Chapter 4
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*Vee's POV*
As Johnson handed me a cup of tea, I took a deep breath, knowing I had to explain. "Johnson, Rachel and I... we didn't have the easiest childhood. Our parents weren't around, so we were raised by our grandmother."
Rachel's eyes met mine, a mix of emotions swirling in her gaze.
"Grandma was...strict," I continued. "But I was lucky. Rachel wasn't so fortunate."
I glanced at Rachel, seeing the faintest nod.
"When Rachel was younger, she was sent to live with our aunt," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "It wasn't... good. She was treated poorly, and I...I didn't know how to help her."
Rachel's eyes dropped, and I saw the pain still lingering there.
"I know you're trying to understand, Johnson," I said, turning to him. "But it's complicated. Rachel and I... we've been through a lot. And I'm not sure where to start."
Johnson's expression softened, and he took my hand. "You don't have to explain everything at once, Vee. Just know that I'm here for you, and we'll face this
*Rachel's POV*
As I sat in the living room, surrounded by the familiar yet unfamiliar faces of Vee's family, I couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over me. Vee was talking to Johnson, explaining our complicated past, and I knew I had to face the music.
I took a deep breath and began to speak, my voice barely a whisper. "I don't know where to start."
Vee's eyes met mine, and I saw the apology there, the understanding. She knew I didn't talk about my past easily.
"I was sent to live with our aunt when I was young," I said, the words spilling out like blood from a wound. "She was...cruel. She took pleasure in making me feel small in breaking me."
The memories flooded back, and I felt the familiar ache in my chest.
"I tried to hold on to what little dignity I had left," I continued. "But it was hard. Vee was the lucky one, getting to stay with Grandma. I was jealous of her, of the love and care she received."
Vee's face twisted in pain, and I knew she was remembering the hard times we both faced.
"I know you're trying to understand, Vee," I said, my voice cracking. "And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me."
The room fell silent, the only sound of the quiet hum of the heater.
*Johnson's POV*
As the evening wore on, the tension in the room began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of tentative understanding. But just as I thought we were making progress, the doorbell rang again.
I got up to answer it, expecting it to be perhaps a neighbor or a delivery. But to my surprise, it was a woman I didn't recognize. She was tall, with piercing green eyes and long, curly brown hair. She looked familiar, yet I couldn't quite place her.
"Can I help you?" I asked, my tone cautious.
The woman's eyes locked onto mine, and I saw a flash of anger there. "I'm here to see Rachel," she said, her voice tight.
I turned to look at Rachel, who had gone pale. "Rachel, do you know this woman?" I asked.
Rachel's eyes met mine, and I saw a mix of fear and determination there. "Yes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know her."
The woman stepped forward, her eyes never leaving Rachel's face. "My name is Sophia," she said. "And I have a score to settle with Rachel."
The air in the room seemed to vibrate with tension as Sophia's words hung in the air. Rachel's face had gone white, and Vee looked like she was about to faint.
"What do you want, Sophia?" Rachel asked, her voice firm despite the fear in her eyes.
Sophia's smile was cold and calculating. "Oh, Rachel. I think you know exactly what I want."
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