The Last Thought of a Beating Heart

Ten

Giselle walked through the front door of her family's farmhouse anxious to upload her conquest to the internet. Her goal was to prove to her internet friends that she scored with the owner of a business and laugh in their smug faces.

Dropping her shoes at the front door, she made her way into the kitchen to make a snack. She decided to make her favorite snack of deep fried Twinkies. The mere thought of them was making her salivate as she plugged in the deep fryer.

Setting up her space on the kitchen table so she did not have to walk from the living room, she opened up her laptop and logged onto her favorite chat rooms. Preparing to upload her conquest of Darius for the world to see, she was hoping her friends were online.

She pulled up her website and began the loading of the video. While it was loading, she began deep-frying her sweet treat. Enjoying her happiness, she gently placed them into the boiling grease, when one of her chat notifications went off.

Rushing to the table to see who it was, she opened the page to see it was one of her closest friends from England.

"Giselle, hey. I have seen you finally got what you wanted. Open up your webcam."

Anxiously opening the webcam with a smile, she began with, "Charles you won't believe that I lost my virginity, and it was with the man I love."

"Babe, he was drunk as shit, and you used him." Stated, Charles in a matter of fact tone.

"Don't get all uptight. Maybe the wealthy and sexy playboy Darius Wilcott will father my children and I can get off this farm. I'm so sick of working and always being broke."

"Your time will come. Just be patient. You know I'm here and willing, we just need to decide a destination."

"Shit, my Twinkies." Yelled Giselle.

She dashed to the deep fryer and scooped out the sweetness that she had been waiting for all day. Exhaustion was beginning to wear on Giselle, but excitement was keeping her awake.

Walking back to the table with her plate full of snacks, she began talking to Charles about her plans for the future with Darius.

"I think maybe I can get Darius to believe that I am carrying his child. I could wait a month or two, show him a positive pregnancy test. Maybe he will feel obligated to take care of his unborn child and me. We didn't use any protection so it could be possible. I mean really it could work."

"In order for that plan to work, Giselle, you would have to become pregnant. He's wealthy and will try to prove you are not carrying his child. Trust me, any man will want definite proof by going to the hospital with you to checkups."

"Well, in that case I could tell him I am pregnant, then a day or two later claim a miscarriage. He would feel guilty and try helping me through my rough patch. Then we would become closer. It would work if I played everything right."

"I see plenty of holes in your story and I'm positive it won't work no matter how you spin it. I'm telling you this to tell you in the long run. Giselle, I really think this is a horrible plan that will have horrible consequences in the long run. You can't play, a player no matter how good you think you are." Ranted Charles.

"Charles since you have so much faith in me and my plan, let me finish my snack and I will show you how confident I am."

Shoving the twinkle in her mouth like she was starving, Giselle began to dance around the kitchen. She stopped suddenly, staring at the screen of the computer. She grabbed her neck and her eyes began to bulge.

Charles screamed through the webcam for her to answer him, yet she fell to the floor beginning to grasp for anything while she slowly choked the Twinkie in her throat.

Giselle turned toward the computer once, trying to grasp the cord, but accidentally knocked over the deep fryer with boiling grease onto herself.

Feeling helpless, Charles could only watch as his friend lay on the kitchen floor choking to death on a deep fried Twinkie covered in boiling grease.

The last thought to cross her mind was how she would never have Darius as her own.