“Peace.” Racheal said. Peace was perhaps what she truly wanted, what she had always wanted. All those years under her step-mother’s torture, she had craved peace. She was excited to leave with Maxwell so she could finally find peace. Here in Yin, she wanted Thalia off her back, she wanted all the insults and trouble from Danna Sherrod to stop. She just wanted to be left alone. “You cannot get that.” Madame Dalloz said. Racheal’s head snapped up. “At least not for a while. To get peace you need war. And you need a safe place to fight from. You need allies.” Madame Dalloz said.Racheal looked at her with uncertainty. She had recently realised she needed allies. From the day Danna Sherrod had accused her of trying to gain allies, she saw through the accusation that it might be the Sherrods biggest fear.She wanted allies, that was why she had taken the bold steps to come here. But fight? She had no will to fight, no strength to. She just wanted peace, to run off to a place wher
Racheal sat, stunned. She watched in horror, as Skylar seemed to be reliving her own horrible event from a few weeks ago. “What? You can't be serious.” Skylar said.“Do we look like clowns to you?” Danna Sherrod responded angrily. “Dad. I told you, I don't like men.” Skylar looked shattered. “How can you do this?”“That is exactly why we are doing this. You need fixing.” Danna Sherrod said in disgust. Steffan sat quietly through it all. For the first time Racheal looked up at him. Would he not say anything to defend his sister? She had always gotten the impression that he loved her dearly. “Look at the bright side Skylar. You'll finally get mom and dad off your back.” He finally spoke up. Everyone around the table turned to look at him in surprise. “What sort of statement is that? Whose side are you on?” Danna Sherrod gave him an angry look.“You too, Steffan?” Skylar said, sounding hurt. “You will let them do this to me?”“Enough!” The president finally spoke up slamming the ta
A few hours later, Racheal arrived at a completely different police building. She noticed how different this place was from the building she had been held in. It was open, and the hallways were busy. Cops and other people in plain clothes milled around, speaking in polite voices. Delbert led her upstairs in an elevator, and a cop joined them, as soon as they stepped out of the elevator. “Hello Mr Dalloz.” She greeted. “Ma'am.” She politely bowed to Racheal. Both of them nodded in acknowledgment to her greeting. “This way please.” She said and began to lead them down a glass-walled hallway.They walked for a few minutes, and were soon ushered into a room that was as small as the one she had been held in. It was dark, with a lone electric lamp hanging low over a table in the middle.Racheal felt uneasy being here, and she had a strong urge to run away. But she felt a calming hand over hers. “I am here.” Delbert said soothingly.She nodded and they moved further into the room. A
Racheal ran past the cop who was trying to get her out of the open space, past Delbert and Isaac, and took the stairs up. Two at a time.She ignored all of them calling out to her, and took an elevator on the second floor. The elevator door slid shut just as Delbert reached her. She saw the anxious look on his face.If anything happened to her, he would be blamed. After all, he brought her out here from the safety of the Presidential villa. But she could not just leave here without trying to help. She would never be able to forgive herself. She pushed all thoughts out of her mind as the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. She stepped out, and carefully took the last flight of stairs up to the rooftop.As she came out into the open, she realised how dangerous this was. The wind here on the fifteenth floor was strong. The sun was beating down, causing one to squint in order to see clearly. “Just step away from the edge ma'am. You don't want to do this to your baby.” A female
Racheal smiled tightly at the young woman. She could only help her if she trusted her. “I will hand your baby over to my friends now, so she can get out of the rain. Is that ok?” She asked. The young woman nodded. Racheal slowly turned her upper body, keeping her legs rooted on the ground. Isaac gestured for Delbert to stay back, and strode forward. He gently took the baby from her and handed her to another guard who took her away.Racheal turned back to the young woman. “What’s your name?” “Laura.” “Laura, I will come closer now.” She said over the wind.The young woman nodded. Racheal tried not to think of how scared she was. She slowly edged towards her, getting further into a slope with each step she took. She smiled tightly at Laura again to reassure her. When she was close enough, she stretched out her hand for Laura to take it. Just as Laura reached out, the wind picked up. Racheal saw Laura lose her footing and slip.Without a second thought, she dived for her and gra
“Any siblings?” Racheal asked. “No. I am the only son of an only son.” Delbert responded. “Oh.” Racheal said. So Delbert was the Dalloz heir. A family she suspected were more powerful than the Sherrods. And here he was, sitting beside her, eager to give her the world. She shook her head, she wished they had met under a different circumstance. She caught him smiling. “What is it?”“You told Laura I was your friend.” He was transformed into a shy teenage boy. “Are you not?” She teased. His smile widened. “I guess I am.” He replied. She had more questions but they were back at the Villa now. Delbert stepped down and opened the door for her. “Thank you.” She smiled at him as she got out. “Racheal.” He called as she was walking away. She turned. He looked at her, hesitated and said. “See you later.” She watched him hastily climb back into the backseat. She waved and watched the car till it was out of her sight. She turned around, and entered a lobby that led to her quarters, hol
Racheal stared at the black and gold sequin mesh dress, as Luna repeated Steffan's words verbatim. “He was here?” Racheal asked, looking around. “Yes.”She ran her hands over the fabric, it was very soft to touch. She pulled it out of the box, and heard her maid gasp behind her. The dress was a vision. It had a full skirt, sweetheart neckline and careful gold embroidery on the skirt.This must have cost a fortune, seeing Steffan only gave her expensive gifts. She carefully lay the dress on her L shaped couch and stepped back to look. “And you said he insisted I wore this?” She asked.“Yes. He said he will not have you wear another thing, that you are his wife. He is wearing a matching outfit.” Luna said.A thought snuck into her mind. She could wear another dress just to tease him. She knew he would be furious, as he is easily angered. But she did not know what he would do, or what his limits were when angered.She was not ready to find out yet. Her mission was to find allies, a
Rachel Rana parted the amber coloured curtains of her bedroom window and stared outside. The crowd at the city square, just outside the presidential palace, was increasing in size. They looked similar to the crowds that had gathered at this same spot in the past, tired, passionate eyes and hungry looking. But now they were happy, waving olive branches in the air and shooting fireworks. She spun around at the sound of her door opening. She was relieved to see Maxwell."Is it over?" She asked slowly, releasing the curtain she had been clutching in her grasp. "Yes." He responded. And she ran into his arms happily. She hugged him tight, the moment felt surreal. There had been rumors that the war that had raged the country for five years was coming to an end. Even Maxwell, a palace guard high up in the presidential palace had told her as much, but it had been almost too much to hope for."It feels surreal. Now we can leave and really live" she said softly withdrawing from the embrace