lonely heart,a story by bibijay
Chapter Three
She ran out of the hospital like the devil was on
her heels. She suddenly stopped and started
laughing like a maniac when she saw her car key
in her hand. She had forgotten that she had
driven herself to the hospital. She knew she
would soon be in an asylum if she continued on
this path. I will have to pick up my car tomorrow,
she thought. Bianca caught her reflection on the
glass doors of one of the fashion stores by the
sidewalk and stared back in shock. A stranger
stared back at her. She looked like something
the cat wouldn’t even drag in. She couldn't
believe she was the haggard woman reflected on
the glass doors. Her eyes were blood shot and
her nose looked like a rat nibbled on it all night
long. She ran her hand through her tangled hair
and continued walking. She had that familiar
feeling being watched and she gritted her teeth
in anger. For Christ sakes! Who would kidnap you
in broad day light and in the middle of a busy
road? She asked herself. She was being
paranoid. But she couldn't help looking back,
over her shoulders. There was a man on a black,
motor bike in front of the fashion store she had
caught her reflection on few seconds ago. Two
women were walking arm-in arm into the shop
while a granny was strolling by with a baby
carrier, there were people all over the place but
she couldn't say why he stood out. She shivered
and her hands trembled. She slipped out her cell
phone before she realized it.
“Bianca stop! Stop before they term you ‘crazy’”
She muttered to herself.
She walked faster and bumped into a man in her
haste to get back to the sanctuary of her
apartment.
“Miss, are you alright?’’ he asked kindly.
“Y..yes. I’m sorry” She apologized.
“Its’s alright.” He said and walked away.
She took a deep breath and looked back but the
man on the bike was gone, She could have
imagined it all and she wondered if she was
starting to hallucinate. She was so lost in
thoughts that she crossed the road before she
realized it. It happened so fast and her heart
was pounding in her ears. She was in the middle
of the road and surrounded by cars. She blinked
her eyes over and over. She had almost got
herself killed. She felt a touch on her shoulder.
She whirled around mechanically and stared into
the eyes of the biker.
“You okay?” He asked in a deep voice.
She stared into his deep blue eyes and rather
than seeing the anger she thought she would
find, it was filled with concern. He crossed his
arms over his broad chest, staring back at her.
She was certain a head full of blond hair was
underneath the helmet he wore. She was also
certain this guy was trailing her.
She took a step back while car horns blared all
around her. He got off his bike and helped her to
the side walk. Is this the guy who murdered my
husband? She thought. Why was he trailing me?
“Next time you feel like committing suicide,
please do it in your room.” He said and flashed
her a smile.
Her eyes widened in shock or fear. There was
something sinister about him and his eyes were
so dark and dangerous.
“Hey, hey, I’m only joking. You seemed so lost in
thought and this is a busy road.” He said.
“I’m sorry.” She said and felt like a small girl.
She wondered why she felt the need to apologize
and tell him that she wasn't always so careless.
“I am Sam Tucker,” he said and stretched out a
hand.
The movement caused his leather jacket to
ripple and then she saw it. Mj's locket. It was
dangling in a mass of curly dark hairs on his
hard, broad chest. Her heart dropped to her feet
and she felt the world spin around. She blinked
back the tears which was burning at the back of
her eyes. The filthy basta.rd wore Mj’s locket,
her wedding gift to him. When she was handed
his bloody clothes at the hospital she couldn’t
find the locket. She thought it had been
misplaced while he was being taken to the
morgue. This was the guy or one of the guys
who beat him to death. This was MJ’s killer and
he had been following her! Maybe he wanted her
dead too.
Sam wondered why she suddenly looked like she
had seen a ghost. Maybe a ‘Sam’ had broken her
heart before or she simply detested the name
‘Sam’. She looked so pale and frail and very
frightened. She was trying very hard not to show
her fear and he gave a little smile to ease her
up. He remembered the first time he saw her.
She was huddled up in a little corner of the
hospital, crying. She had wept so much that he
was afraid she might do serious harm to herself
but he did not want to intrude in such an
agonizing moment. So he stood back and let her
cry her heart out. Although he had never forgiven
himself for that.
After that night, he had accidently caught
glimpses of her while she went in and out of the
hospital twice. It wasn’t accidentally per se, it
was more like he had gone to the hospital with
the hope of catching glimpses of her, just to
know how she was doing. He wished he could
explain everything to her and relay her husband's
last words to her but he was a coward. He
wasn’t ready to face the cops again and neither
was he ready to see the four walls of prison
again.
"What is your name?" Sam asked, even though he
already knew it. He also knew that she was still
mourning her husband. He stretched out his
hand for a handshake, mentally daring.
“I’m Mrs. Bianca Faraday,” She said with a little
smile and took his hand in a firm handshake.
She’s got gumption, he thought. “I think I have
seen you around” He said, reluctant to let her go.
“Amos Lane?” she asked warily.
“Yes.” He was caught unaware and replied
before he realized his mistake. Damn! If he
wasn't careful she would find out the truth about
him.
She nodded. “Okay, I’ve got to go. See you
around.”
“Bianca?” He said.
“Mrs. Faraday!” She screamed, fisting her hand
by her side.
Sam grinned at her.
“I'm sorry," He said, "I am new in the
neighborhood and ……” He broke off, subtlety
wasn’t his strongest forte.’’ Mind having a cup of
coffee with me sometime?”
Her eyes widened like an overturned saucers.
She was so beautiful and he felt like wrapping
his arms around her. She looked like he had
invited her to hell.
“Yea sure.” She said, taking him by surprise.
“Good” He said, relieved. That was easier than
he thought. “I mean thanks, I look forward to it.
Mind if I drop you off? I assume you are heading
back home.”
“Thank you,” She said,” but you’ve got only one
helmet.”
Sam removed his helmet and handed it to her.
"I'm not going home now," She said and handed
the helmet back to him.
"Alright, see you later," He said with a mock
salute.
He wore the helmet and drove off. She slipped
out her phone and dailed 911.
She ran out of the hospital like the devil was on
her heels. She suddenly stopped and started
laughing like a maniac when she saw her car key
in her hand. She had forgotten that she had
driven herself to the hospital. She knew she
would soon be in an asylum if she continued on
this path. I will have to pick up my car tomorrow,
she thought. Bianca caught her reflection on the
glass doors of one of the fashion stores by the
sidewalk and stared back in shock. A stranger
stared back at her. She looked like something
the cat wouldn’t even drag in. She couldn't
believe she was the haggard woman reflected on
the glass doors. Her eyes were blood shot and
her nose looked like a rat nibbled on it all night
long. She ran her hand through her tangled hair
and continued walking. She had that familiar
feeling being watched and she gritted her teeth
in anger. For Christ sakes! Who would kidnap you
in broad day light and in the middle of a busy
road? She asked herself. She was being
paranoid. But she couldn't help looking back,
over her shoulders. There was a man on a black,
motor bike in front of the fashion store she had
caught her reflection on few seconds ago. Two
women were walking arm-in arm into the shop
while a granny was strolling by with a baby
carrier, there were people all over the place but
she couldn't say why he stood out. She shivered
and her hands trembled. She slipped out her cell
phone before she realized it.
“Bianca stop! Stop before they term you ‘crazy’”
She muttered to herself.
She walked faster and bumped into a man in her
haste to get back to the sanctuary of her
apartment.
“Miss, are you alright?’’ he asked kindly.
“Y..yes. I’m sorry” She apologized.
“Its’s alright.” He said and walked away.
She took a deep breath and looked back but the
man on the bike was gone, She could have
imagined it all and she wondered if she was
starting to hallucinate. She was so lost in
thoughts that she crossed the road before she
realized it. It happened so fast and her heart
was pounding in her ears. She was in the middle
of the road and surrounded by cars. She blinked
her eyes over and over. She had almost got
herself killed. She felt a touch on her shoulder.
She whirled around mechanically and stared into
the eyes of the biker.
“You okay?” He asked in a deep voice.
She stared into his deep blue eyes and rather
than seeing the anger she thought she would
find, it was filled with concern. He crossed his
arms over his broad chest, staring back at her.
She was certain a head full of blond hair was
underneath the helmet he wore. She was also
certain this guy was trailing her.
She took a step back while car horns blared all
around her. He got off his bike and helped her to
the side walk. Is this the guy who murdered my
husband? She thought. Why was he trailing me?
“Next time you feel like committing suicide,
please do it in your room.” He said and flashed
her a smile.
Her eyes widened in shock or fear. There was
something sinister about him and his eyes were
so dark and dangerous.
“Hey, hey, I’m only joking. You seemed so lost in
thought and this is a busy road.” He said.
“I’m sorry.” She said and felt like a small girl.
She wondered why she felt the need to apologize
and tell him that she wasn't always so careless.
“I am Sam Tucker,” he said and stretched out a
hand.
The movement caused his leather jacket to
ripple and then she saw it. Mj's locket. It was
dangling in a mass of curly dark hairs on his
hard, broad chest. Her heart dropped to her feet
and she felt the world spin around. She blinked
back the tears which was burning at the back of
her eyes. The filthy basta.rd wore Mj’s locket,
her wedding gift to him. When she was handed
his bloody clothes at the hospital she couldn’t
find the locket. She thought it had been
misplaced while he was being taken to the
morgue. This was the guy or one of the guys
who beat him to death. This was MJ’s killer and
he had been following her! Maybe he wanted her
dead too.
Sam wondered why she suddenly looked like she
had seen a ghost. Maybe a ‘Sam’ had broken her
heart before or she simply detested the name
‘Sam’. She looked so pale and frail and very
frightened. She was trying very hard not to show
her fear and he gave a little smile to ease her
up. He remembered the first time he saw her.
She was huddled up in a little corner of the
hospital, crying. She had wept so much that he
was afraid she might do serious harm to herself
but he did not want to intrude in such an
agonizing moment. So he stood back and let her
cry her heart out. Although he had never forgiven
himself for that.
After that night, he had accidently caught
glimpses of her while she went in and out of the
hospital twice. It wasn’t accidentally per se, it
was more like he had gone to the hospital with
the hope of catching glimpses of her, just to
know how she was doing. He wished he could
explain everything to her and relay her husband's
last words to her but he was a coward. He
wasn’t ready to face the cops again and neither
was he ready to see the four walls of prison
again.
"What is your name?" Sam asked, even though he
already knew it. He also knew that she was still
mourning her husband. He stretched out his
hand for a handshake, mentally daring.
“I’m Mrs. Bianca Faraday,” She said with a little
smile and took his hand in a firm handshake.
She’s got gumption, he thought. “I think I have
seen you around” He said, reluctant to let her go.
“Amos Lane?” she asked warily.
“Yes.” He was caught unaware and replied
before he realized his mistake. Damn! If he
wasn't careful she would find out the truth about
him.
She nodded. “Okay, I’ve got to go. See you
around.”
“Bianca?” He said.
“Mrs. Faraday!” She screamed, fisting her hand
by her side.
Sam grinned at her.
“I'm sorry," He said, "I am new in the
neighborhood and ……” He broke off, subtlety
wasn’t his strongest forte.’’ Mind having a cup of
coffee with me sometime?”
Her eyes widened like an overturned saucers.
She was so beautiful and he felt like wrapping
his arms around her. She looked like he had
invited her to hell.
“Yea sure.” She said, taking him by surprise.
“Good” He said, relieved. That was easier than
he thought. “I mean thanks, I look forward to it.
Mind if I drop you off? I assume you are heading
back home.”
“Thank you,” She said,” but you’ve got only one
helmet.”
Sam removed his helmet and handed it to her.
"I'm not going home now," She said and handed
the helmet back to him.
"Alright, see you later," He said with a mock
salute.
He wore the helmet and drove off. She slipped
out her phone and dailed 911.
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