Rizzy.

Rachel's POV.

Rachel sighed as she drove. She was a bit embarrassed by her obvious dent and she couldn't afford to get it fixed. The most expensive item she actually owned was that golden heart locket. It was real gold. It was worth about 8,000 dollars. Or that's at least what he told her. She kept it because of it's value, not just because of it's origins.

While driving, she wiped a tear away that streamed down her cheek and drove faster.

Rachel made her way out of town, and went to a café shop. She's been in this area before, as her grandparents lived in one of the apartments close by. She hardly ever visits them.

Rachel parked her truck behind the building so not as much people would notice her damaged vehicle. She got out and walked around the café to the front doors. A man on his way out left the door open for her so she could get inside without opening the door, and Rachel didn't say a word when we did. He frowned and called her a bitch as he taunted her a bit because she hadn't said thank you, but she chose to ignore him.

Rachel sat down and put her headphones in and listened to music. The song she listened to was Laughing On The Outside by Bernadette Carroll. It was her favorite song. The waiter came by as she sat next to the large window and he asked what she would like. "I'll just take a cappuccino, thank you." She said to him and he nodded and left her be until he brought her the drink.

Rachel sighed as she stared out the window, listening to the music calmly.

After a while and the song ending, the waiter brought her the drink and her bill. She drank it and finished it after a few minutes.

She paid for the drink, and left.

Walking back around the building to her truck, she saw the man from earlier. He was hanging out near her fucked up truck, which made her groan.

The man looked at her, frowning. "You've got a shit vehicle."

"Fuck off..It's not mine." He snapped.

He walked over to her, "I watched you pull up back here, lady."

"Leave me alone..!" She glared at him. All she wanted to do was LEAVE. But no. This weirdo had to be in the way.

The man got close to her. Very close. Too close for comfort. Rachel felt uneasy.

Before he could even do anything, she punched him in the face, thinking he was going to do something he shouldn't be doing. Which of course, was his intention.

Rachel raced to her truck, and revved up the engine before quickly taking off. She was so scared. All she wanted was a fucking cup of coffee. but this guy had to harass her.

After driving off a bit farther to make sure she was one hundred percent safe, she drove past these woods that were almost beautiful. There weren't too many trees, which made it better. After a long while of driving (which is what she's doing most of the time), she stopped her truck near a bit of land with a lake surrounding most it.

There were bushes on the land, and across the lake was a hill of trees. They weren't as beautiful as the ones she drove through to get here though. She didn't really care.

Rachel didn't get out yet and sat back in her seat. She thought of Rizzy for a moment. She's seen her when she was a little girl at a birthday party once, and Rachel was a old family friend. She was surprised she remembered her, which is what she thought.

Staying quiet with her thoughts she played with her hair a bit and blinked slowly and saw that it was getting a bit dark out.

She had to do what she needed to complete.

First, she took out her phone. She had no service and just looked through some old photos and videos.
She frowned when looking through them, but chuckled a little.

Rachel got out her truck and threw her phone out into the river.

She looked at the sky and at the stars. She sighed.

"What's done is done. I don't care. I don't have to worry about this shit anymore. Thank. God."

Rachel closed the driver's side door, and opened the one in the back.

There was a bloody bag with a corpse inside.

She hated the stench of it but didn't react. She took off the locket and set it inside the bag, quickly zipping it up. and dragging it out to the river.

On the car seat there was a torn small piece of paper with a man with brown hair.

It was Marshel.