Chapter 5 (edited)

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Chapter 5 : the house behind the picket fence.

"I heard what Jason did to you, we'll actually everyone show it on Metude but I hope that ass doesn't come to school cuz I'll slap him," Lilly stated on Monday as Rachel stepped off the bus.

Everybody was laughing and pointing, but she didn't care. She just gave those who stared at her the evil eye.

"I don't care and I all ready forgiven Jason, it was Maya the Bitch' idea," Rachel stated.

The whole day was like one long movie where the main character is teased and everyone is laughing and giggling about her. Rachel just ignored them. She tried to talk to Jason but he seemed to have been glued to his buddies.

Rachel ate with Lilly friend who didn't seemed to care that she had been had a foul. Flynn talked to Rachel the whole period in English even through they were suppose to reading Romeo and Juliet to each other.

Walking into the kitchen after school she found her father and Vanessa making out. 'Gross' she thought as she quickly and carefully leave the room. Her father saw her and quickly detached his lips from Vanessa's

Shoving her bag into her room she ran downstairs and out the door before her father could protest.

She began to jog. As she jogged a memory filled her head.

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"Mom, I'm home, Mrs. Anderson brought me home," Ten year old Rachel shouted. Her mother didn't answer.

"Mrs. Patterson are you home?" Mrs. Anderson asked.

"Help!" My mother screamed. Mrs. Anderson ran into the house and found Rachel's mom lying on the floor. She was holding her hands on her stomach. Blood had stained the carpet and continued to drip from her wound. Rachel stood on the doorway.

"It's ok Diana, Rachel call 911!" Mrs.A commended holding. "Diana talk to me ,don't...look at me!Rachel call 911!" Rachel did what she was told.

They had rushed to the hospital.

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She shock off the memory and stopped to catch her breathe.

She looked up and saw a house behind a rusted picket fence. 'Whats so special about a house it's but a place to sleep and keep f***ing secrets. I wonder what's secret are in that old house,' she told herself. Ignoring her conscience she walked to the grate open it,walked up the path , up the porch and into the house!

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