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.
Chapter 35BulletproofHe tenderly kissed her thighs with passion, momentarily stealing her breath away. Rachel's heart raced in an uncontrollable frenzy as if time had suddenly hastened.She delicately leaned against the plastic chair, paying no mind to the possibility of it breaking beneath her weight. Raising her gaze, she found herself fixated on the medium-sized chandelier hanging above her head.Her thoughts wandered to his office door. Was it securely locked? What would happen if he were caught engaging in such intimate acts with his client? Could he risk losing his position at the firm?Rachel's mind became saturated with swirling thoughts, intrusive and overwhelming. Despite the inner turmoil, her desire immobilized her, rendering her speechless and motionless as she chose to dismiss the cacophony in her head. He continued to rain kisses on her thighs, giving her a slightly painful bite at intervals.Her legs were wide open. The lawyer got closer to her clits, beautifully c
CHAPTER 34 Maybe she was taking extra steps or was she just overreacting on this situation?She had dived too deep into the marriage that divorce felt a bit uneccesary to her......But was it though?. “I am enjoying no benefits in this union and I choose to sabotage it” Rachel added while staring at the lawyer keenly. “I believe this is not yet another outburst of epiphany on your side and you've thought this process through.....Mrs Rachel”The office she sat in exuded a sense of knowledge and power,with the walls lined with law books and legal documents.She was awed with her mouth flung open at the minimalistic artwork,reflecting the serious nature of the practice.She may have not noticed the amount of sophistication the office held until then. “Mrs Rachel!!!”The lawyers stentorian voice blared in the room bringing her back to reality. “If you may need a marriage counselor before you go through with this divorce,I could direct
CHAPTER 33 Freckles Derek stood motionless as he scrolled through his playlist for the perfect song to play. He had almost nothing on except a pair of tight designer briefs, the kind where the elastic waistband is all that covered your rear. His chest was patterned with crisscrossing tan lines from high school football workouts, each one a reminder of his commitment to discipline and excellence. The track finished loading, and soft music began to emanate from his speakers. "What do I do for love?" Derek sang along in a smooth voice that would have melted any heart within a half-mile radius. There was nothing to do for love but he sang along anyway. All these were done to take his mind off the fact that he had finally left Clarke for good.He could not still sit well with the fact that they wouldn't be sleeping together anymore. Anything to his single mom, charity."Oh," he belted out in mock despair, "don't know what to do." Everything he did seemed like too little. His apartm
CHAPTER 32Eyes wide open,followed by an ear- piercing scream filled with terror rang out in the room.Rachel sat up on the bed covered in cold sweat,shaking,heart pounding,looking around the room suspicious and paranoid that the horror may have followed her here.Clarke sprang up from the bed to his disturbed wife. “Baby....what happened??!!”He was panting as though he had a similar nightmare. “Pinch me”Rachel ordered sternly.Clarke pinches her,pain waves diffuses into her body as though a bolt of lightening had struck her from head to toe. She heaves a sigh of relief as it was confirmed she was back to reality. “Where the fuck did you go last night??” she asked,eyes wide,ever ready to pluck his eyeballs out. “Babe....you haven't explained this sudden jolt out of bed ...you scared me”Clarke sounded with so much concern.He ran his hand through her hair and smeared the little droplet of tears off her face. “Baby you can always tal
CHAPTER 31Hormones Rachel gasped, her eyes wide with shock as she slowly spun in place. She stumbled like a drunken sailor around her parlor, arms flailing wildly as if searching for something that wasn't there. "But it was just a dream," she whimpered, bringing her shaking fingers up to pinch her skin. Pain surged through her body and proving the nightmare was real. The sound of commercials blaring from the TV seemed distant and insignificant compared to the thumping of Rachel's heart and the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. A heavy weight hung around her neck, pressing against her collarbone with an unnatural strength. She didn't know if it was fear or reality choking the life out of her, but it grew more oppressive by the second. She could not resist the impulse to touch this object.Mustering all her courage, Rachel reached up to feel a smooth metal chain she never wore before. It felt both strange and familiar on her skin. She bent and gazed keenly. It was si
CHAPTER 30Rachel slumps woodenly on the couch breathing profusely like she has just run a mile. “ooh Lord...”She claps her hand in a prayer position and bows her head. “Dorothea Puente....Joanna Dennehy and their likes did worse than I did and they didn't suffer this guilt.....please take my guilt away”.The dark and intense scent that evokes facets of saffron was not perceived in the room,Clarke's absence was definitely smelled.She draws out her phone from her purse,and checks the time. “Its none of my business.....he is a grown man anyways”She shrugs her shoulders and proceeds to her room.Meanwhile,Clarke perched anxiously on the large stools in the bar,sipping slowly his cold beer. “......you are waiting for Derek,I presume?”The fine, luxurious looking bartender asked as he passed another glass of beer to Clarke. “I haven't seen him in a long time and he isn't really picking my calls or replying my text.....I'm so scar