98: Black hoodie and black knives

KIKI.

As I walked home that late night, I couldn’t help but think over and over about him. I missed him, that was for sure, and I also wanted more, more that seemed impossible for both of us. With my sister in the picture and his wealthy background, I was just not fit.

I looked up at the sky as I trekked home, the night sky is how I came to wish to fly. It is the most beautiful art, alive with raw energy, a song for the eyes. At times, I felt as if I could feel it vibrating somehow, whispering in a way the ears cannot hear. I guess it felt friendly when the world of people felt so devoid of love. I wanted to see it right, in three dimensions, see the sculpture of divine hands.

It made me feel like I wasn't alone in this world at the end of the day, the real agony is the fact that I’ve worked at least seventy hours a week for so long I don’t recall the last time I had a good lay. I rack my brain, remembering the last time I bothered with a high-end lounge hookup, never. The last time I ever had sex was even years ago too due to my fear of sex, I do not even know if I had overcome it, I had no practice. I’ve been so busy it’s kept me living like a monk ever since. Dammit, I need a good fuck. That’s all. A memorable sheet-ripping romp to reset my system.

I heard a faint footstep behind me as I quickly looked back but only to see no one behind me, I shrugged as I kept moving and thinking. But then I heard those footsteps again but when I looked back yet again, there was no one behind me. I was getting paranoid at this point especially since I couldn’t shake off that feeling of being followed or watched by someone.

There was absolute stillness. No air stirred the grass or leaves. No clouds drifted in the sea of blue above. No water dripped or flowed. Not a sound could be heard either close at hand or in the far off distance. Even my own breath seemed to die as soon as it left my mouth. It was an eerie sort of tranquility, so instead of being soothed my senses became heightened. I felt like the prey even though no predator could be detected. It was as if the world were encased in a cocoon, a bubble, and there was no way out.

I started to walk faster than I was before, while looking back at intervals, soon my eyes came in contact with a make figure dressed in black hoodie and pants, he also had a black gloves on and everything about him screamed danger.

Black clouds sprawled across the sky, billowing in from the west. Their brassy glare drains colour from houses and trees and burnished cars in driveways, leaving neighbourhoods tinted bronze in the faltering light. The air grew heavy and the humidity pressed down, suffocating.

The scent of rain was dark and heady. A stillness fell over the street, and in the silence came a low crackle of thunder, rolling across rooftops to the pattering of tiny raindrops.

For a moment, everything stopped. Even the wind held its breath. A streak of hot silver split the sky, and the downpour began.

I took that as a cue to take to my heels and then I ran. I ran as fast as I could and the more I did amidst the rain, the more the man behind ran too and he kept gaining ground.

Just when I was about to get into my apartment, he finally gained ground on me as he pushed me so harshly against the door and started to choke my neck, I flailed and tried to scream all to no avail and just when I thought I was going to die, he was suddenly ripped off my body and thrown into the rain.

It was another man, a familiar one, even while I kept coughing trying to recover from the choking I had just been put through, I tried to look at my helper in the darkness and rain as he had started to fight the killer with every of his might. The guy immediately brought out a knife as he tried to tag my helper but failed, soon he succeeded in scratching him with the pocket knife just before eating to his heels and running away.

I rushed towards my helper on the floor in the rain as he immediately got up and started to walk towards me too.

He had tousled dark brown hair, which was thick and lustrous. His eyes were a mesmerising emerald green with flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite. He had dark eye brows, which sloped downwards in a serious expression. He was familiar.

“Giovanni.” I whispered in total shock.

What was he doing here? Why was he here by this time?

His usually playful smile had drawn into a hard line across his face. His perfect lips ripe for the kissing. His strong hands, slightly rough from working, held mine as he stared deep into my eyes. I couldn’t help but blush. His smile etched its way back into his face. His body was warm and toned as he hugged me, comforting to the touch. His voice was deep, with an serious tone. His lips brushed my ear as he spoke, “I really do love you.”

We hugged for so long under the rain before we finally went back into my house, I was grateful that Jojo was sure to be asleep in his room by this time, I didn’t want him getting scared over what had happened this night. After Giovanni had called the police to explain the incident that had just happened, I threw him some old clothes of dad’s as I told him to get into the shower and change.

When he was done, I did the same.

We were yet to exchange much words after all of this but when we were both done freshening up, I had him sit on my couch as I brought out my first aid box to dress the knife scratch for him. Through this, he started to speak, “you know, I hate fiorella so much.” He paused as I applied methylated spirit to his scratch.

“She forced me into this situationship with her, I had a hard childhood, Kiki. I was called a bastard and illegal son all through my life, all because I had a different mother, one that they said abandoned me as soon as I was born when she discovered that I wasn’t going to be of use to her as she had thought. I was bullied by my brother and friends growing up, my father would lock me up for days if I refused to do as he says, it was one of the reasons why I was scared to say the truth back in camp too, Gaston and threatened me and I knew he could do worse if I didn’t detach myself from you, although it got to the last straw when he accused you of poisoning me when he was infact the one who did that to me but before I could get to you, you had left and I was honestly so sorry. Kiki, I love you. I really do and I’m ready to take this all the way, I’m ready to prove my live to you and fight for us, if only you’ll let me. I’m sorry for whatever pain and confusion I might have caused you, please, let me make it up to you, if you feel the same way about me, let’s do this, please.”

His eyes were gazing into mine like he was looking far beyond the skin and face. I sat and stare back at his emerald green eyes that glimmered like the stars in the sky. He looked at my lips and now I know what he’s about to do. I am not ready at all for this. My hands get sweaty and shaky. He’s leaning forward and my instinct is to take a step back and run for my life but I find myself moving closer to him and now I’m just about close that I can see his nose hairs.

His lips touch mine and I somehow know exactly what to do with mine. They move together like two dancers sashaying through a melody. His lips are delicate and warm. Mine are crusty and chapped but I don’t seem to care because right now, in this moment, I feel as if I’m floating in space and everything around me has turned to dust.

I want him too. I really do. I always have.