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Chapter 12

I made it as far as the parking lot but never inside the cafe. Getting out of the car my head felt like a thousand white hot needles were being shoved inside my brain. I buckled to my knees onto the pavement clenching my head and shutting my eyes. After a few moments of agony, I puked up yellowish bile and the pain in my head ceased once I fainted. It was a terrible experience but one I'm oddly thankful for which I will get to later.

While I was unconscious and being taken away to safety by the most unlikely person to help me out I had yet another vivid dream. I'm noticing that I'm dreaming a lot but I think they're important. The dream started off with me sitting on a bench on a cold rainy night. "Who are you?" asked a female voice next to me. I turned to my right to see a girl in a hot pink raincoat.

As if suddenly appearing on cold rainy nights with a girl was normal I responded casually, "Why I'm you."

The girl shook her head, "No, you're not. If you were me than you would know why I'm here in the rain."

"Well," I said. "Why am I in the rain. I know I was here for someone to get me. I don't know why but I'm still angry that someone-" Out of nowhere I got hit in the back of my head by the younger version of me. "Hey! What was that for?"

"You're so stupid," she said. "That just proves that you're not me. If you were me, you would know the reason you're here and why he wasn't able to rescue you."

"Ok," I said, adjusting myself on the bench. I felt tempted to slap her for being so annoying. "Who am I waiting for?" The rain stopped pouring and the girl stood up. The light from the lamp post made her look older than her actual age.

"You're waiting for the Other Half. He can't save you but you can him once you finally know who you are. Along with Rachael, Natti and Jazz."

"Why the hell would I want to save Natti and Jazz? Natti is trying to find a way to get Rachael and I screwed over and there's something off about Jazz."

Putting her hand gently under my chin, she responded, "You'll know soon." Just when younger me was about to turn around she gave me a warning. "You already know Rubrick is bad news but, Damien is just as bad."

I stood up and took hold of the collar of her raincoat. "Why!" I shouted. "Why do you think he's just as bad. Unlike Rubrick, I actually want to be with him."

"You mean you want to sleep with him." The younger me gently escaped my grip. "He might be fine in bed but, he isn't your Other Half. As much as he wants to be yours he belongs to somebody else and for a good reason." Slowly she backed away into the darkness. "He was never built to love, but for war."

For a second it was black than I open my eyes to bright light. I covered my eyes, "What's….happening." My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls. I heard people talking but it sounded so muffled I could make out what they were saying. It took five minutes to simply sit up only to lay back down again because it felt like my brain wanted to fly away. I would have laid there longer if I didn't smell food. I hadn't eaten in twenty-four hours so I felt pretty famished. I tried to roll off the table carefully but ended up falling on my back. I sometimes wondered why I hadn't died yet.

While screaming in agony I heard footsteps with Rachael calling my name, "Zoya!" She lifted me up midway. Her breath smelled like spearmint. "Are you O-" I pressed my lips against hers. If I was perfectly fine I would have gone further.

"I'm a little bit better, I just need some major painkillers and food." Rachael lifted me up into the next room. This room was blue with pink flowers on it with a brown round table in the middle. To the left of the room was a black door. For a room so pleasant looking it should have struck as odd for something so menacing as a black door but I was way too famished to care. On the table was alfredo pasta and chicken with wine on the right and two Advil on the left. I took the Advil first and then went to the pasta. Every single bite felt more delicious than the last.

Feeling better I noticed Rachael wasn't eating. "Are you hungry, babe? If you are don't be shy to eat from my plate. It's big enough for two anyway."

"I already ate," she said. Rachael scratched at her hand. There was a long red streak going from her wrist to her finger almost to the point of bleeding. Knowing her better then Natti and Jazz, Rachael usually does that when she's nervous. I pushed my plate back a bit. The fullness in my stomach didn't feel right.

"Rachael," I said. "Do you know something I don't."

Rachael put her hand on mine, "Please, don't be mad at me."

The black door opened to the last person I wanted to see. "Guten Tag, Miss Lovejoy," said the Frau. I jumped up with my hand to my side only to feel no weapon to defend myself. I looked at Rachael, disgusted by the pitiful look she was giving me. I couldn't help but think she betrayed me.

"What is this, Rachael?" I asked.

"I said don't be mad at me!"

"Are you trying to get back at me on the elevator or did you hire the Bitch to snuff me out." At the moment I thought to myself that Rachael was playing me this whole time and was really trying to get my spot as Leader. I mean, Rachael is supposed to play a character that wants my place. "If it's the last thing I mentioned then why don't you have the balls to off me yourself!"

"Shut up!" said the Frau. She pulls up a chair and sits down. "I'm not here to kill anyone. In fact, I'm the one that rescued you out of the parking lot before my husband got his hands on you."

"Husband?" Rachael and I said in unison. It's unusual for snuff stars to get married because of the short life span for us. Unless the son of a bitch is racist, who the hell would want to marry the Frau?

The Frau leaned in with raised eyebrows. "Yes," she said, taking of one black glove in her right hand. She wore a sliver-gold wedding ring. "I've been Rubrick's True Wife for almost thirty years." The way the Frau said it with bitterness must be the most terrible years. "When he found me, I was in an underground brothel. He was nice at first. Even promised that if I married him I would live a better life." She pauses for a little while, then added. "Of course, after we married…..he told me to…actually get my hands dirty."

Tears came strolling down her face. I wanted to ask what happened next. Clearly it must be something horrible but I wanted her to say it without being forced. Eventually, she continued, "The girl was about five and she looked very scared. He wanted me to kill her in the most brutal way possible. I didn't want to do it but he threatened that if I disobeyed his order he would send me back to the brothel and permanently keep me in the Mercy Room." The Frau closes her eyes and shutters. "I've been in the Mercy Room and they show no mercy there. Anyway…after I was done killing her, I was crying in a pool of blood. He forced me on all fours and said, 'Why are you crying for? You finally killed a Jew with your bare hands!' And then he….forced himself in me."

The Frau pulled out a gold and black pocket watch and opened the case. "Rubrick raped me multiple times and I hate him for it yet, at the same time he gave me three daughters." She closes the watch and slides it over the table to me. I reopen the watch. Inside were three girls sitting on a thick tree branch. "The oldest one is Klara and she's safe in Germany." The Frau suddenly laughs that makes me sit up straight. "And to think, Germany is safer then America. If only I got Wilma-Jean out as well." At that moment, the Frau began to cry softly. I looked at the picture a little bit harder. The oldest one I don't know but the other two looked strangely familiar.

"Wilma-Jean?" I asked. The Frau wiped her eyes.

"In your group, she called herself Billie-Jean," said the Frau. "The new girl in your group, Jazz, Perta as her alias, her real name is Jasmine and she is my youngest daughter." Holy shit, I thought to myself. No wonder Jazz is always high!

She stood up and walked over to me. She took a hold of my hand. Her face was close enough to see the gold lines in her irises. She's a clone too? Damn, the Frau is full of surprises!

"Since I saved your life, I want you to save Jasmine before her father decides to rape her too."