BE MY LOSTIE

EPISODE FOUR

If it was the question of my heart, she had got my heart. If it was a question of my happiness, she took it away, and if it were to be a question of love... Love was wicked and heartless. Love took my happiness away and left me longing for affection.

"Now same love has made me hopeless. If I had not followed mum's instruction of letting my emotions free, I wouldn't have been this broken...my thoughts kept running wild, my head still lowered.

I promised her not to cry, and I kept my promise. I also promised her to not keep sadness as my companion, and that's what I would deal with. The last promise I made to her was to find love again. Which was what made it all hard, difficult and regretful.

"why did I even accept that condition from her?"
" I would have stood my ground and not promise her, I would have told her I would wait for her"

" I had accepted to find love again... the love that would make and keep me happy. The love that would last". Now I have to keep to my promises.

Could I ever love someone as much as I loved my "lostie"?, would I ever be able to fulfill the promise I made to her?.

My thoughts kept running wild as my head still lowered staring at my foot like a looser. A defeated wrestler.
My circling thoughts kept on that I almost forgot Mrs. Williams was approaching and she had gotten close.

"Oohh Kevin... Kevin...".  She called as she got near enough and placed her hands by my left shoulder.

"Awww... Look at how sad u are"...she said in a stretchy tone, her intonation ringing like that of a literature teacher.
Tilting her head aiming to see my deflected eyes. Her hands left my shoulder and now to my jaw, lifting my fallen head up.

"come on you don't have to feel so bad son, thought you've always loved my daughter?, I expected that you'd feel very happy for her endeavor huh?"...she said with a smirk.

I gazed at her, my face releasing the crease it had formed.

"Okay now listen, I have always appreciated your friendship with Ivaz which was because you've overtime made her happy and I appreciate that, more reason I never had any issues with you two little love birds"... She signalled Bishop to come closer as she went on.

"But now, don't you think you should probably be thinking about what better things to do and engage your life with something more interesting, than wimping your life out over a liltle girl who has obviously moved on?... Huh?

...Goodness me boy!... You're now a graduate for heaven's sake , so act like one!... She said, letting out a contemptuous smile... if it would be any consulation, you gat a deep kiss outta it"... She ended with a devious wink loaded with a smirk.

"Take him back to his place"...she ordered Bishop, her mischievous smile halted instantly as she formed a cat-walk towards the entrance stance.

" yes Ma'am"...Bishop responded.

I was mute and dumbfounded.
Mixed feelings of sadness, embarrassments and confusion erupted within.

In as much I disliked Mrs. Williams' manner of speech, I knew she was right at some point, and she was indirectly and pretentiously telling me to back off from Ivaz.

Mr. Bishop got close to my position. we both gazed towards Mrs. Williams' run way step as she went into the entrance

"You know she was absolutely right...aye?"... Mr Bishop asked

I stood still without altering a word. It was like I had been ripped off of my cognition.
I knew that feeling you get when u thought things couldn't get any worst, yet it did. That feelings of absolute disappointment rumbled within me.

Ivaz Williams stole my heart,  and left with it. Yet her mother comes along and shattered it.

Though she loved me, yet she pained my heart. And now there was Mrs. Williams stamping and crushing the broken pieces.
I felt a twitch of anger bubble inside me.

I wasn't going to let the freaking heart-snatching Willams family break me. I ignored Mr. Bishop who had been gesturing me into the car.

"Thank God I never leave my wallet behind while going out"... I thought.

I could easily forget to wear clothes than to forget my wallet. Therefore I don't need their car service.

   I hailed down a taxi and told him the direction to my house. Mr Bishop stood and stared as I gaited like a stubborn horse. I took a last look at him. He kept staring at me.

"take it easy son... Remember Godz not dead yet"...he said with emphasis on the last sentence.
 
I was heading home. At least, where I call home. where I own, where I wouldn't be rejected. I was angry. Filled with rage. A rage that could propel a donkey to kill a lion.

I was heading home to forget the Williams family. To forget Ivaz. Besides I had promised her I would and I would no matter how hard it hurts me. I was going home to begin a new life. A soloist life. She had found and made her part, it was my turn to do so too. To make my own part.

"Love has no meaning. Love has failed me on the first trial, just my very first trial. I never should have listened to mum. I never should have taken that challenge on that weird Wednesday"... All this thoughts rumbled within me that I almost zoomed past my residence.

The irking sight I beheld at the entrance of my gate made me beckon on the driver to halt the car, which he did.
The sudden stamp on the break of his car almost got me jumping out from the car windscreen. Out of anger and mixed curiosity I pulled the car door open as i neared the scene.

... To be continued.... Episode 5 loading.