. It's urgent.*

Albert might be too proud to share the weight of his problems with me and with his mother, but I won't allow him to destroy himself. I want to support all of his pain if that means seeing him happy with himself and safe from his nightmares.

I would do anything to see him happy and even knowing that he doesn't trust me enough to share his problems with me, I will make myself carry them and that is the reason why I'm also meeting Lauren today. I'm getting nervous at the thought but I will do it.

"Are we good to go babe?" Albert appears in the room making my heart race on my chest.

I nod giving him a slight smile and we call a cab to the 'Morrison.'

"I can't believe that today is my last day here." I say taking every detail of Westminster busy streets. I was born here and now I'm just letting my life go. I always lived in Primrose though.

I'll miss the sound of Big Ben pounding and the way the sun shines reflecting the white of the London Eye on the river.. It's just so beautiful..

I still remember of the long walks in St. James Park at noon. Feeding the ducks and watching the river pass by. The way I felt everytime a squirrel would slowly walk by me following the tips of bread scattered on the green grass.

I'll miss Piccadilly Circus so much. All those lights enchanting the busy streets full of red buses and black cabs, walking down the street on late nights at the cinema and detail the social convention just living their busy lives.

I look at Albert and a bile forms on my chest. Thinking about being away from him is something I'm not ready to experience. I love him so much and the way he has been looking at me since he knows about New York is slowly destroying me.

He's staring at the window and I can see a hard line on his temples.

I want to turn his face to mine and make all of his worry weighing on his frown simply disappear, but I don't want to push him since I'm sure he's thinking about his father too.

I know he has been making an effort to speak to his mother regardless of all the lies Ellen told him, but only because I asked him too. Because I said I would fight with him and support him and now I'm leaving.

And why would he keep doing this effort if I'm no longer here to give him strength to move forward?

This is exactly the sole reason I'm meeting with Lauren today. I need to know what's going on so I can help him before it's too late.

We stop at Morrisons and buy my orthopedic pillow for the flight, I try to shove all these thoughts to the back of my head and it works when Albert looks at me.