After 3 long years of studying, Sarah applied like a crazy woman to every company she could find advertising. It was not that she was unhappy, it was because she needed a new , fresh start.
Sarah dressed in a pencil skirt, black stockings, a crisp white shirt and a sleeveless coat. Tying her hair up in a bun, leaving tendrils around her face so she didn;t look like an air hostess, she applied light make up.
She decided to go with a small heel closed tipped shoe, shiny red ro break up the black and white she had going on.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she applied a red lipstick.
''Pluck,pluck'', she puckered her lips together making sure it was evenly spread.
''Good day, I am Sarah White'', She said, reaching out her hand to the mirror.
''No, no, no. I sound like a dead beat'',She muttered under her breath.
Looking at the red and silver clock hanging in the far end of the room, she read the time,''9h30am''.
''I still have an
As Sarah watched the receptionist look at her like a wench, she stood up straight. trying to raiate some confidence and authority.The entire waiting room was full of applicants. Sarah began to wonder , what made her different from the rest?She took a seat, scoping the room for her competition. There where a few blonde girls. They looked as if they were auditioning for Hannah Montana.There was a black guy, he looked like his suit was swallowing him.Two red hair guys, One was awefully short with big bushy hair, like eep from the croods, but a male version, while the other was tall and tarzan looking. Sarah had to take a few deep breats and look out the window, incase she burst out in laughter.It was clear the receptionists were digging that look.There was going to be alot of competition. All these people in this room looked serious.Watching a few other people now join the bunch, there were a total of fifteen people here for the same inte
Sarah White acquired the job she so much wanted. It was a dream come true. She worked all her life for this. She longed to have a job that would pay for all her necessities and luxuries. Sarah went home smiling. She celebrated that night with a glass of wine and a bottle of champagne. Her kids were over the moon. Sarah worked all year round at this job. It took most of her energy but she loved it. It kept her busy most of the day. Her thoughts were never given the chance to wonder if she was truly happy.Sarah smiled as she looked at the seventy five thousand Rands provident fund pay out from her previous employer. She wanted to save it or invest it. She had goals and dreams. A dream to study supply chain management. "Did you get the money?", Jacob asked that afternoon. Sarah wanted to say no but she could not bring herself to speak a lie. She nodded. Jacob jumped up and down with excitement, "I have been seeing a few vehicles for us to purchase." Jessica looked at him in surpri
The next few weeks jessica looked at vehicles online with Jacob. It was something she found uninteresting but she did it to see the smile on his face.There was one in particular he had set his mind on. Although Sarah did not agree, she went with him anyway to see it.The moment she layed eyes on it, her heart was disgusted.It was old and rusty. She tried so hard to see the dream her husband was seeing but her eyes hurt and so did her brain by just trying.It was silver with spots of brown rust. A side mirror was missing and when it started up, clouds of smoke came through the exhaust.She hated it. She hated it so much. She tried to express her concerns but couldn't.She didn't want to ignite a fire of fury.She needed her peace.She spent her hard earned thirty two thousand Rands on this junk. It made her heart sore but Jacob gleamed with joy.She looked at the balance in her account and started asking for quotes for studying.Getting the information she required to enroll, Jacob a
Sarah had bought the house of her dreams. She had never thought that one day she would finally be a home owner.Things were great in the beginning. They started a new routine, saying grace before dinner, bathtime, learning time and so forth.Sarah enjoyed coming home to her own home. With her two lovely fur babies, her kids that she loved so much and Jacob.Although money was now tight because the bond was higher than the rent they paid previously, they still enjoyed the little things in life.The neighborhood was quiet and the night sky was clear. The air was crisp and unpolluted.Sarah's sister, Cheryl whose husband was a cheating pig, finally decided to leave him. She had put through a divorce.The ironic thing was that Mark Molt and Jacob were good friends.Sarah did not want to involve herself with this family issue, however Jacob started inviting Mark over.Until he finally wormed himself back into Cheryl's life.Life seemed different to Sarah now. She was no longer feeling the j
Night before wedding, I don't know why and whose, but I attended. It was one of Jacob's family members. Jacob and I were off and on dating. I saw him standing across me and my pulse quickened, my mouth went dry and I was giddy. It was that feeling I always got when I saw him. A feeling of longing. A feeling of wanting. Music started to play and a love song came on. Couples took to the floor, holding each other tightly and dancing closely. Jacob walked towards me, my head felt light as I watched him get closer. He approached and with one swift motion he grabbed my friend next to me and led her to the dance floor. My heart felt as if it had burst. My heart cried in pain as I watched them dance closely together. His family members looked at me, synical grins on their faces, as if I was a joke. I felt so embarrassed but I couldn't do anything about it except stand their like a wounded animal. I forced a smile on my face trying to hide the pain I felt within. My heart yet again ha
Sarah wiped a stray tear. She looked at the time and sipped a long sip of wine. It was still early. She wasn't hungry yet.2005Jacob was no longer in school and was working odd jobs. He had very little time for me. As usual the year went by with us being off and on.2006Wow. This was an enlightening year. I played club cricket and my saterdays were spent playing against other teams, other people from other areas, suburbs, towns and provinces. It was my passion and hobby. I simply loved it.Jacob had come to see me once. I was with my team mates watching the game as it was our turn to bat. Jacob walked up to me and tried to lure me away from the game. I declined him more than once. He didnt take it lightly and grabbed my arm, tugging me ruthlessly. The embarrassment I felt was unbearable. He was being like a beast. He eventually backed off angrily. Screaming like a crazy person. I did not ask him to come. Why blame me?, why make it seem like I called you. It was another red flag
It was hard to go back and feel what she felt then. Somehow it felt more painful now. It felt as if those scars never healed.2008 continued.As I lay on my seat thinking about the times I went on a date with Jacob, I could only count two. Two whole dates where we just went the cinema, watched a movie and had lunch.After those two dates, we went to a cheap hotel to have sex.That's all we did throughout the year until the day I married him.That should have been a red flag but as usual, my heart betrayed me. My heart let me get used to being treated this way.As I waited one afternoon for my mum, Jacob approached me. He used to live across the road. After a small argument he swung his arms frantically trying to make contact with my face. I dodged it, but the anger in his voice made me shudder.It was another red flag.2009January thirty first I moved out with Jacob to a small one bedroom basement. It was so amazing at first. We both woke up around the same time, had a shower, change
2009Jacob.New job. New behavior. New life. I was now just an option.The disappearing acts became frequent. I did not know where he was going. All that he told me was that he was going to purchase a loaf of bread on a Friday afternoon and would be gone for the entire night with my second sister's husband. It's funny how the story comes out of where they had gone, months and years later. I asked him about it and he denied every word. Saying it was just a bunch of lies. He had never been to teasers that night, he had never gone to Chatsworth that night. It had become a sequence of excuses and lies. The truth stared me in the face and I chose to believe the lies. My heart never wanted to feel the pain. It was easier that way, to believe his lies and block out the hard truth. Now when I look back, the red flags were there. I ignored it. I was stupid. I chose to love. I still choose to love. I chose to make it work. He would always say that no one wants to see us happy together. Th
I felt deeply hurt inside and that afternoon I could not write. All I could think about was my sick dad, covid 19 was wiping out entire families, I never thought that it would affect my family. They were always so careful.The next day the nurse looked at results , with a surprised expression on her face she said my dad was positive.I double checked the results only to realise that the name on the paper was some other person.I laughed at her , feeling some relief in my chest.The day after that it was confirmed that he was covid positive. I felt devastated yet hopeful. He was my dad, he had no chronic illnesses, he was as fit as a fiddle. He was like my own personal superhero with a family of healthcare professionals. Somewhere in my heart I knew that he would be fine.I took my lunch break early that day , feeling like a thief , I secretly went to see my father and give him the horrible news.As I sat at the dining room table, I told him that he was covid positive and all the preca
Last chapter.Mark grabbed his towel once his crazy neighbor untied him.Never in his life had he been so used.His a*** hurt so much he grabbed a back of peas from the freezer as soon as he reached home.He drew his curtains and sat on the bed.The ticking of the wooden clock on the wall had caught is attention.It was already five thirty, he had spent more than two hours being tortured.He picked up his phone and saw two missed calls.It was Jessica."It is a sign.", he thought.He called her."Hi", her cheery voice came through the receiver.For a woman who had been ignored for a few months, she sounded quite happy."Can we meet?", Mark asked. Jessica agreed. "Six thirty?", Mark suggested. "Perfect." Mark went back into the bath. This time he filled the tub with boiling hot water and some rough sea salt. Pulling on a pair of dark blue skinny leg jeans and a black polo neck shirt, Mark left his apartment in a hurry. He missed Jessica but he knew he wanted his old life back. He
Chapter 5Mark Molt sat comfortably on his black leather chair behind his large dark brown oak desk. It was another long day at the office. He waited for Mrs Blunder, who was his secretary for the last fifteen years, to bring his coffee. She had been bringing him his coffee since the day she started. She was as old as his grandmother, he assumed. Her grey hair and wrinkled face had much warmth and love. He adored her. This year will be her retirement. She decided to stay on until sixty five although sixty was the retirement age. She was as fit as a fiddle. Never complained, seldom took sick leave or any leave for that matter. He was going to miss her.She was truly a valued member of the law firm family. Mrs Blunder handed him his coffee," extra hot, extra strong, extra milk and no sugar, just how you like it son". His heart melted just hearing the little old lady. Indeed he will miss her. She had three more months until retirement. He wished she didn't have to go. Mark tried to persue
Chapter 4Jessica woke up with a throbbing headache. Her head ached, her foot ached. Her body ached. Everything just ached. She sat up slowly trying not to strain her foot. As her thoughts flooded into her mind with the events of last night, she felt nauseas. She remembered going to the hospital and then everything was blank.Jessica was blank. She really could not remember anything after the hospital and this made her panic. She could feel an anxiety attack rising within her. Her chest tightened. She felt as if she was suffocating. She cupped her hands over her mouth taking a few deep, quick breathes. A technique she learnes when she was a child. It was something she lived with most of her life. Whenever she got stressed out, even by the most slightest things, she would freak out drastically, leading to a panic attack. As she calmed down and started to massage her temples her daughter jumped on the bed next to her. " Hey mom, what happened to your foot?" she asked, her eyebrows now f
Chapter 3*Knock, knock*As Charlie held a sleeping Jessica, he leaned against the wall for support outside her door and strained his arm to knock on her door. He knocked the door quiet hard since no one had answered the door yet, he started to pang his closed fist against the door in frustration. Jessica was dead weight. His arm was becoming numb. He heard the lock on the doot turn and out came a stubby man. Round as a barrel, smelling of cheetos. It was an unpleasant sight and smell. He had never seen such a disgusting person in his life before living in an apartment. He belonged on a street corner, begging for change. " So YOU brought her home. Did you have a good time, was it so good she sprained her ankle and fell asleep".Just leave her on the bed as he motioned Charlie to leave her on their bed. He left her down gently. He walked to the living room to see that everything was a mess. There was dishes piled on the coffee table, clothes in the floor and beer cans piled next to t
Chapter 2Back at the Party, Mark Molt gulped down glass after glass of the finest alcohol. The music played loudly whilst everyone danced, married or not they were all grinding up on each other. A sexual song suddenly came on. It was ''Monifah,Touch it''.Mark sat crossed legged on the office chair when he felt delicate fingers trace around his neck and shoulders.There was someone singing in his ears. This secy voice sending shivers uo his soine awakening desire within him. He wondered who it could be.It was Joey Bloom, dressed in a mini skirt, halter neck top and high heals. Her cleavage was popping out of her shirt, as she turned him around in his chair. Everyone knew Mark always had atleast one good fling at every office party. He already slept with most of the woman in the firm.They all slept with him willingly.Every woman wanted a part of Mark Molt.The ladies always gossiped that he was a stallion in bed.Joey Bloom did not get her chance ,she was always outrun by the other woman,
It took me back to the day I started writing. it eased my mind and kept me occupied from the pain. Writing made me forget, it took me to my own imaginary world that blocked out the nastiness of reality. There was just too much going on, the pain inside had become like an arrow to the heart. I could not run nor could I had hide from my own harsh reality. I needed an escape and writing had become my own self taught councelling.I started writing CHEATED by the CEO which basically revolved around my sister's life.Chapter 1* Best CEO ever, Mark Molt!!! **clap, clap, clap*Everyone applauded as Mark stood in the centre of the law firm. He smiled from ear to ear, showing of his deep dimples. He was every girls dream guy, but he was also a married man with kids. The ultimate party animal. With hair so black and sleek and a well chiseled face, he could be called God's gift to women. His eyes so blue like the deepest ocean and lips that invited you in, woman had to fight the urge that he is
Grant texted me all day, listening to my complaints about my other half.He listened without judgement and I knew as usual he wouldn't believe me.No one did.until....He started staying over more frequently.we because close and I started to feel attracted to him.The distance between Jacob and I grew wider and wider until it was just a large empty space.I don't know when that happened and when the gap between Grant and I became non existent.I don't know when I had these feelings but they were there and it was hard to ignore.As the days went by I tried to reach out to Jacob.I called him up one day and asked him to spend lunch with me. His cold reply brought tears to my eyes. " I see you everyday. I don't need to spend lunch time with you and besides I already have plans."As Grant saw the coldness in Jacob everyday , he tried to make me happier.He invited me to lunch and I accepted.I drove to his work place and he ordered food.It was the first time trying this new restaurant
It wasn't all but a dream. The next morning I received a message over social media.It was him. He was checking up if I was alright. He knew me well and I guess that he picked up that this wasn't me. At first I played it cool, eventually I couldn't hold it in any longer.After letting out every bit of sadness that made a home in my heart, I felt relieved.The next afternoon,Grant came over with a pack of beers. Everyday we spoke and everyday I complained.Maybe I shouldn't have complained. Maybe I shouldn't have spoken.But for once I actually felt happy. For once I was actually being heard. Someone was taking my thoughts and feelings into consideration. Although I was the one who had cut all ties with him for a misunderstanding that was never about him, he was still the same caring person as always.Thinking back about that misunderstanding:I had just started a new job and I decided to take out a life cover for my dad who had asked me to.He felt that we should at some point bene