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Richard stomped out the front of the church, untying his bow from around his neck and throwing it on the ground.
"Richard," Rachel called after him, running behind him
Amelia looked at the other bridesmaids with a look of concern.
"Why would she do that?" Jennifer asked, stunned. She looked paralyzed, by the way her skin paled, her hair fell from around the bun on her head, and the glossed over look in her eyes.
"Jennifer, calm down," Terra said, grabbing her arm. Jennifer stood there, her eye started to twitch.
"How could she do this? After all the hard work I put into this god damned wedding!" Jennifer screamed, running out the door and it the front yard of the church.
"Richard, wait. Please, just wait!" Rachel called after Richard, running to try to catch up with him. Rachel gasped as her ankle twisted in the heels that she was wearing. She ripped the heels off and ran after the groom.
"Richard! I said wait!" Rachel screamed at him, grabbing his shoulder. She spun him around and looked up at his face. His brilliant blue eyes were red around the edges, due to the tears, his jet black hair had been pulled up in front of his face, and his pale face, was stained red.
"Richard, I'm so sorry," Rachel whispered to him. Her violet eyes met his and she touched his cheek.
"I never knew she'd break your heart. If I had known I wouldn't have let her marry you."
"Rachel, it's fine," Richard said, his voice hoarse.
"No, it's not. Richard," She whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. She quickly looked down at the ground, to keep him from seeing her cry.
"Rachel why are you crying?" Richard asked, tilting her face up to face him.
"Richard you're my best friend, when you're hurt, I'm hurt. I can't stand to see you like this." Rachel said, tears running down her cheeks. Richard looked down at her face and pulled her into a tight hug, not letting her go. Rachel hesitantly wrapped her arms around him and cried into his shoulder. Rachel pulled away and wiped her eyes, trying her best to gain her composure. Richard looked at her face, her eyes were puffy with mascara marks underneath them, her pale face was bright red, and her hair had fallen from it's bobby pinned state. The guests started to swarm out front, looking around for the get away car. Richard grabbed Rachel's hand and started to walk away from the crowd.
"Where are you going?" She asked, looking at his face.
"I just don't think I can deal with them now. Any of them." Richard said, walking to the parking lot.
"I understand. We'll grab Amelia's car," Rachel smiled at him, pulling her hand free of his. Richard nodded, looking at the black Honda Civic in the parking lot. Rachel walked over to the car, Richard following her. She climbed into the driver's seat and grabbed the key from under the steering wheel, putting it in the ignition and turning the car on. Richard sat down in the passenger side, without argument, slamming the door behind him. Rachel turned the car toward the exit and drove toward it, going in the opposite direction as the crowd.
"Thank you, Rachel," Richard mumbled.
"No problem, after all, you are my best friend," Rachel offered him a kindhearted smile, which he gladly took.
"I never thought that she'd break my heart," Richard said, looking down at his hands.
"No one did, we all thought she was the happy go lucky bride to be."
"I guess all angels have their moments," Richard said sadly. Rachel looked at him with a sad glint in her eye. She was instantly snapped out of it when the car coming the opposite way honked their horn, signaling her to get in her own lane. Rachel quickly yanked the steering wheel sideways and back into her own lane.
"Sorry," She mumbled to Richard. Richard nodded his head and looked at the violet haired young woman.
"All angels do have their moments, but some, just need to fall," Rachel hissed. The anger and frustration had started to sink in, making her voice dangerously low and her vision to become tunneled.
"Kori was the best fiance, the best girlfriend, it makes me wonder why she would do such a thing." Richard said, the irritation in his voice was very prominent.
"Nobody knows what drove her to do such a thing, but all we know is that, she did." Rachel explained, clenching and unclenching the steering wheel. The rest of the ride tho Richard's was mainly quiet, both letting the runaway bride sink in. Rachel drove down the road, slowing down at the small house. It wasn't much, just your classic white house with blue shutters, a small porch, and a backyard, for their dog. Rachel sighed, stopping in front.
"Rachel, actually. I don't think I can," Richard looked up at the house and choked back another fit.
"Don't worry I got you," Rachel said, putting a hand on his shoulder. Richard looked back at her, uncertain of what to do.
"Just trust me, I'll go in with you. You can come stay at my place to get you back on your feet," Rachel smiled at him.
"You moved?"
"Yeah, about a month ago," She answered, getting out of the car.
"Where?"
"In New York City, it's a beautiful apartment on the top floor, it really helps me concentrate," She said, walking up to the house with Richard right next to her.
"Did Kori pay for your ticket?"
"Nope, I didn't worry her with my travel issues."
"Then how did you get here?" Richard asked.
"Oh, I have money, believe me," Rachel chuckled, opening the door to the small house.
"Wow, how long has it been since you were home?" Rachel asked, looking at the empty house.
"A couple of weeks ag- Where the hell is everything?" He asked, stomping into the house.
"At least she packed your stuff, right?" Rachel said, a light chuckle in her voice.
"Although, no offense, but she's still a little ditzy when it comes to human customs." She laughed, picking up one of the boxes that lay in the middle of the empty house.
"I'll be right back," Richard said, tapping her shoulder. Rachel nodded and started to carry the box out to the car, putting it in the trunk. She walked back into the house and grabbed another box, starting to walk back to the car to put the box in the trunk with the last one. Richard walked down with a piece of paper and the ring in his hand.
"Richard?" She asked cautiously. He looked up at her, tears in his eyes.
"Richard," She said, a softer, gentler tone to her voice. She walked over to him and out a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm gonna get the other boxes. Why don't you go pack your clothes," She said, walking over and picking up the one of the last two boxes.
"Alright," Richard said, brushing the tears from his eyes, sticking the ring in his pocket, and walking past her and up the stairs. Rachel thrust the box up and started to carry it to the car, putting this one in the back seat, so Richard could put his clothes in the trunk. She sighed, grabbing the duffel bag from behind the driver's seat and bringing it into the house. She walked past the last box and into the bathroom. She slipped out of her dress and opened the bag, grabbing the jeans and shirt out. She pulled the shirt on and then the jeans. She looked in the mirror and stepped back.
"Damn," She said, washing beneath her eyes and pulling her hair out of the bobby pins one at a time.
"Rachel?" She heard Richard call.
"Give me a minute," She called back, still removing bobby pins.
"Rachel," He said, the door to the bathroom opening.
"What?" She asked, looking at him through the mirror while still removing the pins from her hair.
"Are you ready?" He asked, watching as she plucked the last pin out and her hair fell around around her shoulders.
"Yeah, did you put your bags in the trunk?" She asked, throwing the dress in the duffel bag and throwing the bag over her shoulder. She waked out and grabbed the last box, walking out and putting it in the back. She walked over to the driver's side, closing the trunk on the way. Richard stood in front of the door dangling the keys from one finger.
"Mind if I drive?"
"Well, this is Amelia's car, but hell, why not," Rachel said, walking around the corner again. Rachel pulled out her phone, dialing some unknown number.
"Hello? Oh, hey Abbie, tell the pilot of the plane that we're on our way, we'll be there in about fifteen." Rachel said into the phone. She hung up the phone and stuck it back in her pocket.
"Plane?" Richard raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, it's the family plane, Abby came with us, but she wasn't invited to the wedding, so she stayed on the plane."
"Since when?"
"Since last week, we landed last week, so, she's been on the plane for about a week," Rachel explained.
"Why wasn't she invited to the wedding?" Richard asked.
"Because Kori never liked Abby," Rachel said, watching Richard pull up at the airport.
"Oh, keep going, it's the black one toward the back, you can drive the car back up onto it," Rachel said, watching as Amelia boarded the plane with Jason right behind her.
"Pull up to the other side, there will be a ramp, pull up onto it, and then drive into the plane." Richard did as he was told and pulled up on the plane. Amelia stood in the back of the garage, a cigarette in her hand.
"You stole my car," She said when they got out of the car, her voice dangerously calm.
"Amelia-"
"No! You stole my fucking car! You left me with Jennifer who, went on her whole fucking rant!"
"Yes, I stole your car, we needed to get away! He was left at the altar!" Rachel screamed at her sister.
"Well, you've taken Jason's car! He brought his!"
"I don't know how to drive his car! I took yours! Why didn't you just ride with Jason!"
"Because all the girls forced me to ride with them!" Amelia screamed, her cigarette had snapped in her fingers. Rachel just shook her head and walked away, walking into the main area. Richard followed after her with a smirk on his face.
"You know what I find amazing," Abby asked, sitting on the couch.
"What?" Rachel asked.
"How you two ended up staying best friends after five years apart," Abby said, a chuckle in her voice.
"You know what amazes me?" Rachel asked.
"Huh?"
"How you lived to be 21!" She said, fluffing her sister's neck length hair.
"And it amazes me how you you lived to be 25! I'm surprised that you and Amelia haven't killed each other yet, and she's only a year younger!" Abby snorted, laying back on the couch.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Rachel brushed it off.
"So, we're off to New York City! Hey, can I see your apartment?" Abby asked, sitting up to face her sister.
"I'd prefer not, because it's really a total wreck now."
"Oh, come on! It's only me!"
"Abby," Rachel warned. Abby looked at her and then laid back down.
"None of you are any fun," She mumbled.
"You're right," Rachel rolled her eyes and walked toward the other end of the main area. She sat down on one of the chairs and put her head back.
"That sort of amazed me too," Richard spoke.
"Really? What? How I lived to be 25? Or how me and you stayed friends all these years?" Rachel turned her head to face him, sitting in the chair next to her.
"How we stayed friends all these years," Richard said, turning to look at her.
"Really? Well, it's not that amazing, you and me hit it off from the start. You helped me through some very hard times," Rachel said, touching her arm and her forehead.
"Yeah, you still never told me how you got addicted," He said.
"That's another story," She said, turning her head back forward. She let her eyes slowly close, letting her fall asleep as fast as she could.
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