Rachel sighed looking in the mirror. She was just too thin for this dress. There was a knock at the door. She walked over to it and opened it. A guy rushed in sweeping her off her feet. Rachel laughed.
"You know its bad luck to see the bride in her wedding dress before the wedding day Jason," she scolded the man playfully. Jason only laughed. "I know no such thing. I only know how much I love you." He kissed her softly. Thrwap!
"Jason Pierce you put my daughter down and act like you have some common sense." Jason laughed and put Rachel back on her own two feet. Rachel's mother shook her head. "You two act like you have no social upbringing. In my day we never acted so unruly." Jason kissed Rachel's mother on the forehead.
"I love you too mom."
Rachel's mother opened her mouth to say something but Rachel cut in.
"Mom, Jason is going away for a week or so on a business trip." Jason jumped as if Rachel had just reminded him.
"Speaking of which... I must go love."
Rachel frowned.
"Already…but…" Jason put his hand over Rachel's lips, stopping her from continuing.
"I'll be gone for just four days and then I'll be back," Jason promised.
He then kissed Rachel and then rushed out the door before Rachel's mom could scold him. Rachel sighed.
"I can't wait to our wedding. He's wonderful isn't he," Rachel asked her mother.
Her mom just scoffed.
Rachel smiled brightly.
"Mom, be nice. I love Jason. I've never loved anyone like I love him and I never will." A small smile crossed her mother's face.
"I know dear. I just want you to be happy."
Rachel hugged her mother.
"I am mom. I truly am." Just then a loud squeal was heard from out side. Rachel ran to the window just in time to see Jason's car plunge over a cliff near their house.
"Jason," she screamed! She felt herself falling. Everything goes black. Her eyes open. She's in her bed.
People are everywhere crying. "Jason," she calls. Her mother tries to quiet her. Why?
She looks into her mother's eyes and sees the truth.
Jason is dead!
Pain rushes through her body. "NO," she screams. Jason!" "JASON," Rachel screamed, her eyes flew open.
Instantly there were several doctors and agents at her side.
"Shh," comforted Berto. "You were just having a nightmare. Probably brought on by that blow to the head." Rachel became aware of everyone watching her strangely. She then noticed tears were pouring down her face.
She quickly wiped the tears away, and then forced a laugh.
"Man those nightmares can be so real," she said forcing her voice to be good natured. Really it wasn't that hard. She did it all the time. And just like all the other times everyone took the bait and smiled.
Rachel then yawned. And just as anticipated the doctors rushed everyone out of the room so she could rest.
Berto stayed behind though.
"So where is he," Rachel asked.
"Who," asked Berto innocently?
"He's in the training room beating the stuffing out of the punching bag, isn't he," Rachel inquired, ignoring Berto's play to act ignorant of what she was talking about.
Berto sighed in defeat.
"Yeah he's there," he answered.
Rachel frowned.
"Did you..." "Tell him it wasn't his fault," Berto finished. He shook his head yes. "A million times." Rachel nodded and slid down further into her sheets.
Berto cleared his throat.
"Yeah well I should let you get your rest," Berto said in a matter of fact voice.
He turned to leave but then turned back.
"By the way Rachel, You didn't happen to know that guy at the warehouse did you," the genius asked looking her in the eye.
Rachel felt her throat tighten. She quickly calmed herself.
"No Berto... Why do you ask?" Berto sighed.
"No reason. Max said something about the guy seeming a little confused when he saw you. I thought maybe..." Berto caught something creeping into Rachel's eyes.
Anger? He wasn't sure, but he decided to drop it and let her rest.
He smiled. "It was probably Max just being paranoid," Berto observed. "Either way, it's not important. I'll let you sleep now."
He turned and rushed out the room.
Immediately, tears began to our down Rachel's face. She completely broke down. That man at the warehouse had been Jason. She was sure of it.
Eight years... Eight years she had believed him gone, and he wasn't. He was alive!
Feelings of anger, and sadness, and happiness, and curiosity all rushed over her.
How could he do this? Why did he do this to her? One thing was for sure. She was going to find out. Even if it killed her.
Yay! I found an old story that I was planning on writing and didn't, and so I added to this story. Less work for me! Lol.
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