CHAPTER 5 (My descent into madness )

MY DESCENT INTO MADNESS 

Rachel's drive back to her home was a quiet and short one. 

She blanked out several times but it still didn't cause her any damage and she didn't receive any insults from pedestrians even though her driving was a little bit reckless and amateurish.

When she arrived, she couldn't open the garage due to fatigue and a gnawing urge to lie on a bed immediately.

She kept thinking about how rough her day was and how the over-enthusiastic throng almost took her life.

At this point, she had this persistent feeling to disappear. Something related to oblivion, something related to nothingness.

It was seldom for her to pack her car outside the garage for its safety but she did it anyway.

When she entered her house, all she could perceive was a pungent aroma that tickled her nose. Her sitting room reeked of a suffocating cheap perfume.

Rachel's senses were intensified and she touched fear. 

She noticed the way her husband's clothes were littered on the floor of her sitting room and she also couldn't take her eyes off the red cotton bra that hung on her couch.

"what the fuc........"  she was so petrified.

Echoes of screams and laughter shifted her attention toward her bedroom. 

Rachel removed her flip-flops so she could take quiet steps. She walked silently, one foot after the other just like she was trained to walk as a model.

The strange noises increased with every step she took. Luckily for her, the door was slightly open and the lights were on.

She took a glance and again she froze. Clarke stood like a vicious creature stroking his penis into Georgia like it was his last time on earth.

"yes!.....come on!....more....harder!" 

Georgia rolled her eyes and moaned in excitement.

 

"shuuuushhhh" Clarke hushed so she would reduce her voice.

His hips vibrated and his veins popped out from every part of his body. Looking at her husband from a short distance made Rachel realize how big her husband's penis was.

Georgia's brain curled up like wilted leaves and she arched her back the best way she could.

 

His violent flesh entered her with a sharp blow like a pencil pushed and twisted by a palm into the hole of a sharpener. 

"Ah" 

Clarke clamored as a quick orgasm outpour overtook his entire body. He pulled out immediately and nutted on Georgia's perfectly shaped butt. That wasn't the buttocks of a secretary, it was the one a porn star would work hard for.

Rachel observed as her husband's cum dripped out of his penis slowly. This time, she wasn't scared or furious. She was numb.

While Georgia lay on Rachel's bed like a helpless pigeon and Clarke waited for the rest of the cum to come out, Rachel left the house quietly and entered back into her car.

She drove off, parking her car a few houses away from her house hence she could still see her house from where she parked.

"fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!" 

she was confronted with a sudden rush of emotions, fully pumped with adrenaline.

She continuously banged her head on the steering wheel and punched it angrily. 

"what the fuck is going on!” she broke down into tears, and an uncontrollable amount of salty water came out from her eyes. 

She cried hysterically like a child who has lost her mother. Every inch of her body felt the despair.

"my phone" she thought.

She looked around for her purse, checked the passenger seats but unfortunately for her it was no where to be found.

"shit!" she yelled when she realised that she left her phone in her purse and she left the purse in her sitting room at her house.

But there was something that kept pressing against the side of her left thigh.  Rachel Deeped her hands inside her pocket and brought it out.

It was her phone.

She dailed charity's number countless times but it seemed as though the universe was against her. Like she was in some purgatory, paying for the sins she didn't know she committed.

Her clothes were soaked in sweat and eyes were filled with tears. She lost balance and she continued to hear a piercing sound in her both ears. 

The yearning to dail her husband's number just to scream and cry while she jumped off a cliff confronted her. Suicide was her next option.

"0 111 356......" she dailed 

Georgia left the bedroom so she could take the red bra she left at her manager's sitting enclosure.

Clarke's phone rang loudly, they both heard it but Georgia didn't pay attention to it.

"hello, baby" Clarke responded.

"I.....ha......t.......e......" 

Stammering Rachel had a a slight distort in her voice.

"baby, are you okay?"

".....you"

"huh?" 

She cleared her throat and took a different turn in what she intended to say to her husband.

Rachel could have said " I hate you! How dare you have the gull to fuck another female on my bed!, in my bedroom.....in my house!... You unmitigated ass. Yes I saw you fuck that cunt, by the way... I am few blocks away from our house. I don't want to see her when I get there. Oh!.... And...before I forget.... I would presumably kill myself today"  

But she said...

" hey honey, I will soon be home"

"I thought, you weren't gonna come back today, how was your photo shoot, my little sexy model"  he flattered 

"it was okay, my photographer was really fast because he had other things to attend to"

"oh okay, how many minutes would it take you to reach here? Or should I come and pick get you?, my sweetheart"

"No! No.... I am 30 minutes away, don't stress yourself, I will soon be back" 

The heart broken model refused and put an end to the phone call.

Clarke walked hurriedly to his sitting room.

"My wife!" he panicked 

"what about your wife" Georgia raised a question.

" Change of plans!"

" what are you saying?" she gave him an 'I am disgusted' gaze.

He breathes in and out 

" my wife, change of plans! She is coming back home right now and you cannot be here......my love"

Georgia chuckled. 

" okay....., I was going to leave anyways"

Clarke smiled and Georgia took a quick glimpse at his naked body.

Georgia wore her clothes, Clarke walked toward her and kissed her passionately gripping her butt with so much power.

Georgia was so exhausted when she got back to her apartment. She opened her door, dropped her bag on the floor and switched on the light.

"Mrs Ford! What are you doing here" Georgia exclaimed while rachel sat on a plastic chair with a mischievous smile on her face.