Rachelle

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Picture of Angela.

People say that bad days don't last long and will be followed by good days. I've always agreed to that saying probably because I didn't have to witness any bad days myself but at this point of my life, it's getting difficult for me to remain optimistic.

I am pulled out of my thoughts when the steam in the kettle went off. I pour the hot water in a mug and add coffee powder, milk and sugar. I lazily stir the coffee, looking out of the kitchen window into nothingness. It was around 8 in the evening now and my head was throbbing badly; not to forget about the injury Keith has caused me. It's been an hour since I came home from the hospital, and I feel awful already. Sara was still at Olivia's place because I don't think I can take care of her at this moment by myself. I was extremely mad at William for not being back when his family needed him the most. He said he'd be back within two days, but it's been three today and still no sign of him coming back.

There was the food packet, probably some pasta that Alex bought me on the way back from the hospital for dinner on the kitchen counter. I wasn't feeling hungry yet even though I hadn't eaten anything the entire day except some breakfast Olivia brought me.

I walk towards the living room with the mug in my hands. Turning on the TV in a hope of watching something good, I drop myself on the couch. Damn, I didn't realize I missed the comfort of home this much. I was flipping through the channels when I heard the bell ring. This was unusual; it couldn't be Olivia or Alex because it's just been a while I've spoken to them and they said they were going to take the kids out somewhere. The bell rang again causing me to jolt a bit. It's been a long time since I was left alone in the house and this was extremely frightening to me; especially with everything that has been happening. What if it was the man who has been calling and sending notes? What if he had somehow found out that I was home alone and came to take the advantage of it?

When the bell rang for the third time, I slowly got up from the couch, placing the mug on the coffee table. Making sure that I made no noise, I took small steps towards the door.

"Rachelle?" said a familiar voice.

Brian? I thought. What was he doing here?

"Uh yeah?" I called out.

"It's me, Brian. No need to be freaked out, just thought of dropping by and ask how you were doing," he said casually. A part of me was asking me to open the door and let him in as it would be rude not to because he was being friendly but then again, a part of me was uneasy about the fact of letting a man in when no one else was in the house.

I mentally slapped myself for answering to him when he called out my name. I should have remained quiet and in that way, he'd probably think I wasn't home or have fallen asleep.

Now that I've already answered him, I shouldn't be rude. I take a deep breath before opening the door, and be greeted by the handsome looking man with a wide smile on his face.

"Chill out, I'm not a serial killer," he says with a slight laughter.

"I'm chilled," I say, trying to be as normal as I can be.

"Well, the colour of your face have drained off so thought and besides, it's normal to be freaked out when you're home alone and weren't expecting anyone," he says with a grin.

"What makes you think I'm alone?" I ask suspiciously.

"Um... no one seems to be around," he says.