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Rachel

I woke up the next day and immediately sighed.

That’s when you know it’s going to be a shit day. If even opening your eyes depresses you, you may as well go back to bed and try again tomorrow.

But I knew hiding wouldn’t solve anything. I had to find a common ground with Dante. How far would we both go if we were both playing games?

And whilst I knew that neither of us were the type to run off to the suburbs and play happy families, we also had to set some ground rules.

We would always challenge each other, we would always argue, and go back and forth, but right now, we were doing nothing but humiliating the other in our attempt to be the victor.

And the prize we were trying to claim wasn’t even worth it.

But if we both set aside our pride and stubbornness, we could form a new prize that we could share together.

I picked up my phone, noticing that Dante had messaged me:

I saved my card to your phone. Take any bike of your choosing and get what you need. There’s a party tonight.

I trust you, Rachel. I don’t want you to feel like a prisoner.

I pulled up Google Wallet, seeing Dante’s card saved, just like he said.

Grinning to myself, I pushed the covers off my body and hopped out of bed and straight to the bathroom, getting ready for the day. I wanted to stop playing games with him, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t deliver one last surprise.

It was time to say goodbye to the mask, the disguise, and the pretence. It was time to finally be Rachel.

Not selfish Rachel.

Not infuriating Rachel.

Not murderer Rachel.

Not hiding, on the run Rachel.

Just Rachel.

I liked the sound of that.