Rachel leaned her back against the door, hearing her sister’s voice on the other side. She could hear the worry within her voice. “I just want to be alone Anne, only for a little while.”
The younger sister furrowed her brows together, a fist coming to rest against the old door’s surface. As if she could tear it down to get to the blonde. She couldn’t of course, but it didn’t stop the sensation of dread pooling in her stomach.
“You use to tell me everything.” Angelina voiced softly, her body slouching before she slid down the nearest wall and sat. If her sister would not come out? She wasn’t going to leave. The woman rested her arms over her knee’s and continued. “We use to be so close– I miss that, Rach."
