After she ran out of the house, Roxanne hastily flagged down a taxi. She threw herself into the passengers seat immediately it stopped.
"31st Avenue." She said, locking her fingers tightly together to stop her palms from shaking. Tears welled up in her eyes once more. Again, she fought them back in, she had to. She had to keep fighting the tears back in until she figured out exactly what was going on. Roxanne sat patiently in the passenger's seat on the road to her parents house. But the ride was driving her crazy. She wanted to steady her thoughts, but couldn't. There was a deep hole in her chest, a very deep one that Jonah and Rayla had dug with their own too hands. Their words continued to echo in her head, the smug look on Rayla's face, the nonchalance in Jonah's eyes! Roxanne gasped, struggling for air, she clutched her suit trousers tight and held on to it, as if it was what was going to ease her pain, as if it would fill the hole in her chest, or fill her lungs with air to breathe. There had to be some sort of explanation. Maybe her parents were in on it too. Maybe a prank, to celebrate anything! Probably her new job. Yes! That's what it had to be. Roxanne coughed and sniffed in her tears, she would not cry anymore. Everything was a cruel, joke, it had to be. Her sudden migraine threatened to split her head into two, she thought of Jonah again. He would hold and kiss her after she told him how the prank had shattered her, she was sure of it. She would tell them all that the prank was unnecessay, she would smile and say "Oh darling, you shouldn't have done that.!" He would drive her to work, kiss her for goodluck, and everything would be fine again. When the taxi stopped in front of her parent's house, Roxanne took one glance at the whole polished bungalow before storming out of the taxi. She normally took time to appreciate her mother's lavender flowers sprawled all over the front porch, but there was nothing to appreciate about them today. They sickened her. Roxanne planted herself at the foot of the door and knocked on it. "Someone answer me before I tear this door down!" She screamed. That seemed to do the trick. Theresa, Roxanne's older sister answered the door bell, Roxanne pushed past her into the living room. She stopped to look around. Nobody, there was nobody here. No decorations, no cake, no balloons, no Emily...no nothing. She was wrong, there was no waiting party. The little part of her heart she had tried to hold together, shattered into a million pieces, her eyelids stung harshly from all the hot tears she was fighting back. Anger quickly replaced the confusion, uncertainty and heart break. "Where's mum and dad?" She asked, pacing frantically about the large room. "What the fuck crawled up your ass?" "Mum! Dad! Somebody get down here and answer me this minute!" Roxanne screamed at the top of her voice, ignoring Theresa's questions. She was going to get her answers, it didn't matter if she had to tear the house down. "Roxy, are you okay?" Roxanne turned to Theresa, holding a finger out so she knew better than to reach out for her. Her eyes were red with glazing anger. With every second that past, Roxanne was growing weaker and dizzier; the adrenaline that coursed through her veins was poisoned with spite, and there was nothing she could not do at this moment. Theresa saw all these, and did not come any closer. A bitter laugh escaped Roxanne's throat. "Am I okay? I need someone in this house to tell me why my fiance and my sister were holding hands on my front porch with an invitation card to their wedding! You better start talking, because I'm running late..." she wanted to gag on her tears. "...for work!" She screamed, pacing about hysterically. She wanted to throw the TV on the wall down to the floor and watch it crumble into pieces, like her heart. Confused, Theresa looked around, she heaved a sigh of relief when their parents came down the stairs.With the look in her daughter's eyes, Sarah knew what Roxanne had come here for. The elderly woman gently squeezed her husband's hands. Tony turned to her. "She knows." Sarah muttered, loud enough for Roxanne to hear. In that brief second, Roxanne snapped her neck to the direction of her mother's voice. The look in her eyes only confirmed one thing; it was true. They had betrayed her, every single one of them. "Like hell I do! When was anybody here going to tell me? On the day of the wedding?" Disheartened and confused, Sarah opened her mouth to speak. Roxanne was faster. "And you all knew and thought it was okay? Jonah and I have been together for half of our lives, you sat and allowed Rayla to ruin everything?" Sarah's eyes locked with Theresa's, silently pleading with her daughter to speak on her behalf. With a nod, Theresa spoke up, moving closer to her sister with a concerned look. "Listen Roxy, Rayla didn't mean to ruin anything. You have to understand that there's very little either of them could do. Love finds us in the strangest of ways." A bitter chuckle escaped Roxanne's lips. As she stood there, watching all of them give her stupid explanations to justify they betrayal, she wanted to spit on each and everyone of their faces. Love. What did any of them know about that word? "Love? You stand there and you talk to me about love?! It is supposed to be OUR wedding mum! Mine and Jonah's, not Rayla and Jonah's!" Sarah and her husband, Tony, where now at the foot of the stairs. However, they knew better than to go any closer to Roxanne. "We can fix that my dear! You and Rayla look alike, there wouldn't be much difference, people won't even know when we switch the names..." Tony spoke up, with soft eyes as he looked at his daughter. "Your father is right..." Sarah cut in. "Sweetie, you know how important we are in the church. What would people say to us when they find out Rayla is pregnant before marriage? Think about your sister, do you want her baby to grow up without a father?" She continued. Beckoning on her daughter's forgiveness and understanding. Her eyes pleaded with Roxanne to be reasonable. But, Roxanne was far from that. What she felt now, was a far cry from reason. "Please baby...be reasonable." Tony added again. That was the last straw. Rage quickened her blood and her fury roared to life. They all stood around her, staring pathetically. Not knowing what to say, or do. Reason. Did they just asked her to be reasonable?! Her sister had just slept with a man they all knew she was dating, she got pregnant for him, and they all knew! And now, now she's the bad person for feeling bad? She's at fault for getting angry? She should be more considerate and think about her sister? NOBODY HAD THOUGHT ABOUT HER. Nobody had considered how she felt! She was just supposed to understand and forgive! She was supposed to feel for Rayla's child. To hell with Rayla's child. To hell with Rayla. To hell with everyone of them.If she had seen this story in a reality TV show, she would have laughed to scorn. Perhaps that was the reason the only thing she could do now was laugh... In pain. Everyone's gaze shifted from Roxanne to the door when it opened. Roxanne's eyes fell on Rayla's frame. The urge to yank her perfectly straight blonde hair from her skull lay in Roxanne's stomach. If Rayla moved one step closer, she just might. "The nerve of you all to stand here and talk to me after what you've done." Roxanne could not stop the tears that flowed freely down her cheeks. She felt helpess, cold.When she woke up this morning, she had not planned to be stabbed at the back by your own family, she had never expected this from any of them. "I am so sorry, I never intended for this to happen. Jonah and I fell in love and we..." "Stop." Roxanne cut in. She cast a bitter glance around the living room and smiled. "You know what? I never want to see any of you again. Ever." The emphasis she laid on the last word caused Sarah's eyes to soften. Roxanne saw this, but was far from caring. As she walked slowly to the door, she stopped by Rayla's side and looked up at her. "I always let you have everything. You wasted no time and spared no effort to show me how much better you were. I never said anything. But this..." She paused, tearing her gaze from her sister. "This is the height of it." With that statement, she was out of the door. Unsure of ever returning.Roxanne took the first taxi she set her eyes on, headed to LexCorp. She did not care that there was a mother and stubborn crying baby inside. Infact, she liked the fact that there was a crying baby in it, that way, she was able to mask the sound of her own wailing. She would have bailed from work if today wasn't so important to her. Besides, it won't hurt to get a good news after being slapped on the face with a bad one. So, she bit her lower lip and tried to hold on to the thin thread her sanity was clinging on. While trying to think of two good reasons why she shouldn't drive a bullet into Jonah's heart.Finally, when the taxi alighted at LexCorp's fifty story building, she jumped down from the taxi and pushed her way past the high glass doors. She ignored every greeting and did not say a word to anybody, not even the receptionist who she usually threw a smile every morning; well, this wasn't like every other morning. Roxanne hurried to the bathroom on the ground floor and plante
Emily was stunned when she woke up to find a hand pulling her by her right wrist the next morning. "I lied! I won't survive today by myself!" Emily's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight of Roxanne clad in a her bathrobe. "What the hell is going on?" Emily asked, eyeing her friend even as she stretched out her arms. "It's 9am Emily, and I am scared! I can't show my face in that wedding without a date. Please call your brothers, any of them. I need help!" Emily could see her friend's pain in her eyes, the tears she fought to keep back betrayed themselves in her voice. She wished there was something she could do to help, but all she could do, she had already done. Roxanne allowed herself to be pulled into Emily's arms, she relaxed against her best friend's chest as she ran her fingers down her hair. The gesture helped to calm Roxanne's mild panic attack. Emily held on to Roxanne without saying a word, and that was enough assurance for her that she would be alright.
"What's the problem miss?" He asked her once again. When he asked the question the first time, she hasn't answered him.Lancelot thought it best to assume she did not hear him the first time. How could she? When all along she had been staring at his face. Her eyes subconsciously dancing from his lips, to his jaw, then his eyes again.It would have amazed him how fascinated she was with his physical being if he wasn't so used to it already. She wasn't the first and she certainly couldn't be the last.As he watched her blink rapidly before stepping away from him, Lancelot tucked both his hands into the pocket of his blue trousers.He just wished she would tell him how much she needed to get her car fixed so he could move on. He on the other hand, would have to toll his car away until he could get it fixed.His eyes travelled to the bonnet. With the damage the collision had done, it would take at least a day or two to get it comple
After paying the driver, she touched the door handle and turned to him. "Remember, stay close to me and do not say a word. I do the talking and you smile, shake hands and kiss my forehead when necessary." She turned away from him and opened the door. A thought crawled up to her head and she returned her face to his. "Note. I said when necessary." Her emphasis on the last two words caused him to scoff. If he wanted to, he would kiss her forehead, that and every part of her body, soon enough. Only if he wanted to; and he knew he wanted to. If he was going to get an answer to the questions raging in his head, he was going to have to touch her. The urge to hold her was strange to him. Knowing how much he hated physical contact, Lancelot wondered what it was about her that caused him to want to hold her. Maybe it was the fact that Ziko had warmed up to her. WARMED UP. Ziko had not only warmed up to her, he had acknowledged her as his mate. That wasn't possible. She was a human fe
The wedding party started in full swing three hours after the exchange of vows. And those three hours were the longest Roxanne had ever experienced. She had clung to Emily every second, afraid that if she let go of her, Rayla would be back again to spite her - even though she knew Rayla and Jonah has returned to wherever it was they planned to get ready for the wedding party. Roxanne could not afford to face Rayla again. Earlier on, Lancelot had rescued her. She could not count on him to do so again after the wedding... Or during the wedding party. That was, of course, before he made it known to she and Emily that he would be attending. Roxanne could still see the shock on her own face. She remembered pulling him away from where she stood with Emily, to a corner. She needed to speak to him privately. "What do you think you're doing? I needed you to escort me to the wedding, and that's over." "Is it?" He had said. His perfectly carved brow arched as he looked around the venue. ".
The rest of the party went by in a blur. Roxanne sat there as they talked and laughed over her head. She continued to boil with rage. How could they do this to her? She knew Rayla would spare no expense to see her down, but she had not expected her family to side with her. She had not expected him, Jonah, to humiliate her in such a manner. When everyone ate and drank, danced and sang, she managed short smiles here and there and a few glasses of Chapman, with the few slices of cake Lancelot silently forced into her mouth. She appreciated his show of romance. At least, with the way Jonah's eyes darkened on them, she could tell he was jealous. She couldn't wait for the night to be over. "And now, for the grand event of the night! Ladies and gentlemen, sit back, relax, aww and ouuu..."The audience erupted into laugher, interrupting Jonah's best man. A man Roxanne knew as his roommate during Jonah's college days. "...at the beautiful bride and her loving groom as they give us their
Alas! It was over, all of it. She catwalked back to the head table, even as the smile she forced at her sister and Jonah disappeared from her face. She needed two things; lots of drinks, and a taxi to get the hell out of here. She walked steadily, her head held high, chin and shoulders up. She would never look down again, ever. She arrived at the head table, picked a bottle of champagne and excused herself. She was going to find a corner and drink herself to stupor. She walked towards the exit of the room and found a stool there. With a weak smile, she fell on it, still clutching the champagne bottle in her hands. Luckily, it had already been open, but was more full than empty. She pressed the lid to her lips and took her first gulp. Fuck all of them, she thought. She would make lemonades out of the bitter lemons they served her today, she would make sure of it. Halfway into the bottle and ten curse words later, she caught sight of a familiar male figure heading towards her.
'Fuck it' He hissed. With one grip, he pulled her to himself and crashed his lips on hers. If he had thought he felt fire burn through him the first time her hands brushed against his, then this right now was hell itself. His lips were tangled with hers. He kissed, sucked on her lower lip, bit it occasionally. Everytime Roxanne moaned against his lips, Lancelot felt a new wave of madness sprout up from his belly. He had kissed women, a whole lot of them. But none had ever consumed him like she did, no woman's lips had ever left him aching for more, praying for more. Their hands were on each other. Roxanne's polished fingers dug into his blonde hair, making a mess of the gelled strands. He lowered himself, his kisses travelled from her lips, down to her left ear. He lingered there, kissed, licked and sucked the lobe of her ear softly. Roxanne moaned, with every stroke his fingers drew across her spine, every kiss he planted on her neck, she felt her panties dampen. She ached for