she’s never felt so damn nauseous before in her entire life; that kind of nauseous where your stomach feels like it’s on your outside and the slightest movement is going to make you loose your cookies no matter what you do to stop it. rachel curses herself silently as she lifts trembling hands to knock on the door in front of her. she hasn’t seen him in years, but they’d recently reconnected and he’d told her, should she need anything, not to hesitate reaching out to him. she’s sure he meant a phone call, or a text, not showing up on his doorstep at two in the morning, soaked to the bone thanks to the mother nature’s raging hormones happening outside. another quick succession of knocks. “freddie, open up!” rachel calls, sounding a bit helpless. she’s thankful for the rain, however, because it hides her tears - and her fear.









