Lydia's heart - Episode 3

 

Let’s meet our hit and run love, lol………..

Vicky stood up from the bed where he sat thinking all day. When nothing tangible came to his mind, he walked through the slightly open door out of the room down the empty corridor.

He called out on the suppose guards guarding him and as usual silence stared him to his face. He scratched his hair in frustration, turned back to the only small window in the corridor guarded with a strong protector . He paced for a while and had no other option than to eat the little breakfast of watery tea and two slices of bread.

He settled down on the small chair, sighed at his inability to save himself and downed the whole tea and bread at once; he felt like a weak vegetable. Talking about saving himself, he laughed at his little thoughts. The only thing he can boost of knowing about his little self was the name which the guards call him whenever they serve him his measly food.

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. He couldn’t say for sure if that was his name but that is the only memory his brain can offer him.

With no electricity or phone to help him out, he pushed the tea cup aside and lay on the bed

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. He intended sleeping since that is the only thing he is allowed to do without a guard, even to go ease himself someone must be there. He eased himself on the soft bed that have been his only true company and stared at the ceiling.
He tried focusing on one point to help him remember something that can point somewhere. He felt a sharp pain run through his head; he held his head to allow the pain subside. He gave up trying, it has been of no use for three months except his dependant on the drug offered to him.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds to rest and the hands of nature grabbed him instantly.

Vicky opened the message and read “please come quick I have something to tell you and I have really missed you; come quick or you miss it”
He smiled and replied sharply, wore his favorite combination of red top and black trousers coupled with a red sneaker. He smiled at his image at the mirror, satisfied with his look; he whistled happily to his small camry car “it’s sweet to be in love” he muttered and drove off in a very high spirit

*** He struggled so hard to see the name of the sender but a sharp rap on the door brought him back to reality.

He looked at his sweat drenched shirt but none of that bothered him as he tried to remember what actually happened in the dream.

“was he actually the man in the dream, if so he seems so happy; why then is e in this lonely place”

The knock came again but this time the visitor opened the door from outside with the spare key.

The visitor stared hard at him but he did not flinch, he is already used to the cold stare more of hostility.

The visitor beckoned on someone outside that came in with a new set of cloths and toiletries.

“Stay with him while he baths and changes his cloth; bring back the old one and be fast about it”

He gave Vicky another long stare before shutting the door. Vicky sighed “at least he has the privilege of getting a decent bath”

The young man produced a key from his pocket and opened the door leading to the bathroom; he hands over the toiletries to Vicky and shut the door back for him to carry out his business.

After some minutes, Vicky gave a slight knock on the door to indicate that he has finished his business and the door clicked open.

He gave a wry smile to the yound man and hands over the old clothes. He collected them without saying anything, locked the bathroom and made to exit

“excuse me please” Vicky say in a small voice. Saying that makes him feel strange as if I was the first time he was using the word please

The young man turned waiting expectantly for him to talk

“are you my new attendant”

He nods

He hesitated “please what is my real name” he asks oblivious of the damp feeling in his stomach. It is very funny and silly asking a stranger your name.

The young man looked him up and down as if sizing him up, at last he decides to talk “I don’t know either but I heard them refer to you as Vicky”

Vicky nods “Oh, so I am really Vicky”

The sick feeling of being a vegetable sent wave through his body; he made to talk but a beep sound interrupted him “madam is around, do quick and report” and the beep sound goes off

“Finally I have to meet the madam”

He turned to the guy, “who is the madam”

The young man gave him a long sharp look “I don’t know her either, this is my first meeting of ever meeting her” he leaned closer “but I heard she is a young woman” he finished quickly and hurried out of the room and locked it immediately.

Vicky sighed, he wished he forgot to lock the door; at least he could get to meet this almighty madam.

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Phew….. Seems our lover is helpless too
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