My Heart Still Beats For You
Episode 7
I hugged John so tightly, I could feel his breath on my skin. I robbed off his tears with my palms and pecked him all over his face. His face didn’t look like I had totally convinced him that I was being sincere with him.
He might probably know that l was playing with him or might even be completely blind to my scheme. I had to up my game and set myself free from this psychopath. “I don’t think I should eat this breakfast while watch you starve. Let me go and prepare something for us,” l said as l gently let go of him and got down from the bed.
His eyes trailed my every movement, I felt a striking sensation in my belly. John’s looks always find a way of freaking me out. He got up from the bed as well and he walked me to the kitchen.
The house was really beautiful and the kitchen set up was quite amazing. John was really prepared for this, he was really prepared to totally disconnect me from the outside world. “What would you like to eat?” I asked John as l placed his hands around my waist.
I could see how he gulped down saliva, savouring every part of my face. He pressed his palm on my waist and then took them to my butt. I swallowed hard as l could feel his hardness on my tummy.
“I want you for breakfast,” he said as he lifted me up and sat me down on the kitchen work space. He hungrily kissed my lips as he fondled with my b*****s. I wanted to stab him right there but I couldn’t. For a moment I felt like l could be in control.
He was out of his mind and if he didn’t get back the love he wanted, he could kill me. “John!” I called out his name as l gently removed his hands from my body. “I think I should make some chicken and peas.
I bumped into it on YouTube and that delicacy is superb,” I joyfully said as l managed to fake a smile. John smiled and the next second, he frowned a little.
“But there’s no chicken in the house and l can’t…” Shhshh!! I said as l interrupted him. “It’s fine. You can order for a fresh chicken and I’ll do the cooking,” I said and John nodded smiling at my suggestion.
He quickly searched his pocket and he did a little typing on it. “Logistics should help,” he said as he winked his eyes at me. He dialed a number and he placed his phone to his ear. “Hey! Good day. I’ll love to place an order for a fresh chicken. Yeah, full chicken. Yeah, my address…” he paused as he looked at me.
“I’ll text you the details right away, thanks,” he said as he ended the call. He m
fondled with his and when he was done he threw it back in his pocket. He made for the fruits that were on the table and brought oranges.
He couldn’t stop talking to me as we both whiled away time in the kitchen eating fruits and talking. In like an half an hour, the doorbell rung and John left the kitchen with his orange and orange peeler in hand.
I gasped in the kitchen as l thought of what next to do. A young man walked into the kitchen with packs of deliveries in his hands, John had ordered for a quite an amount of chicken.
He came closer and dropped the goods on the kitchen workspace. I grabbed him by the hand and gently whispered to him and my voice shook all the way. “What’s the address of this place. Please I need to know,” I stuttered as he looked at me with a confused face and l made to bend his head closer to mine.
“We are in Ashdown street off Lamberhurst,” he said as he made to disengage himself from my grib. Out of the blue, blood splashed on my face. John stabbed his neck with the orange peeler and dragged him to the floor.
I screamed at the top of my voice as l went falling to the ground. John repeatedly stabbed him on his chest as he groaned like an animal. Tears began rushing down my eyes as l watched the delivery man lay lifeless on the floor.
His blood was all over the floor and l couldn’t believe my eyes. John angrily got on his feet and shook his head aggressively as he walked towards me. I gasped for air and l was losing it. I suddenly couldn’t find my voice to give another scream. My whole body went numb.
ROSANLA SEYI
DEPRESSED WRITER ยฉ
