SAVING THE DEVILISHLY HANDSOME DOCTOR

CHAPTER 10

I had never had such beautiful and peaceful sleep before. I groaned, stretching my arms with a wide smile on my face only to turn around and bury myself in the pillow again. My body felt like it was in heaven, the bed swallowing me whole. I groaned again, chasing the dream that was running from my grasp. It was the best dream ever with John all over it, taking my body into his and doing things I could only dream of. My cheeks burned up, me giggling with my eyes not willing to open up. 

I lay there, chasing away time and just lazing around until my eyes felt like they could not stay closed anymore. I peeled them open, sighing and stretching my hand to my side table to pat for my phone and I found it, brought it to my face not even sure I wanted to see what time it was. The phone lit up, a gasp tearing from me. Never had I slept through a day, what would my mother say? I shook my head, seeing that it was just going for five and I had to pee. I shifted, sitting up with my eyes taking in the wall. 

Wait, when did I get grey walls? My head snapped, talking the whole room with my heart beating so fast, my hands suddenly quivering. 

I jumped off the bed, seeing that I was still fully clothed, my clothes all wrinkled as if I had been spit by a cow after it chewing me up for hours. I turned around, my hand going through my short hair. I could see the make up on the pillow having me curse. 

Was I in his house? 

Was I in his house? 

I was in his house wasn’t I?!

Freaking out with each time I asked that question. 

Oohh lord, I was in his house.

My mind was freaking out, screaming so loud in my head I could not help but laugh and fall back on the bed. I could not believe this, my eyes running all around to see that it was not his room but who cared, I was in his house. My feet were quick, walking to the bathroom, taking a piss, washing my mouth with water for there was nothing else in the room. I sighed, there being no way to take a shower for there was justnothing in that bathroom. 

I would have to face him looking like I had just crawled from a sewer, yeah, I know, I was over exaggerating but I could not help but be nervous which was why I found myself pacing the floor for twenty minutes, losing my mind with my wits gone. What would I even say, I missed seeing him. How was he? Had he woken up already? 

So many questions went through my head, biting my lip only to shake my head and walk to yank the door open. I could not lock myself forever, I had to go to my house yet I wished I could spend all my days with him. I shook my head, an ache filling my chest for I knew that the moment I walked out of that door I would never see him again. I could not, he was too good for me, he deserved to be with people who were smarter, more beautiful and earning six figures per month. He seriously deserved better. 

I took careful steps, my head going in first, checking the area before my body stepping in the room. I closed the door and walked even further looking through the short passage to walk out in the living room which was empty. I looked around, seeing the open kitchen with it empty too. 

Was he still asleep, not knowing what to do with myself? I walked further into the kitchen, not sure what I would do there. I was hungry but I would not start cooking in his kitchen, imagine how creepy that would be. I probably should be taking my leave but then my clothes were in his room, sure I could not walk out with the traditional wear I was wearing for it looked like something I pulled straight from the dryer with how wrinkled it was. 

I pulled a chair, sitting down and sighing as I took in the gorgeous kitchen with its updated appliances and suddenly I could see myself standing behind the counter cooking with his arms coming around my waist, pulling me around. I shook my head, blushing and trying to chase the dangerous thoughts from my mind but it was too late, they were already planted there, seeing myself dance with him all around the house, smiling and laughing at his jokes with us falling deeper and deeper in love with each other. I dreamed of a time where I would call it our house, a house we would start our life together in. It was all so beautiful yet it could never happen, not in this lifetime. I swallowed the tough pill with my head looking away only to stop, my eyes falling on a paper on the marble counter top. My hand stretched, taking it to realise it was addressed to me having my heart skip so many beats, already writing love letters to each other.  

Hi Mbali, 

Sorry, I got called to work. I am so sorry to leave you alone in the house. Thank you for last night. I will call you when I can. 

Please lock and take the key, I will use the spare. 

John.

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, reading his words over and over again feeling the sadness fall on me. My heart broke, really was looking forward to seeing him. Had he even got any sleep? When did he leave? I felt so bad, he just always on call. 

There was nothing left for me than to leave, to walk away and never look back. Then why did it feel so painful as I went to his room, pulling on the clothes I came to his house wearing. Why was it so hard just walking away. I packed all my things in a paper bag before calling a cab and waiting there for it to arrive. My eyes took in the house I would never see again, took in the house I wished I could furnish for him, turning it into a place he could call home. 

My phone buzzed with my cab having arrived. I sighed, standing up really looking forward to taking a bath and getting some more sleep. I made sure the small kitchen window was open at the top then walked out to lock the door, throwing the key in through the small window opening and making my way out never to look back. My heart was breaking as if I had not known the guy for a day or two yet it felt like a part of me was breaking. I was being dramatic, I knew but hell, I really liked him. 

The cab stood just out of the gate, slipping in and saying my address. 

The driver nod his head, turning the car around and making his way back to town, past it then to my school. Everything seemed dull to me as if I had suddenly lost colour. Urgh, why was I being such a sour person? Feeling like death itself. I was sad, so sad I could shed a tear or two. 

I paid the driver then stepped out to walk to my house which I was not looking forward to being in for it reminded me how lonely I was. Lord, I wanted a man in my life, a person I could spend my weekends with, someone I could hold and sleep on his chest. It had been years since I had dated, a dry season I swear. 

Setsabile was sitting on her couch watching some reality show with the volume high, surely having a blast. I walked past the living room with her just sparing me a glance and looking away as if I was scum but it did not bother me anymore. 

I got to my room, quickly taking off my clothes and walking to the shower. I stood there, the water running down my body thinking of nothing but him. As much as I tried he seemed to be branded into my thoughts for everything I did it had me think of him. I thought of his touch, his voice, his smell leaving my legs weak to no end. Was it love or was it infatuation? I did not know but it was not good at all. 

The tap was closed. Drying my skin and stepping out. I cleaned the bathroom up to walk back to the room to apply some lotion then wore my silky night dress. My stomach was killing me at that point, going to make a sandwich to eat then washing my dishes in the bathroom for the sink was still full to the point where we would have roaches in the house. My head was already pounding and seeing the dishes there was just too much for me so I took them all out of the sink, filled itwith water and began washing them. I knew it would start some drama but I just couldn’t. The stains on the dishes were dry and hard to remove for they bad been there for weeks. The kitchen really stank with the air carrying the smell all over the house. I shook my head, rinsing them then drying and packing them up in her cardboard for I knew if I left them there she would not pack them. I cleaned the whole kitchen next,leaving it spotless with it feeling like I could finally breatheagain and I could not wait to hear what she would say. 

I was really tired, my whole body sore especially my feet for I had been acting like Beyoncé standing on my heels through the whole night. I made my way to my room, quicklygrabbing my books and preparing for the lesson I would have the next day, making my lesson plans which I did in two hours leaving me nothing to do than to sleep yet my heart was sore and I kept turning again and again. When I closed my eyes I saw those green eyes, when I turned around I wished I was turning around to stare at him, to run my fingers through his hair and down his face. 

I groaned, opening my eyes and staring at the ceiling. Was he home yet? Was he getting sleep? 

Why did I even care? 

I turned around and began playing the fake sleep game again, twisting and turning until finally in the wee hours of morning I fell into a deep slumber only to awaken to doors slamming over and over again letting it be known that someone was mad, really mad. I could not help but laugh, she was like a kid. I walked to take a shower then got ready for work. My phone and books were in hand walking to the staff room to place my things then went to assembly where the students were saying the morning prayer before ushering to class. My class was just on the two first periods then I was free for the rest of the day which seemed like torture really. I rolled my eyes, walking into class and having the best time ever. I loved teaching, just contributing a little something to our future leaders. I liked to think I was stirring them in some way towards a brighter future. I made sure to inspire them each and every day, tell them how amazing it was just having your degree and knowing you tried your best. 

Time flew by so fast, walking out of the class and there was Amanda like clockwork. 

“Mbali, have you heard?” She said, her voice filled with excitement having me nearly sigh. Why did the lord hate me so much? Amanda seemed to always have something to say about other people, it’s as if she stood outside everyone’s house all day watching their lives. 

“The principal go an eighteen year old pregnant.” She said, my eyes shooting wide open, turning to see if anyone heard her. Lord, I still wanted to work in this school for crying out lord. I swallowed, walking from her. 

“Amanda, can we please not talk about this.” I tried but she was way too deep, talking about how the man was nearly sixty and that his wife chucked him out of the house. I shook my head, where was she getting all this information. I felt pale, trying to walk fast from her but she was not letting me get away, right at my heel and the worst part was that she also had free periods for the rest of the morning which was not good for me so I spent the whole morning listening to her tell all the stories she had collected all weekend sure to have so manypeople hate me. All her news were unbelievable yet I am sure they were true but maybe tweaked here and there for that was her speciality. 

I was saved by the bell, it being lunch time and I could finally get away from her. I took my things, telling her I was going to get some food in me before walking away before the devil came and dragged me to hell. My phone suddenly rang as I walked up to my house. I pulled it out thinking it was Snowy for we had been texting all morning on how my night went and I am sure she was waiting for the right time to call so she could scream my ear off and cheer me from the sadness I was feeling. I felt like I was drowning in sorrow, truly going through a break up. I shook my head, chuckling at my craziness. 

The phone was pulled to view, staring at the screen only for my body to come to a standstill. I felt like I would die, standing there suddenly not able to draw in breath while all my heart needed was oxygen to pump to my blood. My hand shook, staring at his name with the pain shooting through as I stared at the phone ring, not picking up. I could not pick up, it was better to end whatever we were having at that point than down the road where I was deeply in love with him getting not only my heart broken but my soul.

Not picking up that call was the hardest thing I had ever done, each ring tearing me apart until there was just nothing but silence only for my phone to begin ringing again. It was the worst torture I had endured, seeing him standing in his scrubs with the phone in ear looking so good with him getting frustrated with each ring but I could not. I had to protect myself, I considered myself to be smart and I could see danger a mile away. 

With a bleeding heart I put the phone on silence then continued walking feeling it vibrate in my hand until it wasn’t. 

Getting to the house I realised I had lost my appetite, throwing myself on the bed wanting to cry yet there were no tears slipping out for I was being stupid. I groaned, hitting my pillow over and over again until I got tired. I could not even call Snowy at that point for if John tried to call he would see that I actually did have access to my phone and was just not talking to him. 

I wondered how far he would go to contact me, how many more time he would call before giving up and forgetting about me. It was so painful yet I knew he would find someone else to accompany him to the next event. He was so handsome, he would not even struggle. I was sure a lot of girls would die to just be standing in front of him none the less being in his arms. I could still feel his arm on my back, around my waist. I could still feel all that his voice did to my body, like a domino effect, just erupting into a chain reaction leaving me trapped by him. 

My body rolled on bed, taking my phone seeing that it was just ten minutes to two and I had three missed calls from him. A part of me was telling me to call him back, just to hear his voice, just to hear what he wanted to say for what if he wanted my help. I shook my head, trying to clear it yet it did not work. I picked up my laptop and charger walking out of the house to the study. There was no one there, all teachers in class. I opened my laptop, finding something to watch yet it seemed it was watching me for my mind was stolen by a sexy doctor I could never have. 

The day passed by dreadfully slowly with two more missed calls from John seven hours later. He was really making it hard to stay away from him yet my mind had a strong grip over my heart, watching the phone ring so heartlessly. I felt like the most evil person ever, thinking of just making it easy on both of us and blocking his number but I could not do such to him. I fell on bed, calling Snowy and crying out to her before falling asleep with a broken heart. 

Tuesday passed with more and more missed calls from him,tearing me apart. I busied myself with work, doing more than normal just to forget about him and luckily for me, my Wednesday was packed so I would get enough destruction.

I woke up early, got ready for class and then went there to teach my lovely students. I got in class, seeing them happy to see me. I hopped on the desk, deciding to talk about what they wanted to do when after writing their final exams. My form fives would be writing soon and I would never see them again. Most of them wanted to go abroad, apply to the best universities out there and I could see it happening for their grades had really picked up in the year. They were really great, making sure to encourage them and tell them that boarders meant nothing at this time and age. They could go wherever they wanted to and be whatever they wished to be. The sky was the limit, just wishing all the best for them. I made it a point to search all the scholarship opportunities and bring it all in class the next day. 

After that class I went to another then another followed by lunch. 

Besides my children nothing brought me joy really and I was exhausted for sleep was not my fried recently, really kicking my ass. 

My book was clutched to my chest with my phone on my right hand making my way to my house. I could hear Setsabile talking behind, walking with Amanda and I just knew they were talking about me. After washing her dishes she just turned into my worst nightmare. She went over and above to make my life a living hell, finishing all the hot water with her two hour showers, leaving her clothes in the passage and overusing her dishes to stack them in the sink, trying to fill it up. I was just tired, I did not care anymore. 

I sighed, my eyes staring at my feet, just wanting to drop on my bed after eating my sandwich and getting some rest for Ihad two more classes then I had to supervise study time before retiring. 

My eyes drifted on the ground to fall on something red and shiny. My heart picked up in my chest, stopping where I was with my eyes picking up and f**k his eyes were on me. I could not help the shock, sure my skin was pale as if I would collapse. He just stood there, leaning on his car with his arms crossed on his hard chest with his body covered in black scrubs and lord, I had forgotten how handsome he was, my imagination holding nothing to what I was seeing. 

I wanted to cry, so relieved to see him yet so scared too. What would he say, I thought I would never see him again. Why was he here? Why was he making this hard? 

I wanted to cry out, my heart skipping so many beats as I stared at the man of my dreams just standing before me yet my phone suddenly rang, thankful for the distraction, anything that could pull me away from him, from what was about to happen. I quickly pulled my phone, staring at the screen to frown then looked up to find him holding onto his phone. 

“So your phone does work?” His voice came and I felt all the blood drain away. I bit my lip, caught red handed with my guilty face on play wishing the ground could just open up and swallow me. I did not even know where to begin, biting my lip and tearing my eyes from him. 

“I am sorry.” I said, my voice so low I was not even sure he heard it. 

“What are you sorry for?” He asked, hearing his voice getcloser and closer which meant he was walking towards me and I thought I would faint. His kicks fell into my line of sight, my heart beating so hard I was sure he could see and hear it from a mile away. I felt so frustrated, his finger slipping underneath my chin and bringing my face p with my eyes snapping to his and knocking the very breath out of me leaving me desperate. Why was he here? Why? I fell into his spell, wishing I could just touch him with my chin left burning where his finger had been. 

“Did I do something?” He suddenly asked, his voice deep and husky just throwing me to heaven with my eyes closing to take it, feeling it wash over me for I had not realized how much I had missed it. 

“No.” My voice was something I could not recognize, my eyes peeling open to have my breath knocked out again, for each time I laid my eyes on him it felt like I was seeing him for the first time. He totally invaded my private space, my nose getting a taste of my personal cocaine, him, leaving me high and seeing stars. 

“Then why are my calls getting ignored?” He asked, his head angling to get a better view of my face, I closed my eyes to open them, took a deep breath to let it out again. I did not know what to say, feeling cornered for I had no answer for it, that was a question I could not answer. I just bit my lip and looked away to the side as if I found the tree on the side more interesting. My heart was swelling and tearing apart at the same time wishing I could hug him and see how it felt to be squeezed in his arms, to be engulfed by him. 

I could feel his eyes on me, could feel them stare deep at me as if he was seeing through all my walls. I bit my lip, wanting to cry really. 

“Okay, I am sorry if I caused you any trouble. I am sorry if I did something wrong. I just wanted to thank you for what you did for me. There is nothing really I could do that would be enough yet I could only try.” He said, moving away with my eyes following him as he opened the backseat door to pull out the largest bouquet of flowers I had ever seen, having me turn red, turning away not even sure what I would say. I took a deep breath, not even sure why I was crying. My hands covered my face, glad the tears did not fall for imagine how pathetic I would look. He pulled the largest box of chocolatesand something else before closing the door and walking back to me. I wanted to run, looked back calculating my chances of running and never looking back. How could I accept all that from him? My hands were shaking, him walking closer. 

“I got you these, I hope you like them.” He said and could not even talk, just staring at them dazed then stared back to him in shock. There was no way I could take them, how could I? 

Man, my body frozen there with not even my lips able to move. He held them out and I just stood there like an imbecile, my mind screaming yet my body not responding for a while with an awkward moment passing before my arms decided to work and accept the flowers followed by the chocolates and the thin yet long velvet box.

“Thank you.” I said, my voice like a child really. I knew I would cry later, thinking over the moment filled with such shame. 

He nod his head, taking on last look at me then turning. 

“I will see you around.” He said then walked around to open the car door, slip in and shut it closed. I stood there as the car came to life to reverse and soon I was staring at nothing but thin air with the tears filling my eyes. Why was I ruining my life? My heart broke for I knew he would never call again, I knew I would never see him again, my world crushing all around me. Why? Why! Why would I do that? I wanted to run after him, run after his car yet he was long gone, my head snapping as the footsteps approached me with the two ladies suddenly walking past me sure they had stood there watching everything unfold. I stood there, hearing them talk in hashedvoices until they disappeared before taking my steps into the house to rush to my room where I locked the door and fell on the bed to weep my heart out. All he brought was placed to the side, just crying my heart out until I could not cry anymore, hiccupping with my body just lying there. I had chased him away, I had ignored him and now he was gone.