HIS DARK SIDE

HIS DARK SIDE
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His smile widened and became even more aversive. It was not an expression of pleasure but a cold and calculated gloat. The afternoon was blisteringly hot but with his eyes on me, I hesitantly broke into a cold sweat. His eyes were as sharp as a needle, precise and direct. I stood there, unbalanced, the ground shaking under my feet. I could not fathom the reason for that expression. My heart was racing. My hands were shaking. I was really terrified.

Slowly, I started going backwards. Each step heavy and under the threat of fear. My soul almost ripping off my body. My hands trembling under the fearful pressure. I was ready to shout. I was ready to scream but could not find my voice. The look on his face was dreadful. The kind of look ready to devour any petrified prey. I was the prey. The helpless prey. I began to pray silently. I did not know what to pray for exactly but I was uttering some words. Slow but powerful words. I looked up, he was not too far from me.

Now, he came closer. I could hear the sound of his breathing. I closed my eyes. Anything could happen now. This might be my last day to see the light of the day. I was warned of this. Of his sickness. Of his often change of attitude that makes him look harmful. But, I was bent on staying with him. Making him feel loved, cherished and wanted. He came closer. Really closer. There was no space between us. Is this how I will die? I asked myself. Tears clouding up. He raised his hand to my neck. Slowly. taking his time to scare me more. Just then...

©Esimoleze, Chimdindu
2019