The Secrets Hidden In The Scars

Chapter 12: We've Gotta Believe We'd Solve It

Meanwhile, Raquelle is spending her time at home alone. Since she does not have shootings today, she decided to lie on the bed with a favorite book in her hands. And Terrence thought she should not have gone anywhere alone because the girl could be in danger. Raquelle agreed with her fiancé's opinion and decided to stay home with the hope that nobody would easily end up on the territory that is under great protection.

Since she is worried about Terrence, Raquelle cannot focus on reading the book. The girl runs her eyes over some lines, but she does not memorize their meaning and starts to think about something different, getting lost in words written on white pages. At some moment, she loses interest in reading, closes the book sharply, puts it aside, and runs her hands over her hair brushed up, also wrapping a few strands that get out of the beautiful tan on her head on her fingers.

"Damn, I don't like it all..." Raquelle thinks with anxiety. "Terrence should've stayed home, so he didn't put himself in danger. I'm so worried about him 'cause he didn't wanna listen to me and went to Daniel's home. I know he can stand up for himself and wouldn't let anyone make him a victim. But if he met not one but fewer people, he wouldn't get off them alone."

Raquelle sighs heavily, fixes the sleeves of her tender pink silky slim tight shirt with straps that perfectly fits the pants of the same color, and puts her hand on her forehead.

"Gosh, I have a bad presentiment..." Raquelle thinks, exhaling slowly and shaking slightly from the excitement. "Why do I think something's gonna happen soon? I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since the morning. And when Terrence left, I couldn't calm down at all..."

Raquelle makes another, much heavier sigh and lies on the bed, putting her head on a pillow and setting her sad eyes on the white ceiling.

"I don't like all of that..." Raquelle thinks with anxiety. "Oh, I can't wait for the evening, so Terrence is back home. Or I'd go crazy from worrying..."

Raquelle lies on the bed, folding her hands on her stomach, and looks at the ceiling for a few seconds before her mobile phone starts to vibrate and play a simple melody. The girl glances at the bedside table, on which her smartphone is placed, slowly sits up, reaches it, runs her finger over the screen, and puts the phone to her ear.

"Hello," Raquelle pronounces quietly.

"Hi, Raquelle," a soft, nice feminine voice says on the phone. "It's your aunt, Alicia."

"Aunt Alicia?" Raquelle smiles widely. "Is that you?"

"Yes, my darling, it's me. Finally, I found time to call you and talk to you."

"Gosh, you can't imagine how much I missed you! I thought you forgot me and wanted to call you."

"Sorry for not calling you, sweetie. I was just very busy. I work much at the university and am still getting documents to adopt a girl."

"It's okay, I've also lately been a little busy..." Raquelle puts her hand on her forehead and strokes her hair down.

"I hope I didn't bother you. Don't you need to go to shootings?"

"No, no, don't worry, Auntie. Today I'm absolutely free and now sitting at home."

"Oh, I always have to find free time and count it not to call you in the late evening accidentally."

"You can call me even at night. You know I'm always ready to talk to you with pleasure. And I'd like us to talk more frequently than we do now."

"I'd do it with pleasure, my gem, but sadly, I've got no time to talk to you every day for a few hours. Sometimes I get so exhausted that I want only to go to bed and fall asleep."