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Looking over her shoulder to the woman, who sat sulking with her arms crossed, Rachael arched her eyebrow. Wearily, she shook her head. Rachael didn't like fighting with her lover. Sure, she could hold her own in a fight. There was no denying that she gave as good as she got. Then again, she wondered, what enjoyment was to be had in arguing?
Leaning back against the car, Rachael crossed her arms. She looked down at her jean-covered legs, taking in the way that they were linked at the ankles. She could feel the first of that familiar pounding beginning within her temples. Damn, this day just kept getting better and better, she thought darkly.
"Are you coming inside, Gale?" she asked softly. The younger Latin woman ran her fingers through her dark brown hair, staring into the other direction seeming to ignore her girlfriend with a weary sigh. After a long tension-filled silence, she spoke barely above a mumble.
"Do you want me to?" "I'd like for you to." Rachael turned to see her girlfriend. "Sarah enjoys seeing you. It would be nice, if you came in to say, hello." Rachael waited out the pause with a terrible strain collecting in her shoulders. Sure they were talking again but, that didn't mean that everything was suddenly better. Their conversation was forced now. It didn't feel the same and they both knew it.
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Gale quietly got out of the car. She walked around to the driver's side to stand beside her lover. Although, her eyes avoided Rachael's at all costs.
"Fine," Gale answered so faintly that Rachael almost didn't hear her. Rachael knew better than to believe that answer. She was about to press for another more honest response, when she noticed that the front door was slightly open. A tingling inside the pit of her gut told her that something was not right. Her eyes focused on the door, seeing that there was a black scuff near the doorknob. Acting on instinct, she reached for her gun inside its holster at her left side.
When Rachael withdrew the gun from inside her leather jacket, Gale turned to steel. She looked over her shoulder to the direction in which her lover was looking. "What's wrong, love?" "Stay here," Rachael commanded, heading for the front door, gun drawn.
Gale started to protest but, a raised hand told her that this was not up for discussion. She watched nervously as her girlfriend disappeared silently into the house. Rachael entered into her friend's home, seeing that everything seemed to be normal. That is, everything was normal except for that unnatural silence that seemed to always take effect, whenever something was not right.
Quickly maneuvering through the rooms of the first floor, she found that no one was here. Yet that nagging feeling stayed with her. A person racing through the dining room door caused her to aim her gun directly at the intruder.
"Rachael," Gale shouted before blanching once she saw the gun pointed at her head. "Jeez, Gale. I coulda killed you!" Rachael lowered her gun. "What the hell are you doing in here?! I told you to wait outside."