My Heart Still Beats For You
Episode 8
I laid on the floor as l began saying my last words. John threw the orange peeler on the floor next to me. He hit his fist on the kitchen workspace and yelled aloud. “Thought you said you loved me?” John said as he twisted his neck sideways for some couple of times.
He made to bend down towards me on the floor and l quickly folded myself up as l let out a scriel sound, my heart beating out fast. He restricted himself as he jolted backward he and mumbled some words to himself.
He moved swiftly away from me and went towards the kitchen sink. He watched off his blo.ody face violently from the water from the tap and he made some incoherent words. I couldn’t get up, I was too scared to.
He stopped the water and made to look at me again. ” You shouldn’t have done this Dian, you shouldn’t,” he yelled as he hit his hands on the sink. I couldn’t see the John that was so calm and loving anymore, the only thing I could see was the bea.stly part of Alan.
He dashed out of the kitchen and then the tension only got lessened for me. I looked at the delivery man on the floor. I cursed myself for ever being a cause for his de.ath. His mobile phone beeped silently in his jacket pocket and an idea suddenly popped into my head.
I walked quickly on my hands and knees like a baby and went straight for his phone. It was the company he was working for that had kept calling him. I tucked in his phone into my bra and dashed back to where l had laid down before. I breathed hard as l thought of what next to do.
If Alan gets to know of this, I’ll be as good as being dea.d. I felt the presence of someone and l made to look up. Alan came dragging the delivery man’s body violently on the floor. I scurried out of where I had laid on the cold floor.
He dragged the young man’s body and then dumped him into the deep freezer that was in the kitchen. My eyes popped out as l saw what John had just done. I began to sob as l could have simply let de.ath evade the young man, it was all my fault.
The sight of it sent me throwing up. I almost threw up my intestine as the sight was way too disgusting for me to behold. John looked at me and came rushing to me. “Hey, what’s wrong? You sick?” I was dumbfounded by the sudden attitude of John.
“Let’s go use the bathroom, he said as he placed his hands on my shoulder. He walked me out of the kitchen and we went straight into his bedroom, I was shivering all over as l felt his cold hands on my body.
Getting into the bathroom, I threw up more and just then I knew l needed to keep throwing up to gain his sympathy. He looked so distressed and concerned, it baffled me of how he managed to keep two personalities at once.
. This was the real John, his monster heart was the John that had kil.led someone in the kitchen. “I need to take a shower,” I said as l shivered profusely with my head bowed before John. “Sure you can,” John said as he excused me by exiting the bathroom.
I waited for some few minutes before I turned on the shower. l brought out the phone in my bra and went to dial 999. The call was picked up and it was suddenly disconnected, my heart skipped a beat.
I dialed the last number that came in which belonged to the delivery company. The. was picked up and the voice of the person on the phone was furious and went ranting on an on.
“Ma’am, your delivery man is dead,” l spoke gently almost whispering as l bit my lower lip, tears kept dropping down my eyes, my heart ached so badly as the memory of the innocent man came into my head.
Silence followed as I had said those words. “Who is this? she asked so gently. “His last delivery locations, Ashdown street off Lamberhurst. He’s been murdered at this location. I’m being held…”the phone made and l made to look at the screen.
I was slapped by total disappointment as the phone was out of power. I gently hit my head on the wall cussing under my breath. A sudden knock came on the door which scared the life out of me. I quickly pulled off all my clothes and went straight under the shower.
After getting wet, l got out and put on a towel and went for the door. Opening it, John looked at me with eyes that were so dark and evil. ” “We need to get out of here, Dian. They’ll definitely come looking for him,” he said as he held me by the arm.
He had prepared clothes for me to wear and they were all on the bed, he turned his back to me as he signalled for me to put on the clothes. He had packed his bags and was set to leave. I needed to do something that would delay him. This was my only hope of escaping.
I feigned fainting and fell flat on the floor, he quickly rushed at me as he let out a cry. “Dian, get up, what’s happening to you.” I held on tight to my breath as l pulled the stunt. He made to carry me on the bed and he started checking for my pulse.
He quickly rushed out of the room and all l could do was to maintain the act. I swallowed hard as l thought of what next to do. John reappeared from the door, holding a cup in his hands. He got to me and he lifted up my head. He placed the cup on my lips and forced my mouth opened.
The content jolted me up, the bitterness was quickly registered in my brain. John had forced me out of my pretence, I wanted to scream out badly. “Gush, I’ve messed up your dress,” he said as he made to put the cup away. He pulled off my top and laid me gently on the bed.
He dashed into the bathroom and I prayed silently for a miracle to happen. John walked out slowly from the bathroom and he suddenly screamed at the top of his voice, my whole body vibrated instantly. ” Dian, where did you get this phone from?”
ROSANLA SEYI
DEPRESSED WRITER ยฉ
