Chapter 39
The Perfect Match
Slurping and burping could be heard. Froth and foam loudly squirted from the coffee machines. Rochelle stared out of the window. The sun was shining and everyone was enjoying the warmth before it disappeared (again). Rochelle pinched the bridge of her nose. Her hangover was not getting better. She sipped on her skinny latte. The warm forth and foam entered her mouth. It made the headache bearable. She squinted her eyes. The sun was indeed bright. Brighter than Rochelle thought. Maybe she should have brought her sunglasses. It illuminated the room with lines of light.
Buzzing and pings exploded from Rochelle's phone.
"Where the hell are you?"-Trevor.
"Your Mum is quite pissed."- Dad.
"Mum is about to have a fit. xx"-Madison.
"WAIT UNTIL YOU GET HOME, ROCHELLE AMY DRILOVSKY!" Angry Emoji Face times by 4. – Mum.
Rochelle placed her head in her hands. She can't deal with this anymore. Tapping the coffee mug with her fingertips, her nerves getting the better of her. She flicked her red hair away from her eyes. She could feel the migraine getting bigger as the sun continued to shine. Slurping could be heard from her stomach, the drink was coming back up. How was she going to explain this to her parents? Her weird behavior, missing classes from her course, rarely returning home at night. She couldn't tell them the truth, it would crush them. She felt dirty. She felt like she was betraying Scott. But Scott was no longer hers. He was now with a skiing-instructor with luscious blonde hair. Rochelle placed her head on the table. Things use to be easy. Things use to be less complicated. She shouldn't blame herself, it wasn't her fault, but she felt like it was her fault. Surely he was lured into temptation. Surely she was still attractive, beautiful, and innocent? Especially to him. But she knows, she knows not trust him again, to fall back into his arms and control.
Her yellow raincoat draped over the wooden chair. The café slowly calmed down, no more breakfast orders as twelve o'clock was drawing near. Soon it will be lunch. After sipping the last of her latte, she pushed her chair away from the table and stood up as uninterested as she could try. She grabbed her raincoat and black bag. She had a lot of thinking and explaining to do, or should I say lying.
Rochelle stopped at the front door. It was an olive green colour, which is her mother's favourite colour, Rochelle on the other hand did not care for the colour. She placed her ear to the door, she could hear her mother banging pots against the counters. She was furiously trying to cook stew for dinner. Rochelle took a deep breath. Should she go in?.. Or just walk away. She preferred the second option better. As she turned on her heel, the front door crept opened. Trevor's long freckled arm grabbed Rochelle's shoulders. "I don't think so." His red stubble on his chin gave him a mature look, yet he was still childish. More childish than Rochelle. He yanked her into the unknown danger that awaited for her. The bang of the door alerted Rochelle's worried parents. "Where have you been?!" bellowed Fanny. She had her red apron covering her clean grey top and black leggings. The smell of Lamb stew entered Rochelle's nose. "Bed Empty! No word, text or note!" Fanny shouted. Rochelle's ears pricked up, much like a cat's. The cat was hiding behind the television, Smarties his name was. Rochelle stood staring into her mother's eyes. She could see tear forming. "What do you have to say for yourself?" Fanny asked. Patton was admiring her firmness. He was standing in awe. After being married to Fanny for fifty five years, he got use to the hot headness and found it an attraction. "I'm going for a shower." Rochelle replied. "Rochelle!" Madison called from upstairs. She had another fight with Ben and couldn't handle the heat over there. Trevor grabbed Rochelle's hand. He must had taken a day off from work, for her. "You owe your mum an apology." Patton said. Rochelle wiggled away from Trevor's grasp. "Don't worry about little me. I mean you don't do it anyway. It's just Rochelle. She's not as beautiful as Madison or socialable as Trevor or funny. I mean it's just Rochelle." She said. Tears weld up in her eyes. Fanny pulled her close. "Why do you think like that?" she asked. Tears fell down both their faces. "We love you equally. And equally worry as well." Fanny stroked Rochelle's hair gently. Patton patted Rochelle's back. He would have to cancel that search party and the missing person's report. "You're smarter than both me and /Madison." Trevor smiled. "Hey, speak for yourself." Called Madison. She was not in the mood for his trash talking. Ben was texting and calling her. Trevor stretched and went towards the kitchen, he will be needing lots of coffee for this. "Go have a nice shower." Fanny said as she wiped her daughter's tears away with her sleeves. Rochelle walked up the stairs with her pounding headache. "Patton, she has a problem. I smelt drink off her." Fanny whispered. Rochelle could still hear her from the top of the stairs. Tears flooded Rochelle's eyes more, she knew she had a problem too. But admitting it to her family, she couldn't do.
The sky was a bright blue, white fluffy clouds invaded it. "We'll see you at one o'clock." Patton stated. Rochelle banged the car door. She didn't want to go, but if it meant her getting better and her mother happy, she was willing to try.
"Today, we'll be discussing emotions." The woman's jeweled silver glassed shone in the sunlight. Her white hair matched her complexion. The clipboard awkwardly sat on her legs with the rest of her notes. "Let's discuss anxiety." She said. The group of teenagers sat with their hands in their pockets. They were all sitting in a circle around this woman who was in the middle. The talking, the fake smiling, the awkward silences, the 'team building' exercises. "Great session everyone. Rochelle could you come over here please." She called. Rochelle sighed and rolled her eyes. "You've been going to these sessions for three weeks. Why don't you try and socialize a bit?" the woman said. Her purple cardigan did not go with her green leggings. "I don't really know anyone here." She replied. A few of the teenagers have been going weeks before her, they already past the awkward name remembering. She felt like she was being judged, for she was the only in the group that also has a drinking problem. She didn't want to talk to anyone anyway. All she wanted was to be in her bed, away from the outside world. "Just reconsider it, please. You might be surprised at what you might find." The woman replied, as she patted Rochelle's back. She grabbed the chairs from the middle and placed them to the side where large windows sat. Rochelle shook her head. No one understood. She sniffed, she deeply missed and craved the drink. The lovely stinging feeling she would get. The pain made her forget about him but also punished her. She had to be punished. Rochelle's hands began to shake. She had to get a glass of water. As she opened the door to the reception, her eyes began to flutter. Her vision was going blurry. The pounding in her head returned. As she put her left foot in front of her right, the vision disappeared and she came crashing down. She could feel soft pair of hands, around her stomach. She cried out "Water. Water. Vodka." Before she completely fainted and disappeared from the real world all together.
"Rochelle. Rochelle." A pair of hands shook Rochelle's shoulders. She could feel a stabbing pain in her head, chest and arm. She fluttered her eyes opened. "She's awake." Smiled Patton. Fanny was holding a handkerchief to her nose. Her eyes were swollen with redness. "What's wrong?" Rochelle asked. She tried to move, but her father grabbed her. "Don't move honey." He said while kissing her forehead. "Why can't I-.." she began when the shooting pain returned. She looked down at her chest, their laid hospital clothes. Her surroundings began to make clear now, white sheets and walls, with curtains and machines that beeped. She touched her stomach. Was that stitches. She lifted her clothes up. A long black line of stitches underneath her breast. "What happened?!" she screamed. Tears fell down her eyes. "You fainted at the therapist centre. And they rushed you up here. And-…" began Patton. He choked up. "And they gave you a new liver. It was badly damaged by alcohol." Cried Fanny. Rochelle stared down at her body. What had she done? "And I'm guessing I fell flat on my face." Rochelle said while wiping her tears away. "No actually, a guy caught you before you dropped." Replied Patton however he sounded somewhat annoyed. "Really?" Rochelle replied. Who was this mystery man?
The trees whished in the wind. The light breeze carried the green leaves. Rochelle smiled. She loved the fresh air. She was reading one of the may fashion magazines that Sophie had created a new line of clothes for. Madison had also probably modeled for them as well, however she was now retired from that business. "Honey, that ex of yours is at the door for you." Called Fanny. Rochelle closed her magazine quickly. She grabbed her walking stick and slowly made her way towards the kitchen. She was still in slight pain from surgery. As she made her way from the backdoor to the front door, it was ten minutes later. She slid the door opened and there standing was Scott. He had now a beard and looked like he hadn't slept for weeks. "Rochelle." He said. He went onto his knees. "I was such an idiot. You're the only one for me. I'm so sorry." He said. His hands formed into a praying position. "What do you say, Rochelle?" he asked. Rochelle was speechless. Her hair bunches flowed with the wind. Could she take him back? "I take that as a yes." He said. He leaned in for a kiss. Everyone in Rochelle's household were watching from the front window. Surprisingly a good view point to the front porch. Rochelle pushed his body away from her. "No. I'll won't be your fool any longer. I'm done. And I'll never go back to you." Rochelle said. She could hear cheering and claps from her living room. She turned around and her whole family ducked under the window. "But.. But-.." began Scott. Rochelle placed her finger over his mouth. "You'll find another person, and another person. People like you never change." Rochelle stated. She walked backwards and closed the front door behind her, she let out her breath. She finally felt free.
*Two weeks later*
"And so that concludes our session today." Smiled the therapist. Everyone smiled, next week would be their last. Rochelle smiled, the largest smile she could do. She turned towards the seat that sat across from her. It was a new person to the session. He had gold blonde hair, and grey eyes. He looked absolutely beautiful, especially to Rochelle. She couldn't help but smile and blush at him, even when he returned her stare, she couldn't look away. "Hi, I'm Rochelle." She said while looking deeply into his eyes. "I know, we've met before. I'm the guy who saved you from hitting the floor." He said. Rochelle shook her head. What… It was him. He searched his backpack for a certain item, and as he found it, he grinned. He pulled it out and placed it in front of Rochelle, as the people in the room began to leave. "I'm Owen." He said as he placed the red rose into her hand. She blushed. Was he the one? And will they both be perfect together. Becoming the perfect match? Only the future knows. But she could feel something was there, and it felt right.
Ta, da! Another chapter gone and not long now until the final three/four will be uploaded! Anyway guys I will be going on holiday tomorrow night, so I will attempt either one or two more stories tonight and tomorrow. Enjoy reading and have a brilliant day.
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