My Heart Still Beats For You
Episode 12
Shock gripped my body as l jerked up my head from the pool of water in the bath tub. I was literally drowning as l had suddenly lost track of event and slept off while I rested in the cold bath tub.
I had gulped in water and my head ached so badly as l tried maintaining composure. All I came to remember was me drowning in the pool.at the backyard and John was there watching me as l drowned.
The memory came banging my head as l got out of the bath tub shivering with every fiber in my body. Walking n***d into the living room, I stared at the veranda with utmost fear in me. I shivered aggressively as l knocked myself out of the horrible thought.
“I need to get some shots of Tikiler and just knock myself out,” I murmured to myself as l walked to my room. Getting dressed up, all that was on my mind was getting high and forgetting about life.
I dashed at my wardrobe and searched for a bïtchy dress that could be worn to a night party. This was what I needed right now. It was getting late already and taking my car wasn’t a good idea. I wouldn’t be able to drive myself home after the shots.
I took my phone and it dawned on me that I had no Uber service of mine A thought came to my mind. John had had one time sent a Uber driver to come pick me at my home. I had his contact and l remembered I saved it with “Smokey Head”, he had been smoking while in the car before coming to pick me up.
I picked up the phone and searched for his number. The phone rang on the other end and within a short while, it was picked. We conversed and he made me know he’ll be over in like an hour’s time. l dressed to kïll for the night.
I sprayed on one of my favorite cologne, I had missed my life so much. I checked myseelf out in the mirror, I needed ni make up. I walked out of the room and took a seat, pouring myself a cup of juice as l made arrangements for travelling.
I needed to go far away and start a life afresh. I’ve had enough, going away would be the best option. I tapped on my phone and made a quick search of wonderful places I could start a life and I suddenly heard the honking of a car and l said in my mind, “Alas!”
Exiting my house, I already imagined myself at the club house, basking in alcohol and forgetting about life. Getting into the car, we both exchanged greetings as l told him where I was going.
I switched back to my phone and surfed the net, acting like a billionaire hot cake. I searched for beautiful places not of luxury but of simplicity and l was just so carried away by the beautiful things Google was providing.
I jerked up from viewing the phone as l noticed the driver had taken a wrong turn. “Hey, this isn’t the route to Bahamas club house,” I spoke out to the Uber driver as he was more focused on the road.
He suddenly went giggling and my heart began p******g, I thought I had fallen as a victim of Uber rapïsts. He suddenly parked the car and turned to look at me, it was John. I screamed my lungs out as l fidgeted at the back seat.
He jumped down from the car and opened the door to the back seat were l was, dragging me out. He pulled my hair as he did and all I could do was beg for mercy. “I’ll always come back for you, Dian,” he said as he pushed my back to the car.
His face had been disfigured, all thanks to the fire. Nothing else could describe horror, he was sure an epitome of horror itself. I struggled with him and he in turn gave me slaps repeatedly. I cried all the way as he laid his filthy hands on me.
Dragging me to the back of the car, he opened the boot and my heart went jumping out if my mouth. I screamed as l saw a man laying in the boot. He was covered in blood and something like a dagger was stuck to his chest.
John had ki.lled the Uber driver and dumped him in the boot. John stuffed me in with a de.ad man behind the boot, I wanted to disappear into thin air. The car suddenly went moving and l laid beside the de.ad man.
I couldn’t scream, I was too scared to. My heart pounded all the way as I thought of where John was taking me to. l moved a hand and it hit the de.ad man, I gave a loud cry. I felt the dagger that had been stuck to his chest.
A thought came to my mind but it was the only thing I could think of. I thought of taking the dagger but I was too scared to. I cursed John with my every being . The car suddenly stopped and l laid calmly in th boot. I forced the dagger out of his chest and blo.od sprinkled on my face.
I took in deep breaths and waited for John, he opened the boot and signalled for me to come out. I struggled to get up and immediately, he dragged me. With the speed of light, I sent the dagger into his abdomen. He gave a loud scream and he went pushing me down to the bare floor.
I cried out as l had hit my head on the ground. He groaned in pains as he held on to his tummy. He staggered and writhed in pain,the dagger was still in his tummy.
I got up quickly to my feet and rushed at him, he went falling right to the ground. I took out the knife and sta.bbed him again. I screamed as I made for his chest and sta.bbed him, I wanted to put an end to the heart that breeded so much evïl. I got up with hands filled with blood.
I moved away from him and got into the car. My whole body was shivering as my hands shook profusely trying to insert the car key into the key hole. John raised his hand and l could seeing him writhing in pains, he was dy.ing.
I made a reverse and I stopped the car. I turned on the car headlamp and it shun on where he was laying on th ground. I looked at John, the man that had suddenly become my greatest nightmare.
Putting on the gear, I stepped on the pedal and it made to move in his direction. I smashed John with the car where he had laid and he made no sound. Putting it on a reverse, I made to step on the John with car again on a high speed. I did this I screamed aloud, crying with so much bitterness.
Stopping the car, I placed my head on the wheel as l sobbed horribly, I had taken a man’s life and it was worth it. I jerked my head up from the wheel and put the engine to life. I drove out with the bloody car.
With my face glued to the road, my whole life played before me. John is gone and his heart would no longer beat for me.
The End
ROSANLA SEYI
DEPRESSED WRITER ©
Dian killed John, serves him right