Day to Day chapter 3
Megan met up with Krystal the next morning for the journey to work. "Meg are you ok to be going to work? You don't look so good"
She was a little pale; "Yep, I’m fine just a little tired" She hadn't been able to sleep once she got home last night. And lay awake for hours thinking about what had happened, and with whom. It was so surreal. This sort of thing only happens in movies or in her case in her dreams every night. Not in reality. She could still feel Jon's warm breath on her skin. She got chills up and down her spine just thinking of it. The things he did to her were beyond comprehension. She could smell him. Her body willingly wanted to be near him.
The train arrived at the station and the two girls exited the train and walked the short journey to work. Megan made a determined effort to put the thoughts of Jon out of her head so she could focus on the task at hand. She succeeded for most of the day to do so. He didn't enter her head again until she was alone on the train going to her class.
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The next 5 years were very tumultuous for Megan.
Her father worked in the city and was waiting for his train on the crowded platform when 2 thugs broke out in fight. He was pushed from the platform and landed in the path of the 6:30 express. She had to give up the School of Performing arts after his death to look after her mother who had slipped into the depths of depression. She took on a job as an assistant to a woman by the name of Mrs. Partridge. The job paid more and she worked less hours so it enabled her to be there for her mother. Mrs. Partridge was a woman of around 55 who ran a business called Fundraising For Fun or more commonly Triple F. She was extremely successful and taught Megan everything she needed to know.
There was a function, her first big one with Mrs. Partridge. Where she spilled the iced water over Jon. This was the first time since ‘that day’ that Megan had seen Jon. She was so nervous that she ran. He said he would call, and she waited.
The hours turned into days, the days turned into weeks, the weeks turned into months, the months turned into years and she longed to hear from Jon. She had read about 12 months after she spent that memorable day with him in his bed at The Archibald that he married his high school sweetheart. So after 5 years Megan finally gave up. It was a fantasy, a one night stand. Probably his last fling before commitment. Nothing more. She had to come to terms with that. It was just one more thing she chalked up to experience and moved on.
Sadly 3 years almost to the day after her father died her mother slipped away in her sleep. She was diagnosed as having a broken heart. Her parents were so close they just couldn’t live without each other. At 23 she was on her own.
Megan drifted from day to day. She knew for the first time in her life what it felt like to be her mother. She was depressed. Megan floundered for about a year before the opportunity came for her to take over form Mrs. Partridge. Before taking on the roll full time Mrs. Partridge traveled with Megan and formally introduced her to everyone she needed to know in order for her to carry on the work. She threw herself into the work to get her mind of past demons and with hard work the foundation continued to be successful. After a few years Mrs. Partridge took a back seat finally and let Megan take the helm on her own. And after another few years she retired completely. Confident that Megan knew what she was doing. She was retiring to travel with her husband. She might take in a cruise or climb Everest, she wasn't exactly sure.
When Megan took over from Mrs. Partridge she changed the Foundations name to The Johnson Foundation. Megan hosted many a successful fundraiser over the next few years and was proud of her achievements. She had planned a rather large function to be held at the Archibald and was in the midst of the preparations when she got the call that Mr. and Mrs. Partridge were missing. They were on an African safari and were missing, feared dead after a stampede of wildebeest ripped through their camp. It was just one more thing Megan had to deal with in her life. But if it were any consolation Mrs. Partridge was doing something she loved. She was on an adventure. She would have preferred to go that way that be hit by a train the way her own father had gone.
After an announcement to the rest of the staff and a prayer of respect had been said the preparations went on without much of a hiccup. They were on a deadline now. With only 1 day to get everything ready and have it transported to the Archibald the pressure was on. She would make a note to have Mrs. Partridges name mentioned and dedicate this particular event to her. Most of the items to be auctioned had already arrived and had been valued, but Megan knew there would be some that wouldn't arrive until the day. They had to be prepared for that. She always enjoyed the last minute rush, it gave her a buzz. A hit of adrenaline. And she knew this one would be no different.
Saturday dawned bright and sunny. Megan skipped her morning workout to get to work early. She arrived and got the last minute things done while she waited for the rest of the staff to arrive and the transport truck to arrive. 2 Hours later everything was all organised and she drove along behind the truck enroute to the Archibald.
She was a little pale; "Yep, I’m fine just a little tired" She hadn't been able to sleep once she got home last night. And lay awake for hours thinking about what had happened, and with whom. It was so surreal. This sort of thing only happens in movies or in her case in her dreams every night. Not in reality. She could still feel Jon's warm breath on her skin. She got chills up and down her spine just thinking of it. The things he did to her were beyond comprehension. She could smell him. Her body willingly wanted to be near him.
The train arrived at the station and the two girls exited the train and walked the short journey to work. Megan made a determined effort to put the thoughts of Jon out of her head so she could focus on the task at hand. She succeeded for most of the day to do so. He didn't enter her head again until she was alone on the train going to her class.
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The next 5 years were very tumultuous for Megan.
Her father worked in the city and was waiting for his train on the crowded platform when 2 thugs broke out in fight. He was pushed from the platform and landed in the path of the 6:30 express. She had to give up the School of Performing arts after his death to look after her mother who had slipped into the depths of depression. She took on a job as an assistant to a woman by the name of Mrs. Partridge. The job paid more and she worked less hours so it enabled her to be there for her mother. Mrs. Partridge was a woman of around 55 who ran a business called Fundraising For Fun or more commonly Triple F. She was extremely successful and taught Megan everything she needed to know.
There was a function, her first big one with Mrs. Partridge. Where she spilled the iced water over Jon. This was the first time since ‘that day’ that Megan had seen Jon. She was so nervous that she ran. He said he would call, and she waited.
The hours turned into days, the days turned into weeks, the weeks turned into months, the months turned into years and she longed to hear from Jon. She had read about 12 months after she spent that memorable day with him in his bed at The Archibald that he married his high school sweetheart. So after 5 years Megan finally gave up. It was a fantasy, a one night stand. Probably his last fling before commitment. Nothing more. She had to come to terms with that. It was just one more thing she chalked up to experience and moved on.
Sadly 3 years almost to the day after her father died her mother slipped away in her sleep. She was diagnosed as having a broken heart. Her parents were so close they just couldn’t live without each other. At 23 she was on her own.
Megan drifted from day to day. She knew for the first time in her life what it felt like to be her mother. She was depressed. Megan floundered for about a year before the opportunity came for her to take over form Mrs. Partridge. Before taking on the roll full time Mrs. Partridge traveled with Megan and formally introduced her to everyone she needed to know in order for her to carry on the work. She threw herself into the work to get her mind of past demons and with hard work the foundation continued to be successful. After a few years Mrs. Partridge took a back seat finally and let Megan take the helm on her own. And after another few years she retired completely. Confident that Megan knew what she was doing. She was retiring to travel with her husband. She might take in a cruise or climb Everest, she wasn't exactly sure.
When Megan took over from Mrs. Partridge she changed the Foundations name to The Johnson Foundation. Megan hosted many a successful fundraiser over the next few years and was proud of her achievements. She had planned a rather large function to be held at the Archibald and was in the midst of the preparations when she got the call that Mr. and Mrs. Partridge were missing. They were on an African safari and were missing, feared dead after a stampede of wildebeest ripped through their camp. It was just one more thing Megan had to deal with in her life. But if it were any consolation Mrs. Partridge was doing something she loved. She was on an adventure. She would have preferred to go that way that be hit by a train the way her own father had gone.
After an announcement to the rest of the staff and a prayer of respect had been said the preparations went on without much of a hiccup. They were on a deadline now. With only 1 day to get everything ready and have it transported to the Archibald the pressure was on. She would make a note to have Mrs. Partridges name mentioned and dedicate this particular event to her. Most of the items to be auctioned had already arrived and had been valued, but Megan knew there would be some that wouldn't arrive until the day. They had to be prepared for that. She always enjoyed the last minute rush, it gave her a buzz. A hit of adrenaline. And she knew this one would be no different.
Saturday dawned bright and sunny. Megan skipped her morning workout to get to work early. She arrived and got the last minute things done while she waited for the rest of the staff to arrive and the transport truck to arrive. 2 Hours later everything was all organised and she drove along behind the truck enroute to the Archibald.
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