Not Gonna Happen by Adam Carter

Author:Adam Carter [Carter, Adam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-14T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

She did not regret walking out on Richard. Liz lived with a firm belief in fate. The world turned and events happened as they were destined to have happened. Therefore to have regrets was pointless, since there was nothing that could have been done about those things to begin with. Wishes, however, were the antitheses of regrets. One could wish things had gone differently, one could wish people had not acted or spoken as they had; but to regret such things was foolish.

Liz did not regret walking out on Richard, but that did not mean she wished she had not had reason to.

Richard Starke was a strange man, but that was not necessarily a bad thing. That he had problems was obvious to anyone who spent any time with him. It was entirely possible to spend an evening with him and put such from one’s mind, but it was always there. That was not to say Richard was himself unpleasant to be around – on the contrary, she would not have stayed with him for so long if that was the case – but eventually the little rituals, the washing of the hands, the counting had finally grated on her nerves. Liz did not like to believe herself to be so narrow-minded as to accept that she had split up with him because of his bad habits, except that she knew it was true. Perhaps that was why she was so upset about his phone call now. She knew he was right in everything he had said; plus, she knew she was a jerk, even if Richard had been too nice to actually come out and tell her so.

And he was nice. There was no getting around that aspect of his character. There was nothing Richard would not do for someone he loved, for her. There was no mountain he would not climb, no tiger he would not wrestle: literally, if it was ever put to the test. Richard was a nice guy, a strange guy, and that was what made him unique.

Liz felt terrible for having walked out on him, but she knew she had been left with no choice.

The worst thing of the matter was that she had taken the phone call whilst at the studio, which meant several people overheard her conversation. Castle had found out about it and she had taken off for home before he could confront her. She didn’t mind talking to Castle about anything, but she would be more able to convince him there was no problem if she was not too busy sniffling her tears. She’d sleep on it and go back to work as though nothing had happened. Castle would ask offhandedly whether there was a problem, she would reply with something like “Nothing which might affect my work, boss,” he’d nod, walk off, and that would be the end of the matter.

There came a knock at the door.

Who knocked in this day and age? Liz had no idea why anyone would knock on the door when there was a perfectly good doorbell.

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