My Heart Still Beats For You
Episode 2
“Hey! Dian, what’s wrong?” John asked with all seriousness as he looked deep into my eyes. Seeing him l felt like l was seeing Alan. John happened to have come into my life a year after Alan had died in that ghastly accident,me surviving was a miracle.
Having had too much to drink probably knocked me out. All l wanted with John was just a night of se.x and pleasure. I had missed that and John was available, he made himself available, he has always been crazy over me.
John and l met at a time I went for a morning jog. Alan had thought me to appreciate life with the way he had held me captive. I never missed the opportunity to go out and see places. It made me relive my freedom over and over again.
A guy had been trailing me, I had jogged a considerable metres and yet still he didn’t back down. ” What’s this dude following me for?” I questioned the universe as l made to take a turn to a street I knew were filled with shops.
I hid in a shop as l pretended to be interested in buying stuffs, of course I took no money along with me . I saw him pass by and l waited for some few minutes then l got out trailing my steps back home.
“Hope you don’t mind me escorting you home?” the voice of a man startled me and l almost went falling down, it was the guy. He held on quick to me as l was about falling to the ground.
I punched him in the face as l had gotten a good hold of myself. “Who the he.ll are you? Why are you following me?” I screamed at him as he held onto his bleeding nose. ” I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it, my heart made me follow you. I don’t know why,” he said as he turned to leave.
I felt quite bad as the innocence on his face defiled my over protectiveness. ” Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that,” I said as l made to touch him. His looks were breathtaking, he got me drooling like a mor.on.
His eyes were as if he wanted to tell me something, as if he had longed to see me. He looked kinda confused as well, I haven’t seen him before but I felt uneasy with him in front of me.
We became friends but he was weird, he talked to me like he had known me before. His actions towards me were so emotional. He was damn good looking, no doubt. Now, I am here in bed with a man that came into my life out of the blue.
He had feelings but all I wanted was a good time, I wasn’t ready to go into commitment for the second time.
” Dian, I want you to believe me when l say that l love you. We’ve been together for almost three months now and l can say I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.
This might sound crazy this wasn’t what we agreed on. You want fun and pleasure but I want more than this. I want you to be mine forever”.
I felt anger as he looked straight into my eyes,it was late in the night already, and l hadn’t brought my car, l wanted to leave immediately. “I’m no longer interested in having a nice time with you, please take me home,” l said to his face almost whispering.
Disappointment was boldly written over his face, his chest began to beat heavily, his breath was ceasing as he fought to take control over his self. For the first time, I notice a big scar on his chest and he immediately put his hand on his chest as he fell off the bed.
I screamed as he laid struggling to breathe, my head went haywire as l was totally confused about what was happening. I scurried out of the bed and went running out of the room. Dashing into the living room, I went straight to the door and opened it.
I called out loud to his gatekeeper whom l presumed was already in another world of sleep. He scrambled outside of his little home and his look showed that he was confused. “Please, I don’t know what’s wrong with John, he’s dying,” I said as l began crying.
The struggle to get him off the floor and then into the car really exhausted me, he was still fighting for his life and he never stopped looking at him.
Getting to the hospital, I raised an alarm and immediately he was put in a stretcher and wheeled into the hospital. He took me by his hand and his grip was overwhelming.
I couldn’t go into the ward, my heart panted so fast and loud like it had never done before, I was so confused.
An hour later, a doctor came out of the ward and l ran to meet her. ” His heart is rejecting his body, he might die and he might live, this is a 50/50% chance,” she said as she looked at me with pity.
I was really confused as to what the doctor had said.” How can his own heart reject his own body, please I don’t understand,” I stuttered as l shook with fear.
“He is a heart transplant recipient, something must have triggered his new heart to rejecting his body, keep praying Miss and we’ll keep trying our possible best.
I fell to the floor as l held my head with both hands. I remembered the scar on his chest, and my heart ached. I sobbed like my whole life depended on it.
ROSANLA SEYI
DEPRESSED WRITER ยฉ
