My Girl

PART (1):1

"Baby what's wrong?" I called out but all he could hear are soft murmurs and blood flowed like a river on Keisha's back.

"I'm sorry," as she breathed her last.

"This person is going to pay for this," I whispered in Keisha's ear.

Enraged, I stood up and went out where the door was ajar.

It was morning as the birds chirped across the painted blue sky. I had to go shop for groceries.

The garage door opened and a flood of cars stared at me with unruly eyes.

"Let's take the Martin for a spin," I muttered to myself.

I opened the glossy door and turned on the ignition. The engine churned for a while.

"Amy, I'll be back by two," I shouted in the air.

"ENJOY YOUR JOURNEY, SIR," Amy called back.

You see, Amy was a home system who apparently took care of me since I did not have a wife at the moment. She can do pretty much anything I tell her to.

The shop door opened and I slid in. I looked everywhere and saw couples everywhere which actually made my stomach rumble because I had nothing.

I muttered under my breath why I didn't have a girl of my own.

"I mean look at me, I am handsome right?" I muttered under my breath.

Suddenly, I bumped into another cart, unaware.

"Sorry," I told her as I bent down to get her can of beans.

"No, it's okay," she said as she pulled her flawless ginger hair backwards. I was spellbound as I saw her bend down to get her can. I looked into her eyes and that is when I felt a tingling sensation down my spine. Her soft brown eyes stared at me bringing comfort to this awkward position we were in.

"Um, my name is Andrew," I blurted out.

She looked at me and smiled.

"My name is Keisha," she said as she moved away from the scene.

"Hey, do you want to hang out sometime?"

"Sure," she said as she handed me her number, "pick me up at eight." She disappeared into the world.

Meanwhile, I was still on the till.

"That will be $201," the wiry man with the microscopic spectacles muttered to me.

I gave him the card and entered the pin and a receipt flowed out of the machine.

"Thank you," I said.

I was out when I noticed Keisha waiting for a tram.

I raced to her feet.

"Do you want a ride?" I asked her.

She got in and that is when her perfume whiffed the whole car. I couldn't concentrate on the wheel anymore but I managed.

"What do you do for a living?" I blurted out.

"I'm an artist," she said shyly.

"Oh, that is fantastic," I said, "Maybe you could perhaps draw me one day." I laughed

She laughed too.

"I'm a designer for clothes," she calmly talked, "not the artist you are thinking of," as she laughed.

"Oh," I said as I felt embarrassed.

"What do you do for a living?" she finally asked me.

"I'm a neurosurgeon," I said.

"Wow, I bet you have a beautiful lifestyle," she said

"Well, not really," I said.

"Why not?" she asked troubled.

"Um, I don't have a girlfriend or wife," I said as I laughed like a madman.

"Not until I met you," I muttered to her.

That is when I saw her pupils dilate and the warm fuzzy feeling descended upon me. She broke the connection and faced where we were going.

"My house is over there," she said softer this time.

I landed the car in front of her black steel gate.

"See you at eight," she got out and modeled as she opened her gate.

She glanced for the last time and disappeared behind the gate.

I smiled sheepishly and drove back home. The garage door opened and the wheels screeched to a halt on the position where the Aston Martin lay.

"HOW WAS YOUR DAY, SIR?" Amy called out as the lights automatically switched on.

"It was okay Amy," I said as I removed my jacket.

"YOU GOT A PHONE CALL FROM THE HOSPITAL," Amy said.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed and the projector switched on.

"We need your help Andrew," my partner said, "this patient is dying."

"On my way," I took my car keys.

I pulled out the S-class and got to the hospital. Patients were crying and babies were crying too. The machines beeped everywhere.

"Good, you are here," Tony called out as he wore his over sized lab coat.

"The patient is at ward 802," he said.

I wore my gear and went in.

"Scissors!" I yelled as I operated the dying man.

He had a small tumor on the right side of his brain and it was close to his cranium.

"Thanks doc," Tony called out as I evacuated out of the operating room.

"Anytime," I called back as I ran to my car.

I had a date to attend to. I got back home and bathed. After that, I pulled out the immaculate Velar. I was on my way for an amazing movie night with Keisha.