Story: The Heat - Season 1 - Episode 8

8 years ago

Story: The Heat - Season 1 - Episode 8

Naturally, when I have a goal, I’m set to pursue it, different people are wired differently, I was now an obsessive goal-getter , what a terrible combination. For almost a month I had been walking to and fro his house; and my route was at the back, two blocks behind; I would purposely walk in front of his house to see if I would see him. It was almost like I was stalking him obsessively , something I know I was doing but I couldn’t help it, I just wanted to see him, just one more time, just to know, just to feel his touch and hear him scream my name while we F***ed. I wanted his buttery body melted over my hot steamy soul, I loved his weighty body pressed against mine, even if he was big and older’ I didn’t care.

Today I asked their help who worked in the shop that I stayed in to chat, and he told me that he hadn’t been around. I asked and he just didn’t give me something to bank on. So I decided that I would wait until he came home , I waited and waited until the security men came and even before they could get to where I was.

Early the next morning I was at the door of his house to see hm, I didn’t know what it was that made me act that way, I was an intelligent person, who was rational in thinking and too intelligent to be behaving like this, this was stupidity but I’m sure I will stop once I see him and know how he felt.

I had been sitting out for 2 hours or more now and the house just felt like no one was in so I stood up and trotted home before they got to me but before I take the turn off their block, I heard the door slam, I quickly recoiled my steps to see who it was and it was him dressed in his all black suit and a blue striped shirt, I called to me and stood by the bank of the road while I caught up to him; we exchanged pleasantries and just before I said anymore, he said to that he was travelling tomorrow and today was the last day he had to clear things up at the office, just then a yellow taxi in black stripes drove by us and stopped and he got in and left me with nothin to say then he drove off without leaving me to say anything to say and drove off with me standing on the road, he was gone and I want sure when or where I would see him again.

My mum had been to my room to wake me up, her alarm had rang; usually I was the one to wake her up and when she didn’t see me she thought to come wake me but I wasn’t there and she was sitting in the sitting room waiting for me to come in.
” Good morning ma ” I said stunned .
“Where did you go this early”
I had nothing to say, I wasn’t a liar and I wasn’t in the habit of lying to her, so I just shut the door behind me and stood there quiet and speechless at her questions and remarks, she ranted but I just stood there quiet still and glaring blankly into space. She is a mother, of course she knew what was wrong with me, she stood up from where she was and walked towards the door where I stood and I started sobbing uncontrollable, I didn’t know what came over me.

To Be Continued…