Rachel

I was at Mom and Dad's house.

My twin brother, Luke was here too.

We are identical twins.

Besides the huge difference.

"Oh, honey. What's wrong?"

I hugged Mom.

"Oh. Are you okay?"

We were sitting on the couch.

"Cullen. Cullen. Mom, I can't."

I shook my head.

"He's a tyrant. I can't, Mom."

I shook my head again.

"You have no idea what he's capable of." I pointed out.

"It started right after the Wedding. First, he was just rude. And then he threatened me with words, and then..."

"Oh, honey. I can't believe it... He was your Cullen. So sweet. I just can't wrap my mind around it."

I laughed.

"Yeah. At first, he'd make a scandal and ask for forgiveness. And I believed that he said he would change. I said..."

I laughed again.

"I would give it a chance."

I looked down.

"So silly, Mom..."

"Oh, baby."

Mom wrapped her arms around me.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"Mom."

"I'm here with you."

I wrapped my arms around her.

"You're safe. You're safe now."

I was sleeping on the couch.

Mom was sitting in the chair in the Living Room, reading a book.

She looked up when the doorbell rang.

I opened my eyes.

Mom sat her book down.

"You'll be fine. Don't worry."

She patted me on the back.

"You're okay. You're okay."

I sat up.

Mom got up.

Cullen

I rang the Myatt's house doorbell.

Sydney opened the door.

"Mrs. Myatt."

"Go away, Cullen. Go away now!"

"Mrs-"

"Go away now or I'll call the Police."

"Mrs-"

"Keep your hands where I can see them."

I held up my hands.

"Mrs. Myatt, listen to me. Please. Just one minute. Just one minute."

"One minute."

She shut the door behind her.

"Mrs. Myatt."

I held up her diagnosis.

"This is Rachel's diagnosis."

Sydney looked down at it.

"Psychosis. I didn't want to tell you, but..."

She stared at me.

"What?"

I handed it to Sydney.

She was reading over it.

"This is non-sense. She's told me everything. I know what you've been doing..."

"Do you really believe in those fairy tales?" I questioned.

"If anyone is dangerous, it's Rachel." I told Sydney.

"She's changed."

She looked up.

"It all started after the Wedding. First the fits, the tantrums,"

I crossed my arms against my chest.

"And it got worse everyday." I informed Sydney.

"I mean, you must've noticed she wasn't acting like herself. Nervous, agitated. She's sick. She's really sick. She's convinced that I'm a tyrant. But I'm trying, Mrs. Myatt."

She fixed her glasses.

"She's refusing to take her medication. Yells that I am bullying her. I- I don't know what to do..."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm her husband."

I put my hands on my hips.

"I took an oath to be by her side in sickness and in health. Everything that has fallen on my shoulders right now is only my responsibility. And I need to take her home. Give her medicine, take her to the Doctor. She needs my help."

Sydney looked down.

"Okay."

We walked in the house.

Luke was sitting with Rachel.

"Don't send her with him, Mom. He's lying."

He stood up.

I gave her a look.

Rachel

I saw Cullen's gun.

I knew it was a warning.

I hesitantly left with him.