CHAPTER 4 (MELANCHOLY)

MELANCHOLY 

"Do you think you're strong enough to go home my love?" 

Racheal's heart quivered at the sound of the last part.

"Yes," she replied while staring at the wall.  She tried her best to deal with the change of tone in her voice coming from the tears she was fighting back.

The doctor came to run final checkups and prescribe one or two drugs and medication and in no time and they were ready to go.

She stood up carefully, vehemently avoiding eye contact with the man she used to believe loved her.

"Do you want me to carry you?" He asked and the nurse from earlier giggled a little before letting out an "aww". 

Racheal shot her watery eyes at her like she was about to pull her hair out regardless of how the nurse was so innocent and nice to her.

In less than ten minutes they were home, he held her hands as he led me her the stairs, 

Rachel couldn't fathom how the hands that used to warm her heart every time now felt as cold as death.

"Do you need anything?" He smiled.

"No" Rachel maintained her stern look.

Immediately they got to the bedroom, he sat beside Rachel and took her hand in his.

"You're acting strange, is anything the problem?" He asked, pushing a loose strand of her curly ebony hair away from her face and behind her ears.

"Uhmm.. no, I think it's the alcohol. I'm still feeling a little tipsy" she lied.

"Okay, get some rest. I'll order some food for you as I go to round up some things at the office" he replied.

She nodded and lay on the bed, he kissed her forehead and went away immediately.

Immediately, a beep sound came from a notification on her phone, she grabbed it and saw it was a message from Charity.

"Hey, I hope you're okay?" 

She smiled a little before replying: "yes I am, thank you very much. I owe you a lot"

Clarke returns to his company and briskly walks into his office where he meets a perturbed Georgia waiting for him.

"How dare you turn me on and then go away like it's nothing" she stood up and rushed towards him then crossed her hand above her sore nipples.

"I had something to take care of" he replied pulling her closer and enveloping her in an embrace.

"No, you are not about to wriggle yourself out of this one. What did you have to take care of that made you rush out that way?"

"My wife got injured and was taken to the hospital" clarke replied.

Without wasting time she pulls away,

"Your wife? Did you leave me because of that drama queen? When did you start caring about her that much?" She complained.

Clarke places his fingers on his forehead to show frustration while thinking about his next line of action.

He walks towards her and embraces her in again,

"I'm sorry my love, it'll never happen again" he begged.

He kissed her forehead, and her cheeks and then proceeded to her lips. She moved in tempo with his lips and his tongue found its way into her mouth.

He immediately lifted her and placed her on his table.

 His hands made contact with her wet vagina as soon as he spread her legs apart.

"Are we going to this here?" She asked pulling away from the French kiss.

"You're ruining the mood my love" he replied and their lips joined again as he continued with what he was doing professionally.

His moaning was like music to her ears and in no time, his pants were down.

Clarke got home late that night to an already sleeping Rachael. He kissed her forehead and lay beside her after taking a long shower.

The next morning she was already up before him, he opened his eyes to see her completely dressed in her regular cargo pants and hoodie. There was no way his wife would ever leave the house dressed that way so he suspected something was up.

"Morning baby, are you going somewhere?" He asked sleepily.

"Yes I have a photoshoot today" she replied calmly.

"And you're going dressed like that?" He asked further, sitting up this time.

"What's the point of me dressed up just to get there and do it all again? Before I forget, I won't be coming home today so have dinner without me and have a nice day"

She carried her silver purse and turned away immediately.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked tapping his lips slowly.

She rolled her eyes and slowly placed hers on his, the thought of someone else kissing those lips ran shivers down her spine.

"I'll be going now" she announced, he waved and adjusted himself on the bed to continue his sleep. That was very unusual and strange for him to do but Rachel didn't bother asking why he wasn't already ready for work.

Rachel drove to a town different from the one they were living in for the photo shoot.   

Upon her arrival, she was so reticent to leave her vehicle hence there were no incentives that would trigger her adrenaline at that particular point in time.

In a short while, the other models that were involved in the photo shoot arrived, looking so vigorous and eager to break the camera.

Their body languages were enough to motivate a whole congregation but Rachel remained apathetic and pained.

"Hey! Is that not Rachel!!” 

The voice of a fan so strident, that her hands began to shake. Her feet tingled and her chest grew tight as bile rose in her throat.

Her little effort of disguise with sunshade eyeglasses was in vain. She clutched the steering wheel, ready to escape the mob the voice had pulled.

She took a slow, long, and deep breath then she let go of the steering wheel. She tried to open the door but the crowd grew every minute. She was stranded.

The other models stood and watched how their presence was so insignificant at that moment.

"Can we have a picture? Rachel, are you okay? Rachel! We love you, Rachel!" 

Different voices from different people standing in different corners of her car screamed.

Her manager for the shoot comes out with some security men, helping her to overcome the crowd without getting injured.

"Release your stomach, give us a fierce look! ....Come on!!, yes!..... I love that " 

The bald French photographer yelled in excitement while Rachel changed from one pose to another.

It was 9 pm and the photoshoot ended faster than she expected. She left the vicinity immediately, and in a minute she was already in her car.

She turned the key in the ignition and drove quickly to a nearby hotel then she parked and opened her silver purse in search of her credit card.

"shit!"  she exclaimed hysterically

It is late already and going to the hotel was her way of getting solitude and clearing her head, but only then does she realize that she isn't with her credit card.

She can't go to a hotel without her credit and she has no reason to call Clarke. He would demand she returns home so she brings the engine back to life and makes a decision to go home.

"I just need to get my credit card and get out." She whispers, unaware of the fate that waits for her in a place she always called home.