It was a little late when she packed up and went back to her apartment.
"It was a little to easy this time…" Rachel muttered, and she looked through her bag and put her engagement ring back on. Amara has a bad taste in men, she had always come to crush on the guys her sister likes. It was annoying to see every handsome man and feel the inner girl who's never had an experience being in a relationship go crazy.
She swoon's over them if they so much as flirt. She can only control such things to a certain point. Its like how Amara has no interest in anything other then her love for cooking and need to become successful, to prove her wroth.
If she wants something, even if it's not good for her. It's a Fight, for Rachel to keep her in line, otherwise, Amara would have been long ruined herself due to naïve choices.
Like right now Her Fiancée, the flirt and confident youth her pursued and earned Amara's affection and Rachel's Dislike.
This Situation could be confusing, so let's explain it like this. Take Amara as a Balloon and then take Rachel as the Air in the Balloon. You can't change what color the balloon or what the balloon looks like. But you can guide it and changes some of its decision. But, you can't stop it from being what it already is.
The moment she walked in she was greeted by a kiss and a hug, making Rachel blush lightly. She smiled as she pulled away and pushed her hair back.
Admittedly through at face value their does not seem to be anything wrong with Ryan Turner. Handsome and Sweet, he truly does like Amara, but that isn't what makes Rachel mad.
Looking to her living, and older women was sitting somewhat elegantly. In her apartment like she owned the place. Mind you this is her apartment, that her Fiancé moved into after a few months of dating.
This women has been coming into her apartment with her Fiancé everyday since he moved in.
Does he stop her, No, he lets her in because ���Mommy' knows best. That's right folks we have a mama's boy. But, regardless of that.
But, Amara loves him regardless.
Rachel walked past the women without even greeting her, she hung up her stuff, in her bedroom. She took a look at the ugliest bed set that had been put on her bed.
Rachel gritted her teeth to the point she nearly started glowing, with furious velocity. When it suddenly stopped. Rachel walked back out to her living room.
"Why did you change my bedsheets?" Rachel said, she didn't even blink as mother and son cuddled on her couch. Again, he loves Amara but does this.
"Because they where ugly, you have no taste in such things."
"I could say the same for you, as you find it in you to make these decisions in my HOME." Rachel folded her arms, she could feel hurt and pain inside her as Ryan is sitting there defending neither women.
His mother rolled her eyes with a scoff.
"Ryan would you go an take your mother home, I don't want her in my apartment. I do not care if she is your mother or if she is my future mother in law. She will not make any decision of any kind in my home."
"You will not-" Ryan's mother stood up in defensive, Only to be grabbed and forced to the front door.
"I don't care" Rachel throw her future mother in law out and shut the door. Ryan was already at his feet, his face somewhat pale. But he didn't say anything. "You keep letting her in, no matter what I say. I wasn't playing with you when I said she was toxic.
You saw what was in the security cameras I had installed in my apartment. Her shrew acts of throwing things in my own home, threatening me and threatening me with a knife.
She paid your best friend to drug me, in my own home!
She is Toxic, she is manipulative, and your letting that into my life. And don't want to do a thing about it." Rachel said lifting her hand fiddling with the finger. "She had ruined multiple aspects of your life, Collage, Work, Relationships, Finance.
Hell, You don't even know how to be independent, I had to teach you….." Rachel's mouth got caught and her eyes redden. "I don't need someone to hold me back. I don't need a coward either. 8 months I tries to get along with your family.
8 months I tolerated them because of you.
Your response every time I confronted them. Blame me, Blame me, and Blame me again.
I gave you one last chance and you ignored it and now I'll ignore you." Rachel pulled off the ring while she trembled. She didn't look at Ryan as she threw the ring. "I'll send your stuff back home, I don't want to see you here again."
Rachel walked past him and into her room and locked the door, she felt like she was mentally collapsing. She heard the sound of her front door clicking. She couldn't stop crying.
The familiar pain of Heartbreak.
"Little Rachel she's a sweet girl. But I'll never have chosen her as my Son's Wife. Her background is less then pleasant...and somewhat dirty." A Male's Voice said from her distant memory.
"hmmm...But, She's useful, Kevin has shown so much progress with her around. Her father may have been less then pleasant. But, her mother is agreeable. Well only at face value. I'd to see her real face, I fear it's hypocritical." The female voice responded back.
She closed her eyes and put her hands to her ears as she tried to calm herself down, this continued until she fell asleep collapsed in front of the door.