My Heart Still Beats For You
Episode 6
John moved away from the door, closing it right behind him. He tucked in some white material into his pocket while he moved quickly to his wardrobe. He saw that his things had been scattered and he looked directly at me on the floor.
I felt really hot as his stare sent memories of Alan back to me. He dragged out a travel bag at the top of the wardrobe. He angrily stocked in some of his clothes and shoes in it.
Went to his table and took his wristwatches, perfumes and finally, he took out his ATM card from the shelves and brought out bales of cash from behind the shelve hidden with books.
I watched him without saying a word as he did his thing. He zipped up his travel bag after stuffing his money and other items in it and he quickly wore a shirt on. He carried his bag and walked straight to me.
I sat still on the floor not knowing what next to do. ” Get up Dain, we have a long journey ahead of us,” he said softly and my heart panted more furiously.
I scrambled my way back to my feet and I shook terribly before him. I shivered so badly that my teeth gnashed on one another. ” “Where are we going, John?” I asked summoning every strength in me.
” You are so stubborn Dian. Don’t worry, I’m taking you to a place that is safe. That is safe for us my love.”
John said as he speedingly brought out a cloth material from his pocket and he forced it on my face. It was a hankerchief. He pressed it on my nose as l struggled to break myself free from his hold.
I was beginning to lose energy. I finally stopped struggling as l couldn’t get a clearer vision anymore. The last thing I saw was John giving me a kiss on my forehead.
A knock came on the door and I jerked off from sleep, I breathed so hard as I fought to remember what was going on. The room was well decorated with flowers and awesome frame works.
I had never been here before, it all looked unfamiliar to me. John walked in with a tray in hand and he came smiling all the way. His built chest was shirtless and he looked like a runway model.
“Breakfast in bed my love,” John said as he dropped the food tray on the bed. I looked at myself and my clothes were not on me. John had worn me a nightwear without my consent. I felt disgusted.
He looked at me with a stern face and l understood what it meant. I gently climbed back onto the bed, crossing my legs as l sat down and l stared endlessly into space.
“This is going to be our new home darling. We’ll both live together here happily ever after, John said as he giggled all innocently. He sat down next to me and he gave me a peck. He tuned to the food tray and began adding bama to my bread.
“John, I know you love me but this isn’t the way to show love. Alan was my greatest nightmare and just so you know, there’s no difference between you and Alan.” John slapped me immediately those words left my lips. I fought back heavy tears as the pain registered into my brain.
He brought my face close to his and he spat out angrily. “I am John, I am not Alan. We are two different people, Dian. The fact that he gave me his heart doesn’t mean he is me. I am John, and this John loves you.”
He breathed hard as he yelled those words to my face. I looked at him straight in the eyes for the first time, but my eyes were devoid of emotions.
He kissed my cheeks and fondled with my hair. “I hope you come to love me one day. Stop rejecting my love, Diane. I really do love you. Please, I love you”, John said almost whispering and he suddenly bursted out crying.
He was going crazy. I bit angrily on my lower lip as l knew a part of Alan was still alive and that part was beating right infront of me.
“John, Promise never to hurt me again, and I’ll love you in return. I want a love that comes with no pain and rejection. Let’s start all over again and make this work,” I said as l swallowed hard.
John looked into my eyes with so much amazement. I could see he was totally out of his mind and blinded by his obsession. Alan’s heart wasn’t dead, it still lived. And for a reason I didn’t come to understand was why it had to choose me again.
I didn’t want to go through another phase of torment. John was obsessed. I had to play along for the second time. I had to for the sake of my life this time around.
ROSANLA SEYI
DEPRESSED WRITER ยฉ
