I Trust You.

“You know why I’ve been single all these years, it’s not because guys were unavailable or uninterested. it’s majorly due to the t-factor. I find it hard to trust the guys around me nowadays. With their sweet words and smooth flow, a 'sisteh' can almost get carried away. I just need someone I can trust wholly and completely let my guard down with.”





He managed to look downcast as he stared longingly at her. “But Debbs, I love you and I would forever be grateful for an opportunity to prove myself worthy of your love and trust. I know you’ve been through a lot and your kind heart is frozen in distrust. I am not one to brag but I’m sure you know I’m not your average guy” he pleaded semi-desperately.

Debra looked closely at him, there was something a bit sinister about him, something she couldn’t quite place, and it wasn’t in the dazzlingly handsome face or the solid physique he possessed. It was something in the eyes, they were steely, calculating, emotionless; a confusing contrast to the emotion-laden words spilling out of his mustachioed mouth. She wondered why he had so much facial hair, when they began to date, she would make him shave it all off. Yes, that was probably it; the hair was the cause of her unease.

She shook herself mentally and smiled shyly at him. “Alright, alright, sheesh! You’re quite persistent aren’t you? Well, okay, fine, I accept. I just hope I won’t regret It.” she shrugged happily.

“Really? Oh my darling, you’ve made the happiest man ever. Not since my ex died have I known such happiness, I promise to be all and more than you’ve ever known or expected and I won’t leave any room for regret. Believe me.”

“Yes T-“

“Shhh, my darling. I just want to hold you in my arms and rejoice at how lucky I am.”

It was a whirlwind romance and Debra couldn’t begin to describe the feelings that assailed her every time they were together. Though she found it strange that he could afford a car but chose to take various random cabs, she made no mention of it. He also professed to have no friends and made it expressly clear that she wasn’t welcome at his office because he preferred to keep business separated from pleasure.  Two months into their relationship, they were having wild sex and he took all the necessary precautions “to prevent her from becoming a mother before he made her a wife” he said tenderly.

That Sunday afternoon, they had just returned from the mall and she snacked on pringles and ice cream as they fed each other in turns and cuddled up to watch a movie on his wide screen TV. She purred happily as he rubbed her naked back slick with sweat from the lovemaking she had rewarded him with as a thank you for the lovely blue ballet flats he had purchased for her at the mall. He increased the TV’s volume as he put away the snacks and drew her closer to him with a serious look on his face.

“Do you trust me my darling?” he asked.

“Yes I do” she replied as she looked up at him with shining eyes. “I know it’s taken you quite a while to win my trust but believe me, you have it all now.”

“That means a lot to me my darling, now I can proceed with the plan I have in store for you.” he cooed softly.

“A plan? Really? What plan?” She asked with shrill excitement.

“Just close your eyes my dear, the plan is almost in place, I just need to prepare the finishing touches”

She closed her eyes in such joyous anticipation that it was almost pathetic. “You know I’ll never meet a man like you again right?”

“Definitely my darling, you’ll never meet a man like me again or any other man for that matter” he said as he calmly slit her throat and wiped the warm crimson blood on her sweet pink blouse.

For the next two hours, as he methodically sliced through the still warm flesh, the house was eerily silent as if it sensed that an unusual action had taken place within its confines and violated it completely. The curtains swished sadly as though they mourned and the sliding doors stood valiantly fighting off the angry wind that rattled disapprovingly against them.

He slid the chopped young lady delicately into the freezer with tears in his eyes and sat with both hands on the freezer as luminous tears stood in his eyes. The ping of a BlackBerry was unnervingly loud in the quiet house and he almost emptied his bowels at the unexpected sound. He picked it up and read the message which turned out to be a broadcast begging people to vote for a 23 year old female in a competition. He wasn’t worried that her friends would come looking for her or fret about her, he had successfully alienated her from them and her friends had given up asking where she disappeared to on Friday evenings and resurfaced again on Monday morning just in time for the 10am lecture.

He figured he had about 2 days before they began to panic but even then, she had told no one about him or his address, he had made sure of that but it never hurt to be too sure.

By 5.am the next morning, he went jogging dressed in a matching tracksuit, green sneakers and a plain black backpack, he murmured greetings to other joggers around the wad of strawberry gum in his mouth as he hummed and jogged effortlessly.  Under the gnarled tree a couple of feet ahead, he paused to rest and shrug off the backpack with its unsavory contents.

He caught up with the other joggers on his way back home. If anyone noticed or found it odd that he was sans backpack, nobody mentioned it, this was a place where every individual minded their business and didn’t ask inconsequential questions. They chatted mundanely as they compared their progress and distance. At Association Avenue, he waved a goodbye and turned into his house.

After a long shower, He changed into a long-sleeved black shirt, the one Debra had professed to be her favorite as it set off his complexion according to her. He felt a pang of regret as he looked around the empty house which reminded him of her, he almost felt like going back to caress the black backpack for a final, loving goodbye. But such folly was unthinkable. He only hoped someone found her soon enough before she became too lonely.

Poor little girl looking for trust in human beings. Like that was even possible.

He chuckled quietly to himself as he munched on an apple and exited the now-empty house.