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Twenty-Five: Revenge.

VERONICA.

From the moment Rafael walked in through those doors, I could sense how on edge he was. He reeked of gasoline and had dirt fill the lines of his face.

My eyes met Gerald's when he came to a halt and that alone told me something was wrong.

“Veronica can I talk to you?" Rafael briskly walked forward and grasped my arms to follow him up the stairs. "Sure—" Caught my surprise, I stuttered, having no other choice but to follow him.

His grip around my wrist was tight and his whole countenance was deeply rooted in the fact that he held something back. "What is it?" I asked him, hiding my anxiety in my shrill voice. Rafael walked into our room and closed the door behind him.

He then freed me before his hands fell to his hips.

"Rafael" I called, when for the first few seconds, all I heard were the sounds of his deep breathes. "You wanted to talk to me?" I continued and when I tried to inch closer, he sharply turned around.

"You should sit down" He urged and it was like a blow hit m
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