The Pastor's Heart - By Desiree Future Page 0,43

just like his father had said. He had begun to grow a beard and even his bald head was now covered with hair from lack of shaving. He couldn’t even stand looking at himself in the mirror and so he backed away.

“Stop lying to yourself. You’re not fine; I see the way you have been walking around here looking like you lost your best friend. The fact is you did lose your best friend and I can see it hurts. There is a huge difference in the way you are now compared to the way you were before Sinclair left you.”

“Pop, I have done all that I can and I don’t know what else I can do.” Kingston walked to the kitchen and took a seat at the counter, with his father following him.

“No, you haven’t, you look like you have already accepted defeat.” Calvin said going into the refrigerator and grabbing the glass pitcher of orange juice.

“Top left,” Kingston said pointing to where the glasses where in the cabinet.

“Thanks. Your mother and I have had our share of problems so I understand. I have learned that if you give up before you even try your relationship is doomed. It’s doomed because you didn’t try hard enough to make it work.” Calvin said while he poured two glasses of orange juice and handed one to Kingston.

“I failed her and all I ever wanted to do was to protect and lover her. I mean I wanted for her to never, ever have to suffer the way she did growing up. The last thing on my mind was to hurt her. She is a beautiful person inside and out and does not deserve what I did to her. No one deserves that, not even Satan himself.” Kingston said as he sipped on his orange juice.

Calvin finally found what he was looking for in the draw next to the counter. “Take these they should help that headache.” Calvin said holding out two pain killers to Kingston. “I don’t believe you meant any harm to her in any way. It was Dunbar who schemed and lied his way into your lives. You should have done a background check on him before doing business with him. Had you taken the time to check him out thoroughly you would have known he was a con artist.”

“Stop trying to make me feel better. This was my fault any way you look at it. I should have checked out all the information but I didn’t and I made a foolish mistake.” Kingston said as he held his head down. “I feel so guilty about the whole thing. The doctor said she might be dependent on crutches or a cane for the rest of her life and I feel responsible for that. It’s because of me that she might not walk again on her own. The whole time she was in the hospital all I did was pray that she would be all right.”

“You can’t blame yourself for any of this especially the car accident. That had nothing to do with you.” Calvin said as he took a gulp of his orange juice.

“If I did not let her get into that SUV she would never have gotten into the accident,” Kingston said shaking his head.

“No Kingston.” Calvin said touching his shoulders causing Kingston to look up at him. “One of the officers suggested that I have the SUV checked out because of the way the accident happened. The officer said he had seen tons of car accidents, but none like Sinclair’s. I took his advice and had it towed to my mechanic while you were at the hospital with Sinclair. I knew you said she was having problems with the radiators but it was never that, it was her engine. The engine blew and caused a small explosion under the hood that in turn caused the SUV to catapult into the air and flip over. So the accident was not your fault.” Calvin explained to a surprised Kingston.

“What?” A confused Kingston asked.

“No it wasn’t your fault. So you can stop beating yourself up about it.” Calvin reassured Kingston.

“That’s one problem solved. Now, I just need to convince Sinclair that I really didn’t know Chad Dunbar was scamming me.” Kingston said, taking a gulp of his juice.

“Speak it into existence that she is coming back and watch God bring her back. Now I’m going to clean up this mess down here while you go take a shower and for God’s