Another week of torture and I had to see her again, I needed to.
"Miss. Wells, I'm sorry but Miss. Simins doesn't wish to see." He told me.
"Please I, I just need to talk to her. Just for a moment," I begged him.
"I'm very sorry Miss, but she doesn't wish to see you." He told me as he tried to close the door.
"Please," I begged grabbing the door and raising my voice a little. "Please," I calmed down as I breathed through it. "I just need one minute with her."
"I wish I could help you miss, I really do." He said and I couldn't stop him when he closed the door.
I had to see her, I didn't' t care what the butler said. I walked around the house, trying to figure out where her room was. From the backyard I could see her walking around in what I figured to be her bedroom.
"Rachel," I called to her, but she didn't her me. Noticing a small rock on the ground next to me, I picked it up and gently through it at her window.
She turned toward the window when it hit, she looked surprised when she saw me standing there. But she came to the window and opened it. "Jamie, what are you doing here?" She asked in a sort of a loud whisper.
"I, I'm not sure. I just had to see you, talk to you." I told her. "Talk about happened, or not. I just..." I trailed off not knowing what to say to her, seeing her after all this time. It was just so, overwhelming.
"I don't think it's a good idea Jamie." She told me, I could tell she was looking for a way to retreat from the situation.
"Please, I just went through two weeks of hell. I just want to talk to you." I begged her.
She looked behind her, as if to check for any intruders. "Okay, I'll be down in a second."