Huntington House by R. R. Haywood

Author:R. R. Haywood [Haywood, R. R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, mystery, Thrillers & Suspense, Crime, murder, Crime Fiction
Amazon: B00B5NK2EA
Published: 2013-01-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

The headlights sweep across hedgerows, illuminating the road ahead and making the shadows darker and deeper. Driving back to the house in the Landrover and there are mixed emotions within me. Images of Tess fill my mind; kissing in her cosy lounge and then watching her lead me up the stairs and into her bedroom, stopping at the top to re-commence the kissing and never feeling so nervous as I did right then. Finally we made into her bedroom and she toed the door closed, enveloping us in thankful darkness. Thankful because of the strange sensation of shame I felt, like I was being rewarded for something I did not deserve.

What followed was gentle, kind and caring. It wasn’t clothes being ripped off and falling down to bounce around the room in passionate throws. It was part clumsy, part apologetic, heads banging, soft giggles and heavy breathing. But above else, it was nice, and genuine nice is often underrated. It was comforting, having such intimate contact with another person who for those few minutes at that time and place, wanted to share themselves with me. Both giving and receiving comfort.

For the first time I understood that it wasn’t about sexual gratification or the conquest, it was contact in an otherwise empty and meaningless life. The sex certainly wasn’t mind blowing but then it rarely is with someone for the first time. That comes with longevity and years of learning and understanding. It was good old fashioned lights out fumbling in the dark, truly British but it was caring, and for that I am truly thankful. Something in me feels fixed, mended, a step towards recovery.

We stayed embraced for a long time, holding each other and nestling our bodies close. But duties call and eventually I forced myself to leave, insisting that she stay in the warm bed while I gathered my belongings and quietly left. Now, driving back I can feel already feel the emptiness of that sterile house ahead of me.

But it’s dark Humber, and therein evil lurks. So switch on and stay focussed. Into the driveway and I immediately see the house is in darkness. None of the lights I left on are illuminated, just a big empty foreboding house. I switch the headlights to full beam and slow to a crawl, I then sit back and slowly move my gaze from left to right and back again. A trick I learnt from an old sergeant when I was young in service and we’d spend hours of the night patrolling through darkened back streets. Let your gaze relax and look to the furthest point ahead, by doing that the eye will take in the whole of the view. The eye is a fantastic motion detector and by looking at the furthest point ahead, if anything moves in the field of vision you will instantly be drawn to it. I relax now and allow my gaze to sweep across the house and the grounds either side, nothing moves, no motion.

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