Dear Jocelyn Episode 27 & 28

DEAR
JOCELYN
Episode 27
By: Faith Lucky.
 
 
Audrey’s Pov:
“You bit-ch!” She snarled as she took a glas-s of wine from the table and poured it on me.
I g@sped and stood up and the rest of the students in the cafe turned towards us.
“Megan, what are you…” I tried speaking, but she poured another glas-s of jui-ce on me.
“You’re nothing but a shameless gold digger – a who-re!
“Take a look at yourself, Audrey. Shouldn’t you know your clas-s? Did you really think you could have a chance with Rodney?” She asked angrily and gave her bag to Edith.
I moved backwards and just when she was about hitting me; someone stepped in.
“Megan!” The strict voice called from behind and we all turned to see who it was.
It was Megan’s mum!
Few of the students started whispering and Megan withdrew her hands and moved away from me.
“Megan what’s the meaning of this?” Mrs James asked angrily as She stood in front of us.
“Have you gone sane? Why are you creating such a scene?
“I c@m£ to surprise you by giving you a lift from school and this is what I get? What’s wrong with you?”
Megan remained quiet.
“Apologise immediately” she said.
“But mum…”
“I said now!”
Megan’s head had become swollen with anger as she turned to face me.
“I’m sorry” she said angrily and ran away.
I was gobsma-cked.
Mrs James gave a final stare at me and also left.
I quic-kly took my bag and ran away from the cafe.
I couldn’t believe what happened.
I looked at my stained dress. It was such a mess. I nee-ded to go home and change it.
Rodney’s Pov:
I sat in the h0tel room, staring at Jocelyn’s picture. For the first time in long time, I felt so nervous about doing something. And I hoped I was doing the right thing.
I could remember the question she – Audrey – had asked me when we were having pasta:
*Um…Mr Rodney, what am I to you?*
I still remembered everything and I was sure what I was about to do would definitely change things between us. I knew she might get hurt. But I wouldn’t do it if there were any other option.
I nee-ded to make her un-derstand what was going on – the k!ssand everything.
I knew she was still confused about the whole thing. Even when she had come to return the credit card, I could clearly re-ad the depression on her face. She was confused and I nee-ded to explain things to her.
I looked at Jocelyn’s picture again – my dear Jocelyn.
I nee-ded to do the right thing.
Audrey’s Pov:
I was on the night shift.
I was disposing some dirt in the trash bin when one of my Co workers c@m£ up to me.
“Hi Audrey. Mr Rodney’s calling for you. He’s on the second floor – room 12” the spiffy lady said and left immediately.
I bec@m£ paranoid.
I emptied the trash bag and found it difficult moving from there. I was so nervous.
Why was he calling me? What was I going to say?
It took me quite some time before I was able to go for the meeting.
I kept fiddling with my hands as I entered the elevator and waited for it to land.
In a short while, the elevator got to the second floor and the door opened and I walked out. I could feel my forehead sweating.
I got to the door but was scared to knock.
I had been the one praying for Mr Rodney to talk to me; but now he’s finally calling for me, I was scared. I wondered what his reply would be and I was scared to find out.
What if he admits to the k!ss? What would I say? But was It possible?
Well, there was only one way to find out.
After gathering more than enough courage, I knocked on the door and his de-ep , yet, sweet masculine voice said from inside:
“Come in”.
I slowly opened the door and walked in and there I met him sitting on the be-d, smoking.
 
DEAR
JOCELYN
Episode 28
By: Faith Lucky.
Audrey’s Pov:
I closed the door quietly and stood in front of him; but he wasn’t looking at me, he was looking at the table. And the table was such a mess – phones, cigarettes; ashes, drinks, cu-ps, books…
“Um…good evening Mr Rodney” I greeted with a little crack in my voice.
I faked a smile and looked at the floor.
“Thanks for coming’ he replied in a serene voice and kept the burning cigarette on the table.
He didn’t say anything as he just poured out drink from his bottle into a cu-p and drank from it.
“M…Mr Rodney” I called calmly.
“You s£nt for me”.
He emptied the drink in the cu-p into his mouth and after that, brou-ght out a paper from a book and gave it to me.
I collected it, not knowing what it was at first.
“That’s a cheque of 3 million” he said and f0rç£d himself to look at me.
“I want you to take it and forget everything that happened between us”.
My feet wo-bbled as I almost lost my stamina and fell to the floor.
I looked at the cheque which was shaking in my hand and looked back at Rodney. Was this really coming from him?
All my expectations, everything,;was this what it resulted into? Paying me off like I was a burden?
What about our friendsh!p? Was he going to bid everything un-der the rug? Am I going to become a stranger to him again? Why was he trying to break my heart this way?
I looked at him again and this time around, he had resumed smoking. He wasn’t even looking at me again.
I tried talking but noticed my voice was croaky. So I hesitated a little.
“Mr Rodney” I called and sniffed, trying to make sure by all means I didn’t cry.
“I…I don’t get what you’re talking about. I mean, I don’t un-derstand what you want me to forget. Ap@rt from the friendsh!pwe shared, I don’t think there was anything going on between us” .
I paused and sniffed again
“So, if that’s the reason you’re giving met this cheque, then I’m sorry I can’t accept it.”
My voice was coming out weak. I moved closer to the table and dropped the cheque back on it. Rodney had st©pped smoking.
I turned around and started towards the door, but st©pped right in front of it, my hand wra-pped around the handle.
“Thanks anyway” I added tearfully and walked out.
Rodney’s Pov:
I stood up immediately a she left and moved over to face the window.
I brushed my f!ngersinto my hair and threw the burning cigarette on the floor.
What am I even doing? Why did I have to create such a mess? I knew she was hurt; I could feel her pains.
My life was just too frustrating. When will It ever end?
I brou-ght out Jocelyn’s picture and stared at it. I didn’t want to betray her, but I was so sick of frustration. Was death the best thing for me now?
Audrey’s Pov:
I couldn’t control my tears anymore. Immediately I locked the door behind me, I bur-sted into tears and ran into the elevator.
I’ve never been so hurt in my life before. What was I even thinking? Why did I have to believe in a fairytale?
I got out of the elevator and sat on the floor in the pas-sage. Scalding tears kept streaming down my cheeks freely. I huddled my arms and legs and leaned my head on the wall, weeping bitterly.
I remembered his hurtful words:
*Forget everything that happened between us*
But why? Did they mean nothing? Like, nothing at all?
I remembered our beautiful moments together. I could recall when he had carried me up in his arms when I was drun!k. I could remember singing for him at the bar and how I had made him laugh.
I could recall the fun time we had when we were eating pasta – all the sp@ñking and laughing . I remembered everything and it hurt so much to know he wants me to get rid of them.
This was exactly what I was afraid of – losing out friendsh!p. I had a feeling our friendsh!pmight end when he leaves and that was exactly what happened.
But I really liked him and didn’t want to be away from him.
But perhaps, it was only a fantasy.
Rachel’s Pov:
I sat on the be-d and tapped Audrey.
“Audrey wake up; it’s late” I said impatiently and took the duvet from her b©dy.
She opened her eyes weakly and covered herself back with the duvet.
“What’s the meaning of this? Won’t you be going to school today?” I asked and hit her legs.
She opened her eyes again and this time around, tears poured out.
What?
“I nee-d to sleep Rachel” she said in a weak voice and sniffed.
I flin-ched.
“Audrey what’s wrong with you? Are you crying? you’ve been so moody since you returned home this morning. What happened?” I asked worried.
She took in a de-ep breath with her eyes still closed and replied fraily:
“I just want to be alone”.
Megan’s Pov:
I stood facing the window with a glas-s of wine in my hand. Edith was sitting on the be-d behind me.
We didn’t say anything to each other for a while until I left the window and took a seat, facing her.
“Edith, why’s all these happening to me?” I asked with frustration.
“Why do all my efforts keep going down the drain? Rodney and I grew up as childhood friends, but ever since Jocelyn died, he ha-rd ly sees me as a friend. He keeps pushing me out. But he was comfortable enough to spend days with that Audrey of a lady. And even when I caught them and he knows I’m still angry over it, he didn’t make an attempt to apologise to me. He hasn’t even called me since then.
“And now, even my mum is siding with her. My mum had to make me apologise to that piece of garbage in public. I’ve never been so embarras-sed in my life before.
“And Rodney, he doesn’t care about a thing. No matter how ha-rd I try, hrs still sli-pping throu-gh my f!ngers. I’m so confused, Edith. What could be wrong?”
Edith remained silent, as if lose in thoughts.
“Edith, why aren’t you saying something?” I asked impatiently and she leaned forward.
“I’ve been thinking of something Megan” she said as she placed her hand on her chin.
I looked at her confused.
Then, almost immediately, she smiled and cl@pped her hands.
“Yes!” She exclaimed happily.
“I think I’ve gotten an idea Megan”
“What idea? What is it?” I asked with a gush of curiosity.
“I think I’ve gotten a perfect idea. And with this, Rodney’s sure to be yours” she replied with a fatuous smile.
 
TBC.

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