2 years ago
It was the middle of the night. Charlotte and I just got done with a kill, we both were drunk off our asses. We left the bar about 30 minutes ago and now I was just driving around hoping we weren't going to get pulled over.
"Wait. Stop. Henry, there's a park!" she exclaimed pointing to the rundown playground. I swiftly pulled in the parking lot of the playground and charlotte hopped out,
"We should go on the swings," she said excitedly. Her eyes lit with a childish gleam, I got out of the car and noticed that it was pitch black outside but my headlights gave us a little light.
"Are you sure it's a safe baby?" I questioned as she got on one of the swings, looking at the rusted metal on the chain of the swing.
"Get your fine ass on the swing Henry! C'mon it's fine." She screamed.
"Shush baby. You're going to wake the neighbors," I hissed. She laughed and covered her mouth.
"Sorry!" She whispered. I sat on the swing that was next to hers and kicked my feet forward, I turned my head to look at her. She looks so beautiful in the dim light, her cheeks are flushed with a hint of red from her drinking way too many margaritas. As I stared at her, I wanted to know Rachel on a different level. Past her badass persona and the iron wall, she has blocked around her heart. She was so closed off. I want to know more about her, every time I asked a question about her childhood she would brush me off by changing the suspect.
"Baby why did we decide to get drunk tonight? You know your boss is going to be pissed. Because we have a new target tomorrow.'' I stated. She rolled her eyes,
"That kill was our 10th kill together! Isn't that great?! Now THAT'S something worth celebrating." she expressed with wild hand motions. I nodded and smiled,
"I didn't know you were keeping track," I muttered. She looked down with embarrassment. This is a new side of her, she never got embarrassed. Well-, she never showed it.
"Shut up dummy." she snapped.
"Whatever you say baby," I replied with a chuckle.
"Why do you always call me baby? Do I remind you of someone?" she asked me, throwing me a confused look. I looked at my shoes and kicked up making me swing forward,
"The name suits you. Plus I don't want you to call you by your real name. That's too formal. And the only person you remind me of is my soulmate." I covered my mouth in shock. I can't believe I just said that! Oh my god. She probably thinks I'm crazy.
"Really?" she questioned with a grin. She was blushing,
"Yeah I have a crush on you," I said with all seriousness. She looked at me with a smile, then her smile fell.
"You can't- I can't be in a relationship. I'm sorry." she stammered with a serious look on her face. One 'no' will not defeat me.
"No one said we had to jump in a relationship. Baby, you're thinking about it too much." I was reassured. She didn't meet my eyes,
"I know but I can't think about being in anything close to a romantic relationship with anyone." She rushed out.
"Shush... you don't have to like me back. I just want you to know that I have a crush on you." I said placing my hand on her shoulder.
"Why though? I don't want you to like me that way." she started giving me an unreadable look,
"I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I didn't mean to." I muttered. I wasn't sure what I but, I don't want her to hate me.
"No. it's not you- it's just my past. I'm not good at the whole 'liking phase'. Like whenever I got into a relationship. It jumped to like sex instead of getting to know each other. I'm more damaged than anything, which is honestly sad." she muttered. My hand slipped off her shoulder and I placed it on the chain of the swing,
"Are you willing to tell me your story?" I questioned nervously because I'm not sure what she's going to say. She nodded which I was surprised.
"Yeah. I uh- haven't told anybody this. But I was being raped by my foster father when I was 13 to 16 years old. I tried to tell my foster mom but she ignored my cries for help and acted like I was invisible, I told him that I wanted him to stop. He told me that he would go to my sister if I didn't have sex with him, and of course, I didn't want Vanessa to get hurt. So I let him use me." she paused and kicked her feet,
"And- looking back. I should have done something different, but it was the only option I had to protect my sister. I eventually left and ran away with Vanessa when I was 16. And haven't looked back since." She explained her voice was becoming wavered. I stood up from the swing when I noticed she was crying.
"Hey. come here, baby." I muttered as I pulled her in a hug. Her body shook with sobs,
"I'm sorry for crying. I thought I was over this shit. But I guess not," she whispered. I nodded,
"It's fine honey. It's okay to cry, I understand you did what you had to at the time. I've been through something like that. So I understand what you're talking about and you're not alone." I muttered as I remembered the time when I was younger. I definitely didn't want to talk about it. She pulled away from me and friend,
"What's your story?" she asked. I shook my head.,
"It's nothing. It's a story for another time." I said as I grabbed her hand. She nodded and pulled me back to my car,
"Can we get something to eat? I'm hungry," she stated as she got the passenger seat.
"Yeah sure. Pick the place." I said as I started the car. Hooping I wot get pulled over by the police,
"My house. We can order pizza something,"
"Why don't you want to go over to my house? It's comfy." I muttered. She scoffed,
"Hell noo. I'm good. I don't want to go to your house, because I'll get lost." she slurred as I drove back to her apartment that's about 35 minutes away.
"You won't get lost, baby. We will get lost. If you catch my drift." I muttered with a smirk,
"Shut up." she taunted. I rolled my eyes,
"I will if you say you like me back," I muttered. She didn't say anything as she looked out the window. I'm glad I got to know about her past. It makes me like her even more, I can relate to her on a deeper level. I love her already.
End of chapter 4...
A/N: Hey guys! I hope you like this chapter! Let me know what you think is going to happen next.
Love ya,
Bri
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