The painted smile on his face was abruptly wiped away when he saw his best friend kissing his girlfriend. Through the double panel glass doors, he sees all three of them resembling a perfect family having a quick glance at his best friend holding his newborn baby girl.
Enraged, and heartbroken he continues to watch the ungrateful scene. What a fool I have been in believing that she loved me, or that she was loyal to me while I was away serving our country. I don’t even know if Isabella is my daughter.
He walks into the room with a teddy bear and flowers in his hand. His girlfriend and his best friend are surprised and shocked by his presence.
“Aren’t you supposed to work today?” she asks.
“Wouldn’t you like that.”
Throwing the flowers in her face he asks, “Is that his child? Tell me?”
Her head tilted down. She is not looking at him or responding.
“Damn it, answer me?”
He grabs her arm. “Look me in the eye.”
She is still quiet with her eyes looking down. It seems obvious to him now, Isabella is not his child.
He is furious and takes off in a hurry. His red truck speeding down the road sending a blaze of dust behind it. A few meters away he can hear the whistle of a train coming. He put his foot on the gas and gives it all. His truck came to a skewed standstill only feet on the other side of the train track. He coughed and said, “Hell with Her.”
