Tony barely said a word while we waited for Eric.
I did most of the talking.
"Why Tony?, What's going on? What do you think you are doing? Are you okay? So much for having a crush on me. Tony, it's me Samantha, are you even listening?" I ask with no break or pause, just tears.
"Arrrrrrrrrrhgghhghhhhh, bitch I know it's you shut up! I've got a better idea. I'd shut you up" he says as he walks towards me with duct tape.
My eyes widen. I struggle but I keep forgetting that I'm minute compared to him.
On goes the duct tape.
"Your husband is taking way too long to get here, I might just get this over with and we'll all be happy." He smiles.
"I hear you're pregnant, congratulations. How does that feel?" He mocks
"Oh shit that's right you can't talk. It's sad, it really is." He chuckles.
He grabs a chair and watches me cry and become scarlet red.
"Oh cmon, Sammy, you are stronger than this. Isn't that what you always say?" He laughs.
"Where's all that now?" He questions.
I feel useless. My tears play on my skin like they've been let out from some cage.
Where are you, Eric?
YOU ARE READING
My Heart Beats For You
General FictionAs a young girl I prayed for a man to love and be loved by A man who'd crave for me Eric never seemed to come to mind. I never actually pictured myself with him actually. But I guess in love only time tells.
