Let Me Show You-Faberry

Chapter Two

2. Tell me a secret

Rachel couldn't stop thinking about the boy she saw earlier and his green eyes that stared back at her with such intensity, like he was trying to read her or see right into her soul.

She had never felt something remotely close to what she was feeling at that moment. Like she needed to see that boy again, know him, hear his voice, know what was in that black book and what he was thinking when he was looking at her.

There was light conversation being held again at the table she was at but as usual her mind and body were in two very different places nowadays.

Something her mother said caught her attention though. Shelby was talking about the wedding again, trying to make other women jealous of them when in reality, Rachel wanted to be anywhere else than where she was right then.

And it flashed before her eyes. Her entire life and the way it was going to be when she marries Finn and become an even bigger expectation for everyone who knew her.

All the parties, the meaningless talks, the kids she would be expected to have, the same narrow people at the same events for the rest of her life and she felt like she was standing on a great cliff with no one to pull her back, no one to safe her because no one cared enough to noticed.

And suddenly the need to run was greater than before, she needed to scape before it was too late.

"Excuse me" she stood up from the table, her mother barely noticed her leave and Rachel's heart sank a bit lower in her stomach. Not even her own mother cared for her. Shelby only cared for the family name and what other people might or might not say about the wedding.

To anyone who happened to see her walking down the corridor she looked like the perfect put together lady she was expected to be but on the insides she was screaming and for the first time she didn't feel capable to hold it back anymore and the sting of tears was felt and she cried.

She didn't care anymore, she was not going to pretend no more, she was freeing herself that night and there was no going back.

She picked up her pace, fisted her dress in her hands and ran down the deck. Her hair due was slowly falling down because of the running but she didn't care. Tears were streaming down her face at a rapid pace and she was angry, angry because she didn't own her life, she couldn't.

She felt desperate and furious, she didn't want to marry this guy, she didn't want to have his children and she most definitely didn't want her mother's life and so she ran faster and even pushed a couple of her mother's friends on her way but she didn't care anymore.

She didn't even know where she was going just that she needed to scape and the ocean was the only scape she saw fit that night.

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The sky was clear of clouds and the stars were shinning magnificently above Quinn who was laid back on a bench gazing up while she smoked a cigarette.

The things she could do in New York, the list was endless in her head. The opportunities will rise and she'll be ready to take them all, she'd never felt more ready to take on the world than she did at that moment.

The smoke mixed with the cold air of that freezing night, it was a beautiful sight really. Her trail of thought suddenly went to her work, her painting and the pencils she would use to paint this particular evening, even if that wasn't what she usual painted.

She heard hurried footsteps and the sobbing of a lady as she ran by the bench where she was laid and Quinn sat up just in time to watch the lady crash against the flagpole on the edge of the ship.