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I'm back with a new story and you all will be super excited to hear that the epilogue to Miss Rachel will be out this week. I'm about ninety percent finished with it. I want to make sure it's fantastic for all of you. Until than enjoy my new story. Here's the prologue. Enjoy!

Without the help of joyofrediscoveringyou who has published Cabin Fever (check it out under my favorites, so good!), I was able to produce my newest story. Thanks so much for looking over this!

Prologue:

"Princess!" Hiram Berry called throughout the small family's apartment waiting to hear back from his beautiful daughter or loud husband. Footsteps, small and soft padding through the hallway as his daughter approached him, his only baby now at the tender age of eighteen. Standing tall with all sixty two inches of her greeting him with a hug.

"How was your day daddy?" She smiles pulling him into the kitchen where he drops off his briefcase, as she gives him his afternoon tea. Leaning across the counter she beams at when he licks his lips. One of his many ways of showing how much he enjoys something.

"Oh you know, just another day answering phones." He sips on his drink watching his only daughter move her purse farther onto her shoulder along with a book bag. "Where are you going?"

"I'm thinking of maybe going to the library to get a little ahead on some of my studying. My film class I've scheduled for my first semester seems to have a lot of reading. But first I'm going to the jewelry shop to see if they can't fix my necklace, I was in the shower last night when I accidentally got my washrag caught on to my chain. I'm hoping they'll be able to give me a new one with my warranty or bend the chain to fix it."

"Oh no babydoll, the chain your nana gave you last year for Hanukkah?" Hiram frowned, Rachel nodding. "Well just call me when you get out of there maybe me and your father can meet you for dinner and one of your favorite places."

"Sounds like a plan, but I'm still stopping at the library so I'll call you around six thirty and we'll go from there." Leaning down she gives a father a kiss on the cheek.

"Promise me you won't strain your brain too much angel, you've got about another two weeks before school starts." He called out as she smiles with the front door open.

"It's NYADA daddy." She blows another kiss, closing the door behind her. Stepping out on to the streets of the Upper East Side Rachel hails a taxi, taking her down to one of her favorite shops that so happened to be her nana's as well. Taking in the city as she passed each taxi, each person. It was home, no other city would compare to the feeling she she received walking down the streets or passing in taxis.

The taxi stopped on the street corner, fifteen dollars and some odd cents flashing and Rachel paid in full. Shutting the door behind her, Rachel clasped her purse close to her body opening the door to the nearly dead shop. Greeted by an older man Rachel placed her purse on top of the counter pulling out her necklace.

"Is there anyway you could look up the warranty on this necklace, I still have the gift receipt." She explained showing the breakage to the man who looked at it closely before grabbing the paper from her. His eyes hard and cold when he looks at her, almost feeling a little uncomfortable Rachel tugs a smile to break the tension. Though he just glares at her, eyes forcing from outside to her.

"Be right back, I'm going to go check our records." His voice wavering as he gives her those same glances, disappearing behind the wall. Not really knowing what his deal was for he had helped Rachel quite a few times when she came by. Deciding that maybe he's just having an off day she waits for him by looking around the shop for possibilities for her own fathers birthday coming up, maybe a nice watch that's he's been hinting at for the past few months.

Noticing a man dressed in what looked to be a leather jacket and white pants Rachel smiled politely walking past him. He didn't smile back and now Rachel knew the air was off today in the city. Sure New Yorkers weren't the most polite human species but none were this rude. Making her rounds through the circle of all kinds of accessories Rachel wished the man would hurry up, not wanting to be there all day. Glancing over her shoulder the leather jacket man was standing in a corner hands in his pockets, just standing there.

Something didn't feel right. Rachel knew something wasn't right or maybe her paranoia was getting the best of her. Fiddling with her purse Rachel begins to feel impatient and anxious. Moving closer to the edge of the counter Rachel tried to catch a glimpse of the man.

"Excuse me sir!" She calls and the man behind her clears his throat. Things did not feel right at all. "Sir, I've changed my mind. I think I'm just going to have to come back, somethings come up where I need to leave."

Nothing.

"Sir, may I please have my charm necklace back please." Her heart starts to pound her ears when the older man doesn't answer her. A shuffling noise comes from her side, the man from behind her slides over the counter dropping loudly to the floor beside her. The only thing separating them was the glass, Rachel now noticing the majority of the jewelry missing.

Backing up Rachel reaches her hands out for the door, the man keeping an eye on her as he goes towards the back of the room. A hand staying in his jacket's pocket keeping all eyes on Rachel as he peeks an eye into the back.

Her eyes pick up his clutch on something and surely he's not allowed access to anything behind the counter. The man cannot work there, simply not dressed for the part at all. Rachel knew she had to get out of there.

"Please just tell him I'll come back for my necklace." Her voice trying to hide any nerves she may be feeling or showing. Placing a large smile on her face Rachel goes to collect her purse but the man wasn't having it. His gun slams on the counter, startling Rachel as she grasps her heart. Words start stuttering from her mouth, fumbling with trying to find the right things to say. "Please... I have no clue to who you are. I won't tell, I can walk out of here now with no recognition to anything I've been engaged with."

The man twists his mouth to the side grabbing the gun,taking the safety off. Rachel braces herself as she's seen movies where woman in her situation didn't have a happy ending.

"Who the fuck is she?" Someone comes out of the back room, dragging a body, the man who had helped her with the charm necklace.

What did she walk into?

"Some chick who walked in, what should we do with her?" The leather jacket man mumbles staring at her though his dark beady eyes. Rachel's heart was thumping out of her throat just like her stomach. The man bleeding out onto the floor and it's then that she see's a hand poking out from the opening to go behind the counter.

Rachel was going to die.

"Please." She begs closing her eyes tightly, tears springing to her eyes. "I won't say anything."

Backing up just the slightest when their eyes shifted from her to one another, Rachel took the advantage by sprinting backwards reaching for the door. The bells rang signaling to the men that she was in fact leaving. Her heart thumps to her ears making it hard to hear anything other than blood rushing through her body. The guns raised aiming for her, Rachel springs to the open door. Her feet pounded on the pavement as her small legs tried to take her as far away from the shop as possible.

Looking back she doesn't see anyone running after her, not taking her chances she runs into traffic stopping any taxi. Ignoring the yelling and the honking coming from behind the taxi Rachel could see the pissed off look on the taxi driver's face as she pointed to the back seat, hopping into the back.

The driver was speechless until Rachel nearly banged on the glass separating the both of them.

"Sixty seventh street between 3rd and Lex." Rachel tries to calm her breathing, ducking down into the taxi when they pass the jewelry store. She couldn't see anyone in there as they slowly pass with the streams of transportation on the streets.

The middle eastern driver looks back at her, eyebrows raised as if questioning her reason for going there but doesn't say anything.

Rachel knew exactly what she had to do with her information.

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