Transmigrated Into A Billionaire novel Chapter 42

　　"He's Araceli's fiancé," Amy said.

　　"Shit…"

　　"Araceli, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to snope on your husband…" Ricky was apologizing when he got cut off by Amy.

　　"Fiancé Ricky,"

　　"Fiancé!," Amy corrected, giving him a stern look.

　　"Sorry fiancé, I didn't mean to peep in on your fiancé phone, it was a honest mistake," Ricky apologized, but the look he was seeing on her face was awfully familiar, that's the look of PTSD he saw in his cousin's eyes when they met her at the hospital, they had to find a female doctor to treat her because she won't let a male doctor touch her.

　　"Araceli, I know we aren't really that close but, do you know this person they are talking about?," Ricky asked, cautiously. Amy starred at him pointedly as if telling him not to pry further.

　　"Yes, I do Rick," Araceli said in a low voice, causing Amy and Ricky's head to snap towards her direction in shock. Amy pulled her chair towards her as she saw a tear gentle slide down her flawless cheek.

　　Memories, memories came running all over her mind, she might have transmigrated into Araceli's body but some of her consciousness still floated somewhere in her head, now the rape triggered the surge of memories to flood her with emotions she wasn't ready for, she could see all of the memories, from the kidnap from her office to what felt like a thousand hands tearing her apart with out mercy, the force used to pushed through her as Araceli screamed for help, the once light and angelic voice, filled with light and melody turned raw from crying for help as she was tore apart, her tears were no longer running, just a lifeless look in her eyes as they took turns, the room was a faint grey as she couldn't make out anything of the place, she looked around again trying to find an object to end the unbearable misery but she was held down again and the torture resumed as she started screaming for help but her voice was gone, she had exhausted everything, from her tears to her voice, her throats felt like sand paper as all she could here was huff of male voices and smell of cigarettes, she managed to knee the masked man on top of her but she wasn't able to get him off completely as he punched her repeatedly till she gave up and laid back on the ground, her head hit a cold metal as she turned and saw an old knife on the ground but couldn't reach it because of her tied up hands. She had two choices, either die from the torture or end it before it ended her, she chose the latter as she twisted her wrist to free her self from the rope.

　　The scream was made up of the last strength she could muster, it took them by surprise, she crawled away from them to the corner of the room holding the old piece of knife, she didn't have a clear vision because her eyes were a mess from being punched, the last thing she remembered was seeing them coming towards her as she slid the metal through her neck and felt a sharp pain before the darkness swallowed her whole.

　　When Rachel opened her eye's she was no longer in the cafe anymore, the place was more of a store as she was surrounded by boxes, some seconds later, Amy and Rick enter with Amy holding a glass of water and a very worried look.

　　"What are my doing here?," Rachel asked looking confused as hell, she touched her face as she felt dried up tears stuck to her face.

　　"Was I crying?," Rachel asked again.

　　"Araceli…" Ricky started staring at her with pity in his eyes.

　　"Ricky don't you dare say anything we are not sure of yet," Amy warned as she gave him a sterned look.

　　"Are fucking kidding me Amy?!!!,"

　　"She just fucking had a mental break down plus an A grade panic attack, we don't need a

　　soothe sayer to tell use she isn't fine,"

　　"She needs fucking help, she has definitely looked through some pretty dark shit and she pushed it to the back of her mind and now we triggered it and it came all bubbling back and she couldn't put a lead over it," Ricky yelled at Amy.

　　"Look…" Ricky said bringing down his voice

　　"She doesn't need a pat on the back and a glass of water, what she needs is fucking therapy because she obviously haven't worked out what ever occured in her past," Rick reasoned looking at Araceli who just had her head down murmuring in the chair she sat.