Rachel

Jayce

Waiting, waiting and Waiting that what I’ve been doing last four hours, no one not even Rachel seems to come, I don’t if this right address and that time I couldn’t even ask if I’m in right or waiter tricked me. Fuck, I sighed, pacing in around, hiding my hands in my coat pockets, I don’t know what temperature right nk, I just go somewhere warm or take hot bath but I don’t want to miss my only chance to meet Rachel, I just see how she is, her smile, and if I get a chance I do want to ask her why she left me right before the moment I was finally deciding to overcome my fear of love and confess my feeling for her. For once I want to be Rachel.

I pulled my phone hoping to pass some time engaging myself in some silly game but bad luck it ran out of battery. I’m so pissed right now, like I haven’t been in years. I’m this close to meeting Rachel yet time doesn’t seem to pass. Why is everything right now making me feel annoyed? All I want is to see Rachel once again.

Some more passed of me procrastinating, and I noticed footsteps approaching and the sound of two pairs of footsteps, echoing in the silence of night, and here. I don’t know why, but I decided hide myself, watching them approaching closer and closer and to door, that according to waiter is Rachel’s house, and that’s when I noticed that the woow, but even under so much layers I’m cold hecman with guy is no other Rachel, her hair that been once dyed blond now, seems to be in its original for a deep shade of brown, her face clean with no makeup, and what is weird is smiling with the stranger like she have never been with me for once. She was never so cheerful and frank around me, like she is around this man. Who the hell is?

“Only a few days and then you’ll leave,” I heard Rachel say to the man in front of him.

“What if I want to stay longer?” He smiled, as if they were very close and later he ruffled her hair, like I used to do.

“Then, I’ll kick you out,” Replied Rachel, acting annoyed, unlocking her door.

“I know you love me and you can’t do something so bad,” Love, what am I hearing is true or my playing with me. Rachel loves him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Rachel smiled, showing her tongue, before entering her house with the man she brought with her.

I’m dumbfounded. I don’t even know what to think of the situation now, all hopes, of seeing Rachel, confessing my feelings, building a life with her; all those things go right into the drain after watching how happy she is with him. Rachel was never like this with me.

I shook my head, walking back from where I came from; at least she is happy, even without me. I wish nothing but her happiness. And for me I’ll continue my life like I’ve been before Rachel came in it. Maybe that’s what I deserve.

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Rachel

I entered the inside not thinking much about this mere conversation with Daniel, yeah it’s true that he once was my best friend, someone who older than me yet someone with whom felt deeply connected with, he was someone who always protected me when someone at school bullied me, because of silence and introverted nature, even without knowing the fact that we are someone connected we were connection, he was my protector, someone with I shared all my secret, because I know he will hurt me even unintentionally. But things change drastically when mom died when I was fifteen, and I don’t from where my father about whom I never knew that excited came in taking in his house and his life and that when I learned that fact Daniel is in fact my half brother and we are related and also that fact somehow from very beginning he knew all about truth from the very beginning. Still things were not as bad I accepted it to be but the more day that spend in their house with them truth seems come out little by little in pieces. The fact Daniel’s mom hates and she doesn’t like my presence in her house or around her husband or son. And I don’t think I blame her for that because every time she sees me she sees the image of the woman that he cheated with, behind her back.

I didn’t even know what to do at that time; I was just a teenager struggling with my life, coming face to face with one after another truth that was hiding from me all this time. The fact that each and everyone in my life, whom I love and whom I thought loves me the same, has cheated me one way or another. My mom, Daniel, and Jayce, maybe that is why I stopped hiding myself behind my fake smile and cheerful fake personality. I can’t show my real self to the world if in return all I get is hurt and cheated.

The Rachel that everyone knows or sees, cheerful bubbly always that makes everyone laugh is nothing but a coward that is too afraid to show her real self to the world.

I’m not what others think of me and I don’t want to change it.

I shook my head trying to remove the painful memories of my past that I want to forget but sadly can’t. And that’s when I heard the sound of someone sneezing from outside. I thought to ignore thinking maybe it was some pass by but then I again heard the same sound repeatedly. With the teaser in my I open the checking, then sneeze badly and why.

“Daniel,” I said, as I saw him. Sitting in front of Brandon in these very cold wearing so little warm clothes. “What are you doing here, and why haven’t you left?”

He looked at me with a small smile on his face, “Waiting for Brandon.”

“You know he never has a fixed time to come home,” I sighed seeing his miserable stage. “Come in inside and wait, I don’t want to reason for your death.”

Daniel smiled, wasting no time making his way inside the house. Sitting on the couch, I watched how badly he was shivering. I don’t know why I was outside but right now it’s not time to ask a question.

I left quickly, bringing some warm blankets wrapping my body with it.

“Tha…nk you.” He replied, still shivering.

I left again and this time brought a hot cup of cocoa with me. This might help him warm up quickly.

“Drink it while it’s warm,” I said, giving the cup sitting opposite to him.

Daniel took a sip watching me with a big smile on his face as took sip after sip. “It’s been years but you still remember this,” He said with a smile, showing me a cup of cocoa.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I said, trying to avoid the question by turning my face away from him. Daniel is one of those people who read me like an open book and the act of hiding isn’t in front of him.

He grinned. “Remember we’re children and I used to make it while tutoring you, and then you asked me to teach you a recipe and then you were the one who made it for me, when I was preparing for my med school. I’m happy that you still don’t forget everything.”

“Maybe it’s you who forgot things,” I mumbled remembering his hurtful words from the past.

Daniel’s eyes stared at me and the look on shows that he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. “What do you mean?” asked Daniel.

“Let it go,” I said, not wanting to talk about a hurtful past. Trying to leave, but Daniel grabbed my hand, stopping me from moving further.

“Not this time, you’ve to say what changed, what I did so wrong that you stopped talking to me, what happened to our childhood relationship, our bond that wasn’t bound by blood but love. Today you have an answer.” Daniel said, not wanting to end this conversation here and in the middle.

Fine if he wants answers I’ll give him one.