Our revels now are ended (fly_beyond) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-07-07 23:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !trigger warning, rachel amber |
Who: Rachel
What: Confronting her boyfriend, accidentally causing magic induced fires
When: 7/7
Where: Rachel’s apartment
Status: complete narrative
Rating: PG-13 for abuse and canon typical warnings and violence
It was like she was seeing Mark for the first time. He was angry and hateful and ugly. Rachel was missing some hair on one side of her head from his dragging her to his car, and she could still see Isabela being shoved into the water. Why Mark didn’t drug her too, she didn’t have an answer to, nor did she know why he took her back to his apartment. Their apartment.
Who was she kidding, everything she owned was his. She was his.
She watched him rant and rave, slamming the door on the microwave as he threw something into it to cook, the words not really registering but she was pretty sure whoever he was working at was going to be pissed. Rachel wiped fresh blood from her nose and got to her feet. “Maybe you should be worried about me.”
“Excuse me?” Mark turned and stared at her, “What makes you think you have any right to talk to me after the shit you pulled? I protected you, Rachel. You’d be dead in some gutter, OD’d with your whore friend. I saved your life. And I’m going to save it again. I’m going to make sure that bitch goes out on a shipment, and you’ll never leave this apartment again.”
Rachel stared at him, the sheer balls of his words stunning her. And finally Finally, for the first time since he’d beaten her and threw her into the container with the other girls, Rachel felt something.
She felt rage. A fire exploded inside her, one that had been building as long as she’d known him. Clenching her fists, Rachel screamed.
The microwave sparked, and then caught fire. It spread up to the cabinets overhead and then quickly engulfed the kitchen. And the louder Rachel screamed, the bigger the fire got and the more quickly it spread.
Panicking, Mark ran for the door, but Rachel grabbed him and wrestled with him. She succeeded in shoving him back into the fire, before grabbing her phone and a backpack she’d hidden in the closet next to the door. She didn’t turn back, closing the door behind her and nearly tumbling down the stairs. She had enough sense of mind to break the window on the bottom floor apartment and pull out their neighbors cat before she ran to the street, and turned around to look at the fire.
As if sensing that she’d rescued the only living thing in the building that mattered, the fire claimed it wholly. She held the cat tight, staring in numb shock.Rachel was unable to wrap her mind around how the fire had started, how it had spread so supernaturally quickly, or the rest of her week.
She left before emergency services arrived, not wanting to answer any questions, not wanting to go to the hospital even if she should. Rachel wanted a safe place, and a safe person.
Maybe Chloe was neither of those things. How often had Mark drilled into her head that Chloe wasn’t safe, Chloe was dangerous, Chloe was just using her.
How often had Rachel just used Chloe?
But Chloe was safe, and she’d use her again, just to feel safe.