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Dinner at the Colemans- part 8





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The silence was deafening.

How could a well thought out plan like theirs have failed completely?

Rose had always been the simpler one. The one who understood everyone’s motive, always ready to take one for the team. It had always seemed like she could not stand being first, being prioritized. She acted like some things were too good for her. Like she deserved only the backbench.
Lauren had always been her hero, the one who showed up on behalf of them both, who fought their battles and packed all the laurels too. Rose had grown up in Lauren’s shadow, but it was never an issue.

Until Luke.

Lauren had already relocated to Finland when Rose and Luke began their romance. Giddy eyed from the appearance of love, Rose had sent Lauren a dashing picture of Luke before introducing him to anyone else. In her words…
“You have always told me I deserve the best, I think the best finally found me”.

But he was hardly the best. Lauren had known him briefly; they had worked in the same organization for about three months. He hardly noticed her though, she was merely the intern in Marketing. He was the ruthless achiever in Sales, popular for using people and talking them down- all that mattered was results and promotions.

Instinctively, Lauren knew Rose had made a bad decision again, and she told her without mincing words. Lauren’s prophecy soon found fulfilment, it was not long before the first slap came. Luke slapped Rose at one of Lagos’ most prestigious exclusive restaurants and thereafter bought her a car to apologize.

That one incident created a gulf between two sisters who had been inseparable from the womb. Lauren vowed to never support Rose as long as Luke was in the picture. Rose vowed to never let Luke go, he was her prince charming and Lauren could very well go and express her displeasure to a transformer.
Even at their wedding, when Rose’s only surviving aunty and her family had come to witness their joining at the registry, no one mentioned Lauren.
Luke never met Lauren, never heard of her.

Until today.

No one told him when Lauren returned to Nigeria three months ago and the sisters reconnected. He had no idea that Rose’s frequent late-night outings in recent times were to Lauren and Jason’s short-let apartment at Oniru. He did not know that Rose had shown them her marks and told her story of despair.

Rising for her sister, as she had always done, Lauren devised a plan that would help them catch Luke red-handed. A plan that would reveal him for the abuser and terror that he is.

Phase 1. They had dropped baits for Luke over the past month. Signs that would lead him to think Rose was cheating. They had even ensured that he saw a picture of Jason and Lauren tangled together in a very compromising way. They knew he would assume the woman in the picture was Rose.

Phase 2. Lauren would spend a week pretending to be Rose in the house Luke and Rose called home. Her task was to rile up the monster in Luke and she had done a good job. She had also kept her accomplices informed all the way.  

Phase 3. D-day would come, anniversary dinner which Luke had customarily cooked every year for the three years they have been married. Lauren would confess to an affair, Luke would lose his cool and display his inner madness, Jason and Rose would arrive at just the right time and the police would save the day.

Oh, the police! They would be here any minute.
This looked bad. Really bad. Jason looked around wondering what to do. He should not have told Lauren to swap Luke’s gun earlier. It was supposed to be for her defence, but now she was bleeding from its effect.  He did not even have a gun license.  
He had put the one woman he loved in danger, she had trusted him to show up but he had been too late.
Battling tears, Jason watched as Rose and Luke battled to save Lauren’s life, all the while contemplating an exit plan.

They heard the door give way before they saw the black-clad figures.
The police had arrived.

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