Solitaire ✔

Chapter Nine

"I don't get it!" Screaming across the corridor at a sunny Sunday.

What was wrong with her?

"Chris, please don't ask me..." Her eyes filled with pain that words couldn't be formed on her lips. Shaking my hand terribly as she pleaded.

"What is wrong with you?" I stared into her eyes, searching for an answer.

My hands grabbed her arms tightly, "What is wrong with you?!" I repeated.

Her head lowered. That long fringe covered her face. She bent down, seating on the floor. I stood still as I watched. Sniffing sound could be heard but she still insist on not uttering a single word.

"Rachel, I hope..." My flame burned. Breathing deeply with many efforts to gather some patience.

"You don't be like her" Gulping down my saliva. The anger threw out on her face with much regrets.

She was acting so abnormal all of the sudden. Just three days ago, we had the talk on the table about Grace staying with us. I even answered her question that there wasn't any love in the content. It was purely just out of pity about her living condition. What amazed me was my girlfriend could claim that she would offer another place to accommodate Grace. With just a morning, she brought me two surprises.

One, she did have jealousy in our relationship. Second, she was not that typical woman whom get so worked up after being jealous.

But right now. she was raising the topic again.

What pisses me off was she wanted to let Grace moved in and she moved out.

Where the hell have I irritate her to give me that threats?! I had not been seeing Grace even a shadow for the past three days and she was using this to pick on me.

Rachel is got to be kidding with me.

This was just so-not-Rachel and I wondered if I had been over-estimating her. Or maybe I had been very blind about women.

They are just typical irritants on the planets!

I turned around, feeling the anger still burning inside me. Walking out of the apartment as I slammed the door hard.

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[ Rachel's POV]

I can't let him know. I definitely can't.

Crushing the photos as I found the nearest bin to destroy the evidence. My eyes wandered in the busy street. People were walking on a fast pace. Here in the working district, most were working adults.

Looking at my watch as I realised lunch hour had ended. It was time for me to return back to Solitaire Holding. Grace whom disappeared for six years came back surfing in high tides and waves. She attempted to bring everyone down just to get where she wanted.

Is it Chris that she wanted? If I were to walk away from her evil schemes, would everyone be saved? Maybe Chris do love her but he couldn't bear to hurt my feelings.

All the questions and doubts were filling me up.

I was on the verge of almost tearing myself apart.

I hadn't told anyone. It was not easy to do so. My family was a disgrace. We were an insult to the society. How could I live with the shame that I wished I hadn't even existed?

I am twenty-six, a Chinese which is about two years younger than Chris. It's been ten years I had ran out from my so-call-home. People have parents in their family. I do too. My humble place was decent. Yet, my family was a shame.

My mother was ... my father's real daughter.

Vividly as I saw the photos of my family she handed me to see. I would know Grace had investigated my background. She did a well searched up of my entire family.

Imagining your father would visit your mother's bedroom often. You just wanted that shame to end on them and never be surfaced. I never acknowledged her. It was hard to understand how could such actually had happened to me.

Lost in the streets as the memories continuously replayed in my mind. The photos that stir the shame which I had attempted to bury it deep down. Tears slided down my cheek. Shivering was faintly occurred on my shoulder. I slouched against a wall, bending down to cover my face  that has smeared with tears stain.

What should I do?

[Author's Note]

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