Two years is a long time to be considering what you have done but that is the time it has taken me to return to my writings, partly because I put them down and forget where I had left them. Life is far too busy and there is too much fun to be had without worrying about details.
I have always been an odd mix of characters, well I would be wouldn’t I? An aesthete, a romantic, a sportsman and a admirer of females who is hell bent on self-destruction without knowing it himself. Alcohol, women, speed (moving at a fast rate not the other – drugs bore me) and a fairly dismissive attitude to authority where it is clearly shown to be constructed by hypocrites. If you want to make rules in Edward’s life you had better be pretty clean yourself first!
In my youth I was normal (and tediously boring), an academicly inclined boy without a malevolent bone in his body, unless on the rugby field, who should have grown up to be a good solid citizen in surburbia with a fat wife and two boring children.
The Hydes are not like that though, their gene exists unsuspected in other families for generations and then something happens to trigger the reaction that brings the Hyde out and so Edward was born at the age of 15 after an “accident”. There have been other Hydes, I suspect that the now notorious General Sir Harry Flashman was a Hyde, but I am not interested in the family history – just me (as always!).
Being born at 15 is not so hard and it happened at an appropriate moment when puberty was in flow, rugby was a passion and I was about to make a complete mess of the exams that everyone told me were my key to the future. Well, you can’t have that kind of an accident at that age and still expect to be perfect can you? The creativeness that had taken a back seat started to flow and out came the rebellious and hedonistic Edward, intent on his own personal enjoyment.
It was odd for a while, as Jekyll found all those years ago, to have a split personality where one half did not understand the other (or even possibly like them) but Edward eventually took over. Edward arrived with his disregard for the consequences of his actions and his detachment from his family, did he love them? Probably not, they were just other humans for whom he had an attachment of sorts but whatever that was it wasn’t love. By 18 Edward was in and settled, his “Henry” was all but gone and the languid, well dressed, champagne loving Edward was looking at life for the next source of fun or excitement…..