Chapter 3

Chapter 3
The moment Sheila Carter was waiting for. Someone knocked at her door. She opened it, and it was Scott Grainger. Scott swept her off her feet and kissed her passionately. He told her he realized that as soon as he met her, he knew he was making a mistake staying with Lauren Fenmore. He whispered in her ear, “You’re the one I love. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Sheila was elated, and their passion led to the bedroom. Suddenly, the phone interrupted their lovemaking. The phone rang a second time, a third time…
She woke up alone. It was just a dream. The phone rang a fifth time. She reluctantly answered it. It was her cousin, Lauren Fenmore calling. An upbeat Lauren said “Hey cuz. How are you this morning?”. Sheila said, “I’m just fine Lauren. How are you?” in a sarcastic tone. Sheila stopped her sarcasm and remembered her solemn vow that in order to get close to Scott, she must be nice to her “cuz” and pretend to like her. Sheila made a remarkable comeback, “I’m so sorry Lauren. I really didn’t mean to be rude. I just woke up, and I often am moody early in the morning after a sleepless night.” Thinking about your fiancé, Sheila thought to herself. Lauren said: “Oh Sheila, I’m so sorry for waking you. Say, do you want to come over to my house for coffee? I want us to get close, Sheila. We are cousins after all. Besides, it will be so much fun getting to know each other, especially since we were kept apart for all these years.” Sheila decided to be as upbeat as her eccentric cousin was being: “Sure Lauren. I’ll see you at 11?”. Lauren said, “Perfect! See you then. Bye love!”. Sheila just let go of the receiver.
Sheila drove to Lauren’s, and she talked to herself. She intended to keep an open mind, to try to have a good time at Lauren’s place. Besides, what made her feel 100% better is the opportunity she could undertake should Scott would be there…
When Sheila arrived at Lauren’s house, her romantic rival welcomed her into her house. Coffee was on, and Lauren told Sheila to make herself at home. Just like that, Sheila saw something that made her sick to her stomach: a picture of Scott and Lauren on the wall unit of Lauren’s living room. Sheila abruptly excused herself, and vomited in the washroom. Her nausea was replaced with complete and utter rage. She knew now more than ever that she had to steal Scott away from Lauren. Sheila possessed a clever wit, and had abilities to think her strategies to the fullest extent before proceeding with it. She then told herself that she must remain calm, cool, and collected in order to win Scott and get him out of Lauren’s clutches. The first thing that had to be done: win Lauren’s implicit trust. When Sheila emerged from the lavatory, she had a huge smile on her face, however artificial it was.
Sheila and Lauren had a marvellous time. Sheila really brought new meaning to the expression “showtime”. The marvel of their second meeting was about to get even more interesting. As Sheila went out the door, she ran into Scott Grainger. This time, it was for real.
Lauren was so happy to see her fiancé. She flew right into his arms and they started kissing. Sheila was about to cry, and she was pea green with envy. Scott witnessed the painful look on Sheila’s face, and he took pity on her. The woman he danced with not too long ago, the one who stole his heart. Sheila said she wasn’t feeling well, so she had to go. As Sheila was walking back to her car, she wiped the artificial tears from her eyes and did something desperate, drastic, and utterly thoughtless according to her intellectual faculties. She took her pocketknife from her purse and slashed her own tires. She started cursing out loud, to get Scott’s attention and to momentarily keep him away from Lauren so she can make her seductive move.
Scott and Lauren heard her, and rushed out in the rain to help Sheila. Lauren called the car insurance company to have the car towed away since the damage Sheila inflicted was extensive. Lauren asked Scott to drive Sheila home, and they both were reluctant, but Lauren insisted. Scott promised his fiancée he would be back soon. YES, Sheila exclaimed in her diabolical frame of mind.
The lift was silent at first, but Scott broke the ice:
“Sheila, I’m sorry about that night at the party. I didn’t mean to lead you on.”
“It’s okay, really.”
“No, it’s not. I’m engaged and I should be happy with Lauren, but I’m not.”
“Why aren’t you happy with my cousin, Scott?”
“Because I don’t love her. I’ve known Lauren Fenmore all my life, and I don’t even know why we’re getting married.”
Sheila got a sick enjoyment out of this. “Is there someone else, Scott?”
“Somewhat”.
“What does that mean, Scott?”
“A couple of weeks ago, I met someone else at a party, and I was strongly attracted to her.”
“Really?! Who was it?”
“You, Sheila. You are the one I want to be with.”
“It’s funny because I feel the same way about you, Scott. I can give you more love than Lauren ever could.”
Scott then leaned over, and they shared a passionate kiss. They kept making out with little hesitation from Scott, who seemed to forget about his commitment to Lauren. As Scott began fondling her breasts, she told him to stop. He wouldn’t listen, and she slapped him and yelled “STOP!”. She began thinking about what happened 2 years ago, when she was raped. This wasn’t the moment Sheila Carter had been waiting for. She quickly realized that she wasn’t ready for this stage, yet…