Rachel sighed as she wearily walked into her house. She was home after a week of being at the stupid med bay. Really she would have been out earlier if she didn't have a history of returning right back to her rigid work after an injury, instead of "taking it easy." Also the fact that she had said very little and had eaten practically nothing didn't really help the situation. She turned and closed the door and locked it, and proceeded to have a look around the house she had recently abandoned for a hospital room.
Everything was the same of course. It was pretty dark in the house despite it being morning. That was due to the curtains being closed. She had thick heavy curtains that seemed to shut out all light when they were shut. She enjoyed her privacy.
Plus being an agent she knew just how easy it was for someone to gain information by just watching a house. Surveillance. She reached for the light switch, but then changed her mind. Something about the dark seemed… comforting. Like when she was little and would hide under her covers when she'd hear her mom crying, after her dad left.
Under her covers she almost felt…safe. The only other thing that made her feel safe was Jason. She had put Jason through hell before she'd let him get near her. She was too scared of getting hurt. She treated him like dirt, kept him at arms distance, but no matter what she did he always came back to her. Always.
Sure he'd leave sometimes, swear he'd never come back. But he always did. He'd show up with flowers and tell her how much he loved her, how he'd never leave her. Then he'd kiss her softly, and hold her in his arms. And at least for a while she'd feel safe. Safe and happy.
A sudden sound snapped Rachel out of her thoughts. She realized she had been standing in the same spot for over fifteen minutes. She sighed wearily and went to her room. She walked in the room and went straight to her end table to set down her keys. However, when she reached the table she was frozen by the sight of an object that lay on its surface. She looked down at the item.
It was a single black rose. She quickly made herself start breathing again and reached for the flower. The moment she touched it, she felt the sting of pain. She had forgotten about the thorns. But the pain was also forgotten as she laid eye upon a little note tied to the rose by a ribbon.
The card had only two words on it, but it was enough. The words "I'm sorry" were written in a beautiful cursive. Jason's cursive.
She dropped the flower and sat down on her bed. Tears were rushing down her face.
She grabbed her knees and pulled herself into a ball. She had known the moment she saw the flower it was from him. He had always given her the flowers when they would fight. He'd tell her that she was like those roses, Thorny and hard to grasp, but also mysterious, and beautiful. She looked at the flower and noticed something.
The note card had turned over during the fall, and now showed another message. She quickly reached down and grabbed the rose. She made sure to avoid the thorns this time. Once the card was in her had she quickly read the words written across it.
"If you want answers meet me at Le Café at four. Come alone." Answers, did she want answers?
She didn't really even have to ask herself. All she wanted was answers, and maybe a chance to whip the snot out of her ex-fiancé. She looked over at the clock. Two fifteen. Good she had plenty of time to get ready and be there early. Today she was going to find out just why Jason had let her all alone.
Dum dum dum. Lol couldn't help myself. Anyways, sorry this chapter is so short. I'm doing a good job so far of not losing interest in this story. Hope everyone's enjoying it. Read and Review!