In A Heartbeat

Chapter 4

Kane

As dark as the sky gets on rainy days , stormy days my thought love to travel to far distances. I live alone so I have the freedom to indulge in my own darkness. People always seem to misunderstand me and how I function as a man, from the way I run my life to the way I show my interest in things. Maybe that's the sadist in me. I do not tend to feel things to the same level as other people , perhaps I'm just lacking something inside me and for that reason I do not feel much.  There were times as a kid I would get taken to a psychologist to see why I lack certain emotions and they would think I have some kind of  personality disorder but at the age of 10 they ruled it out. My parents were always so distant since they had me so young , at the mare age of 15 and 17. Nonetheless, my past is not important. My focus is the future.

The company I owned , I only had interest in it for the simple idea of owning something. Once I met Ezra , my mind completely changed focus and more importantly I felt something with her. She made my heart do this weird creepy thing , I'm not easily impressed but for some reason this woman emphasizes something within me. I only want her to myself , I want to learn her, I want to see her every time , anytime and anywhere.

Ezra isn't like other women I met , she had beautiful brown skin , her eyes were the colours of sage, mint with a hint of smoke and fire or better yet the green of her eyes had rays of sunlight in them when light hit them. I am not a man who is good with words you see, I am good at describing things that are beautiful to me. The next thing that drew me in in respects to her beauty was her hair she kept it either in a slicked back braided ponytail or she had it out in a curly mass of hair, as dark as black itself. Her body was the perfect plumpness, her curves shaped her beautiful and I noticed how they curve sweetly. Her lips were full and resembled a heart and were two toned which is pretty normal amongst women of colour . Ezra in my eyes exudes pure femininity. She has a certain darkness about her , but at the same time she seemed soft and girlish. I'm sure she thinks I'm some sort of creep but I don't make it my business to care about such a thing.

I was the person who came to her house the other day and so what of it? I will protect my treasures one way or another. I put cameras in her house by the entrance , back door/ porch area and basement. I almost got caught but I know my way around and always know what I am doing. I also put a tracker on her car , some might say that it is a little extreme but ask me if I care much. Ezra is the diamond in the rough.

Or maybe I'm mentally , psychologically fucked up. Perhaps we will find out where this goes.

Yesterday , I took her out for dinner and I enjoyed myself. Though I hated the fact she could not answer my calls and texts and that guy who she was talking to. That made my insides burn and it took a lot for me to refrain from acting crazy. Nonetheless, I had fun and we talked for a while I told her a few things. This closeness I feel to her scares me , and I'm not a man who is easily scared. So today I decided I would go to a gun range and fire a few shots then go to a bar.

Some will say I'm a lunatic with serious issues that probably does not understand himself. They might be right.

Ezra

I stared out of my window in my living room , listening to the pitter-patter of the rain and the subtle thunder that curtained the town today. I seen someone jogging by in a hoodie. A man, all black , strong legs and despite how cold it looked outside he clearly did not care much. I leave it to him because I could never be so committed to fitness to the point I am jogging in weather as sad and unpleasantly chilly as today. I could not help but wonder what his story could be. This was natural for me I always wondered what someone's story is , where they come from and why they are the way they are. The man looked up and I can't see his face that well but from what I see I can see his drenched hair covering his eyes and his lips parted allowing the condensation of his breath to escape. I guess he could see me . Startled I moved away and went to my laptop. Shortly after I hear my doorbell ring. I went to the door and there he was. I opened the door and the man was busy trying to catch his breath he was hunched over , hands in his knees and held up a finger indicating I give him a moment to gather himself.