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Picking Up the Pieces
Chapter 18.
Ashley froze in her room, when she heard the voice of her father.
"What do you want?" Rachel then asked. She'd had to get her voice back, but now she was able to say something.
"You." Barry said.
"Why?" Rachel asked.
"You have to come with me to Europe." Barry said "We can't be here anymore because you turned me in, but we can be together in Europe. Maybe France… Or Italy?"
"I don't wanna go with you to Italy!" Rachel said, trying to close the door, but Barry jagged his foot in. After, he pushed it open and went into the apartment.
"Then what do you count on doing, Rachel?" Barry asked, phasing around.
"Divorce you." Rachel said.
"I don't believe in divorce!" Barry yelled, pushing her to the floor.
"Don't start on your whole ´till death do us apart´-thing again." Rachel said, "It's so crazy!"
"But you see, not for me. It's what I believe." Barry said, then he turned around to look outside, "Now where's Ashley? Is she here?"
Ashley thought she ought to step out, but before she could do anything, her mom said; "No, she's at Ben's place."
"Oh." Barry said, "I would have loved to talk to her."
"Too bad." Rachel said, getting up.
"Well it'll make it easier for me to talk to you then." Barry said, sitting on the couch. He padded the spot next to him, "Come sit, honey."
Rachel thought she'd puke by the way he used the word ´honey´, but she sat down next to him.
"Oh Rachel, Rachel, Rachel…" Barry said, "Why did you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Sleep with that guy, you knew I'd get angry?"
"Because I wanted to." Rachel said, "And I don't care a shit about you. You're scum, and the police is looking for you."
"Oh, really?"
"I could actually call them right now." Rachel said, taking the phone into her hands.
Barry wrinkled it away from her and threw it against the wall. It hit the red button so no-one could call them, "No you can't." he said.
"You're an idiot Barry!" Rachel yelled, standing up.
"No, I'm not." Barry said, looking calmly at her, "I just want you, Rach."
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Ashley was sitting against the wall, squeezing her eyes shut. She couldn't listen to it, she couldn't see it.
Everything had been good for a long time now, and then he came back.
They were just starting to be happy.
Why would he come now?
Ashley opened her eyes, and realized she had to do something, or else her father would probably shoot her mom again.
She looked around the room for something to use, but she couldn't find anything.
She looked for a phone or a cell, but they were all in the living room.
She looked at the window, and crept to it.
No, she couldn't get out there.
She sighed helplessly.
She could just pray that Ross would want to visit them this evening.
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Time lapse. Hours later.
"Rachel, you don't want me to hit you again, do you?" Barry asked.
Rachel shook her head, hands on her cheek bone. It hurt.
"What did you say?"
"No." Rachel managed to say, but it was really through pain.
"Or do you want me to shoot you again like last time?" Barry then asked, taking out a gun, "That sure was fun."
Barry walked closer, trailing the gun up and down her neck and chest.
Rachel lifted her arm in a fast motion and smacked it out of this hands. The gun flew across the floor and into Rachel's room, through the open door.
"Wow Rachel." Barry said, "Are you sure that that was a good idea?"
Rachel shrugged her shoulders and hoped to God that he wouldn't go look for it.
"I think you deserve this." Barry said, kicking her in the stomach.
Rachel flew a few feet back and landed on her hip. She could hear it break out of place.
"We're having so much fun!" Barry said, "I've missed you, sweetie."
Rachel looked at him.
Barry looked thoughtful for awhile, but then went to the refrigerator and opened it. He looked it through and got out a beer.
Oh great, Rachel thought, him drinking, that's just what we need, and we've got ourselves a party.
"It's a nice place you've found yourself here, Rachel." Barry said, "And I see you've sold our apartment too. One day I wanted to go there, and some other name was on the door. I didn't know what you'd done with my things, so I freaked out a little. You don't want to see me angry."
Rachel tried to stand up and eventually she stood up. She used the couch to support herself, but the pain was unbearable. She had to lay down.
She did so, knowing she would be so much more vulnerable.
"Oh, are you feeling it to?" Barry asked, approaching her.
He lay down on her, and Rachel squirmed beneath him.
"I think you want to make a little love." Barry said, opening her blouse.
"No Barry." Rachel managed to say.
"Oh I think so." Barry said, feeling his way down to her jeans, and buckling open her belt.
"No…" Rachel said, tears streaming down her cheeks. Some out of pain, and some out of embarrassment.
Barry had her jeans half off, when they suddenly heard a voice say;
"Get away from her right now."
They both turned around to find Ashley in the doorframe to Rachel's bedroom, with a loaded gun, pointed right at her dad.
Okay, next chapter will be here soon. I'm gonna go watch "High School Musical" now, I think. Does anyone else just love Ashley Tisdale ? (whom ´my´ Ashley is named after) Or is it just me?
Leave a review. Thanks, Stessa.