My heart still beats for you

My Heart Still Beats For You

Episode 1

Alan was one of the best things that had happened to me. I was involved in an accident with both of my parents, I was the only surviving victim. I was the only child and so my world came crumbling.

Alan owned the hospital that I and my dead parents were taken to. Alan was the only one that stood by me, he was the one that made me who I was, that made me become a shadow of myself.

He was rich and the idea of me furthering my education was not in his agenda, he gave me all I ever wanted, all l could ever want to acquire with money.

He was the perfect man for me, so I’d thought. Marrying him was the perfect way of repaying him for all he had done. I fell in love with someone who never wanted the world to see me. He said I was too beautiful for the world to behold my beauty.

His house was like a different world of it’s own, I had all l wanted in there but I never had one thing, and that was freedom.

Running down the staircase, I slipped on a foot and I went tumbling over till l crashed on the bare floor. My whole body rang a bell as l felt a painful shock in my tummy.

I was four months pregnant, the fall made me dizzy as l heard the banging footsteps of Alan. I lazily scrambled to my feet and l felt liquid dripping down inbetween my thighs.

My legs became too weak to carry my body as l dragged myself heading for the sitting room.
“Dian, I’m sorry. Please don’t run away from me,” Alan’s voice echoed from the staircase.

I watched as he made his way downstairs, it was late in the night already, I felt the very dread of the night as l looked at the monster that had taken me to the alter.

“I told you not to go out, damn it!” Alan spoke as he moved closer with more aggression exerted in his voice. I felt my spirit leaving me as l bled the more.

“Alan, why are you doing this? I only we…went out to…to…o take a stroll, it’s been long I had done that and I..l..I’m pregnant, I needed some walk,” l stuttered as l made to move backwards till my back came to touch a wall.

“Shut up! Shut the fu.ck up! He yelled as he dashed at me and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me closer to himself.

“I love you Dian, why make me hurt you?” he said as he pressed his nails deep into my head. I swallowed lumps of saliva as fear gripped me. “You bleeding?” Alan said so surprisenly as his mood suddenly changed.

He released his hard grip on me as he made to look at my under. “I need to take you to the hospital, we need to go right now, I’m sorry for hurting you,” he hurriedly said as he kissed me all over my face, I grasped for air as l sobbed silently.

He quickly rushed upstairs and within a blink of an eye, he rushed down back with a car key in his hands. Taking me by the waist, he gently led me out of the mansion. Getting into the car the gate opened as he pressed on the control button.

The street lights illuminated the streets, I could see the happy life of some people still outside, I felt the freedom. I wept the more as we moved further into the city, Alan had kept me locked away for so long.

Making a sharp turn, we were on a lonely road path with trees on both sides welcoming us. “Alan, why are you doing this to me? You said you loved me, right? Why make me cry all the time,” I said as l sobbed bitterly.

His face was stuck to the road and he bit his lower lip so badly, ” You are mine and l can do with you whatever I want to. I love you Dian and it’s high time you accept that fact,” he spat out angrily as he exerted tension on the wheel.

“I’ll rather die than to forever be locked up my a monster like you,” I said as l made to struggle with the wheel. Shock was written on his face as we both struggled to gain control of the wheel.

The car moved swerved off the road and headed towards the woods, I wanted it to end there, I wanted to be free even if it would cost me my life.

“Dian!”, the voice jerked me back to reality as l was all covered in sweat. My heartbeat increased and l shook all over as John looked at me. I bursted out crying as the memories of Alan came back haunting again.

ROSANLA SEYI
DEPRESSED WRITER ยฉ

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