Chapter 33

The Age Gap

Noise irrupted inside the room. A man was arrested for trying to take drugs past security. Rochelle yawned. It was far too early for her. It was eight o'clock in the morning. But she was still excited. She was going on holiday with her boyfriend, Scott to the Alps. The Alps. She has never been to the Alps before, but she still couldn't believe her parents were letting her go.

Scott held onto her hand tighter. He was anxious around crowds of people. She smiled as she pecked his cheek. His shoulders loosened a little bit. The smell of coffee wafted around their noses. The queue for the breakfast bars were too long, so they decided to buy sandwiches at a store.

"This is murder." said Rochelle. She wasn't a morning person. The plane had been delayed for another two hours, and to make matters worse her back was killing her. Silence filled the air. They had been sitting there for five minutes now. "I'll be back in a minute." Scott said stiffly. Rochelle nodded her head, as he got up from the bench. Where the hell was he going?… Rochelle watched as he headed towards the toilets. Chill. It's only the toilets, thought Rochelle. Every since she caught him talking to a check-out girl, Rochelle has been on the edge. She placed her headphones into her ears, she just wanted everything go perfect for their holiday.

Their flight number was called from the terminal. Rochelle looked around the place, no sign of Scott. Her worry grew bigger. Where the hell was he?, she thought. People left for their gates and were boarding their planes. Ten minutes past and still no sign of him. Rochelle placed her music player in her bag. Her hands began to shake. What if… A few security guards stared in her direction. "Flight number B2184, make your way to your terminal please. Last call." the woman said through the speakers. Rochelle began to twiddle her thumbs. Will she have to go by herself, and meet him there… Two arms wrapped around her body from behind. Rochelle yelped. "You bastard!" she shouted. A few parents gave her the disapproved look. He smirked. "Lets get on that plane." He smelt of perfume and wine. As if he was with another woman… Rochelle shook her head, lots of women were surrounding near them, surely the smell of perfume belonged to them. Not him. "Lets go." she grinned as she pulled her suitcase. He got his, and together they raced to their gate.

The plane shook a little because of turbulence. "Would you like tea or coffee, ma'am?" the flight attendant smiled. Her shiny brown hair was held up in a neat bun, and her blue uniform was spotless. Airlines are truly strict and professional with their presentation. "Tea, please." Rochelle said politely. Scott looked up from his magazine. He softly smiled as he caught the eye of the woman. She blushed lightly. Rochelle wished she could take her smile back. The woman poured the tea into Rochelle's cup, but did not take her eyes off Scott. Rochelle's eyes closed slightly to show her annoyance. Scott flashed a smile and asked for coffee. Oh, how he charmed his way through life. He always made the girls swoon over him. Rochelle's cheeks turned a burgundy colour with jealousy. "Goodbye Sir. Ma'am." The flight attendant said, as she moved to the next couple. Scott stared after her, as her bottom swished from one side to the other. Rochelle slapped his arm. He looked wounded. "What was that for?" he moaned. She took out her book. "You know what!" she whispered. He shrugged his shoulders as he closed his eyes. This was going to be a long flight to France.

The plane touched the runway. The cold air glided onto the windows. Rochelle shivered and wrapped her warm pink scarf around her. Scott took hold of her hand. Butterflies escaped from her stomach. She had of course forgiven him. For the fifth time. "Lets have fun." grinned Scott. Rochelle kissed his cheek softly. They exited the plane and made their way towards the luggage carousel.

After a long hour, the fiery haired couple received their bags. They carried them towards the exit of the airport, where their coach was waiting for them. A long journey to the hotel which was situated in the Alps. Night time came and the frosty wind picked up. Rochelle clutched her hat and scarf. She was glad she had gloves on.

Their hotel room was situated near the rear. It had an elegant décor and furnishes. If Scott had never got his promotion, they would have never came on this trip. The nightly sky shone and portrayed the Alps beautifully through the window. Rochelle gasped when she saw the fluffy robes. She almost screamed when she saw the big yellow ducky in the bathtub. "This is amazing!" she screamed. It was nearly midnight, and she was screaming her head off about ducks. She turned towards the view, she almost fainted when she saw the reindeers chewing on tree bark (don't know if reindeers are even up there). "I'm glad you like it. Only the best for my girl." Scott laughed as he hugged her from behind. Rochelle squealed. He grabbed her and threw her on the double bed playfully. She giggled. "Time for bed." she winked. He grinned and began to attack her clothes and the bed sheets. This will be a long and eventful night.

The sun shone brightly on the snow. It sparkled like jewels. Rochelle yawned and stretched as she opened one eyes. It was too bright for her, but she didn't care. Last night was… amazing. She turned towards her grown-up boyfriend and softly kissed him on his cheek. He murmured in his sleep. She would always think this was cute. But only on him. "Good morning baby." she grinned. Scott opened his eyes wide. He stared down at her. He held tightly of her body as he kissed her forehead. "Good morning gorgeous." he whispered in her ear. Shivers went up her spine.

"What are we doing today?" shouted Rochelle from the bathroom. She was busy drying her body, because she had just been in a shower. "Well I'm going to look about the place the now, come join me once you're ready." he replied. Rochelle looked funny at the door. By himself… exploring. "Sure baby, I'll see you in the lobby soon." she called back. He kissed her head before slamming the door. She jumped as she pulled on her clothes. She hated when people banged doors, like her mother, Francine.

Rochelle looked around the room, the lobby looked more expensive in the sunlight. She peered around the tall bald man that stood in front of her. She hated when people stand in her line of vision. "Where the hell is he?" she said out loud. She continued her search of the room until after a few minutes gave up and continued to the buffet breakfast in the other room. As many people took platefuls of food, she only took what she needed; cereal, bacon, bread, orange juice, her essentials. As she crunched on the dry piece of bread, her eyes caught something in the corner. A red-haired man leaving the room with the waitress. A young, sexy looking waitress with brown hair. Why was it always the brown haired girls…. She furiously stood up from her seat. No way was she standing with it any longer. She stormed out of the café area towards the lobby. She peered around furiously. No sign of him. "Excuse me, did you see one of your waitresses with a red haired man?" Rochelle asked the clerk at the desk. He stared at her for a moment, until his memory came back. "You mean Gemma. She's just left towards the Gym area, probably showing him around." he replied. She nodded her head. Her face was turning bright red. Showing him around, that's the oldest trick in the book, she thought. She stomped her way through the lobby towards the Gym. No more nice girl.

The smell of sweat and chlorine entered Rochelle's nostrils. She could taste the salt and water in her mouth. She felt sick. A few gymnasts stared at her beauty, even when she was angry she was still cute. She flicked her hair out of her eyes angrily. No time to be nice. She pushed through the strong males towards the swimming area.

Soft relaxing music could be heard from the sauna. A note posted to the door stating it was 'closed for cleaning'. Rochelle glared hard at it. Whispered giggles could be heard from the room. That was it. She banged the door open. An embarrassed honeymooned couple were naked. Rochelle blushed heavily. "Sorry." she shouted, as she slammed the door. The water from the room escaped onto the floor by running down the door. Rochelle slipped and caught hold of the handle. A scream escaped from her mouth. A fiery haired man opened the second sauna door. Scott clutched the towel around him. The waitress behind him, half naked. "Rochelle…" he said, while gulping. She stood still, staring at the two offenders. How could he… Tears fell down her face. "YOU ARSSHOLE!" she screamed. She launched herself at him, while punching his chest. "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME! AFTER I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING!" she screeched. Her throat began to dry up from the salty tears and shouting. The waitress looked furious as well. "You told me that was your sister!" she said, while grabbing her clothes. "Gemma!" Scott shouted as the woman left the pair. "GEMMA!? WHAT ABOUT FUCKING ME! DON'T I MATTER!" she screamed. She couldn't handle this anymore. She punched him in the private area. He yelped as he clutched the tender area. She ran towards her room. She was leaving his cheating after a year of his behaviour and flirting. She was finally ready to get away from him. But what did she expect from a man of twenty six.

"I'm coming home early mum." sniffed Rochelle, as she listened to her mother's raves. "We can discuss this when I come back home. Right now I need some quiet time." Rochelle said. Her coach had arrived for her at the hotel. Scott's face peered out of the lobby's window. He looked sad. Sad that he got himself caught. Rochelle hung up on her mother and got on the coach. She had enough of his nonsense, his cheating, his soul-tearing frantics. She just wanted to move on and get over him. Find her true love.

"Would you like tea or Coffee Ma'am?" asked the flight attendant. Rochelle turned away from the window. She looked straight at the flight attendant. It was the same woman from the last flight. She glared silently. "No thank you." She turned back towards the window. The sun was slowly setting. Setting on her life. She felt everything she had loved had been taken from her. As the flight attendant turned away, Rochelle noticed a few bottles of vodka. She looked around before stretching over towards the trolley. She snatched them before anyone could see. "Here's to love." she said as she downed the first one. "Here's to Scott and the brown haired girls." she downed the second one. "And here's to that waitress that finally made me see." she whispered while downing the last one. She softly smiled, as tears fell down her face. She felt a little bit better.

After a year of suffering and trying to impress him with flashy words, maturity, sex, alcohol and love, she now felt a large weight lifted from her chest. Because of the age gap, she tried to be something she wasn't. She wasn't a woman yet, she was only a seventeen year old girl who was helplessly in love.

BAM! Another chapter took me what…. Five months haha! One of my longest writer blocks, pretty sure there's a longer one. Anyway I've been busy with college, friends and Christmas shopping, also my theory. (Still haven't past it! Going on my fourth try!) Also been busy with the love of my life, Darren! He's crazy and sort of weird as me. (No one can beat me!) Also it's close to my eighteenth birthday a month and about fourteen days! Super excited, because I get to go out drinking with my friends, rent/buy/go see eighteen movies, but importantly I get called an adult. Me an adult… Really haha. I mentally have a brain age of a twelve year old! Anyway good bye, I hope you liked it!

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