lonely heart,a story by bibijay

Chapter Five
Bianca had no idea what she hoped to achieve in
life but if there was one thing she was certain of
it was putting Sam Tucker behind bars for the
rest of his miserable life and that is if she did
not kill him before the cops got to him. He might
have the charm, the rogue persona, the abs and
the physique to trap gullible women but not her.
She had also noticed how good he looked. Curly
blonde hair, finely sculpted face and lips which
begged to be kissed. But he wasn't her type and
he would never be. Mj was tall, with a broad
chest and black hair. Mj was a man who Sam
couldn't hold a candle to. He was a hard worker
and an honest man. As for Sam, she knew he
was a low life and a criminal. Yet, she had
extended an invitation to him.
She wanted him to see what he had done to her.
She wanted him to see Martha Faraday, a
woman who had been so full of life six months
ago and reduced to a vegetable within the blink
of an eye. She wanted Sam to see how much
damage he had done to them by snatching MJ
away from them. He had killed Mj, destroyed
their dreams and shattered the life of his poor
mother and the cops expected her to sit by and
do nothing?
She checked herself in the mirror for one last
time, satisfied with what she saw, she picked up
her purse and walked into the kitchen where the
jar of cookies she had made for Mrs. Faraday
was. She placed it in the big basket holding their
dinner of roasted turkey, pumpkin pie-Mrs.
faraday’s favorite and some apple pies. She
included some disposal plates, cups and cutlery.
A knock sounded on her door and she glanced
her wrist watch. 5.00pm. I must take note of
everything about him, she decided as she
answered the door. She had worn a knee length
skirt with a white blouse and a black jacket. She
also wore a light make up and perfume. One part
of her mind told her that she was trying to look
good for him. But she knew it was a lie. It was
thanksgiving day and she wanted to look good
for herself.
“Wow, you look good.” He complimented her
He wore a black slack and a blue shirt. Blue
looked very good on him and Bianca found
herself looking at him much longer than she
intended. She must remember that she was on a
mission to bring him down.
“Thanks. You’re not bad yourself.” She said,
casually. She wondered if he was the type to let
his tongue loose if he had too much to drink.
She smiled as an idea took root in her mind.
“A penny for your thought,” He said, flashing her
a smile.
“I’m sorry” The words rolled off her tongue
before she could stop them.
“Shall we?” He asked.
"Yes," She said and went in for the basket.
“ Let me hold that for you.” He said, pointing to
the dinner basket.
What if he tried to assault me on the way? The
thought suddenly popped into her head and she
patted the gun laying in her purse.
“Thank you” She said and handed it to him.
She followed him outside and searched for his
bike.” Where is your bike?”
“That’s my second baby.” He said and pointed to
a van. “I thought it would be better if we use it
tonight.”
“Umm… that is very thoughtful of you.”She said.
He opened the door for her, waited for her to sit
down before closing the door. She gave him
directions to the old people's home and they
drove in silence until she became uncomfortable
with the silence. It was time to put the first
phase of her plan into action; find out all she
could about him and get him to trust her.
“What do you do for a living?” She asked.
“I have told you before. This and that.” He
replied.
“Specifically what?” She asked.
“What do you do for a living?” He asked.
“I write” She said, between clenched teeth.
“Stories?” He asked.
“Songs and I also teach music” She said.
“I’d like hear one of your songs.” He said.
“I don’t sing. I only write.” She replied.
“I’d like to see one of your songs then.” He said.
“I no longer write songs,” She replied.
“Why if I may ask” He asked.
“It’s personal.” She replied.
“How about you tell me why and I also tell you
something personal about myself?” He said.
She mulled it over and decided that it sounded
good. He was reluctant to talk about himself and
that goes to show he really had a secret.
” Okay,” she said,” I no longer write songs
because it just stopped coming to me.”
He looked at her and said, ” Don’t force it, give it
time and maybe you need to make some peace
with your conscience. I presume you feel guilty
over something or maybe it’s just a phase which
will soon go away.” He reached for her hand and
gave it squeeze and she felt an electric bolt run
through her.
“Your turn.” She said with a tremor in her voice.
“Oh. I am allergic to chocolates.” He said.
“What?” She screamed in anger, “How is that
personal or a secret?”
“Nobody knows that about me except for you.”
He replied with a grin.
******
“ Thanks for tonight” Bianca said and meant it.
He had been so charming and sweet towards
Mrs. Faraday. He laughed at her dry jokes and
equally told some dry ones which made her gave
out pearls of laughter. It was the first time in six
months that she heard the old woman laugh and
she seemed almost like her old self. Her nurses
kept blushing and they nearly laid themselves at
Sam's feet, making themselves his for the
taking.
" You’re welcome” he said."Thank you for inviting
me. I had so much fun,"
"Me too," She said and quickly clamped her hand
over her mouth.
He let out a laughter which made her laugh. She
couldn't stop laughing and suddenly she became
quiet. She was acting so unlike herself.
An awkward silence ensued as they both stood
on the threshold of her apartment, staring at
each other, His blue eyes blazed in the darkness
and she could see a certain dark flames in them.
He wanted her. The realization jolted her and at
the same time sent butterflies to the pit of her
stomach. Her stupid heart lept and started
flipping back and forth and she felt like giving
herself a slap! She was on a mission and a
woman on a mission shouldn’t be feeling this
way.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked, gently pulling her into
his strong arms.
MJ. Mj had also asked her the same question on
their second date and she had said yes. They
had driven to a lake side which he said was his
special spot and they made out in the open, with
the sky as their blanket and now his murderer
was also asking the same question. She didn’t
realize that a tear had slipped down her cheek
until she felt the tip of his finger brush it away.
Sam took her silence as a yes and planted his
lips softly on hers. His tongue traced the
contours of her lips, nibbling on it. His tongue
sought out hers and he kissed her passionately.
She made a small sound in her throat as she
braced her arms on his chest. He broke the kiss
and then she came back to her senses. She
whirled around, unlocked her door and fled into
her apartment.