Rachel followed Quinn into the living room, the feeling of heaviness beginning to close in. Already she was going over phrasing in her mind, how she would start. What she would say, what she would leave out. His question broke through the whirlwind in her mind and she looked sharply up.
"Shit, sorry. That's Delilah--she's super friendly and cuddly so nothing to worry about." Rachel gave the dog a scratch on the head before sitting between Quinn and the dog. "Unless you want me to move her? I can do that if she's making you uncomfortable." She spoke fast, making a move to get up, eager to make Quinn feel as welcome and comfortable as possible. Partly because she was putting off the inevitable conversation. If he wanted Delilah moved, she would put her outside to run around before coming back and sitting down next to Quinn again.
"Actually, do you mind if I change real quick? It just feels...weird being dressed up and telling you about... this." Her expression was heavy as she stood. "It'll only take a minute, I promise."
Delaying again. She felt guilty leaving him in there alone but she really wanted to get out of the dress. Anything she could do to make telling him less...uncomfortable. After his answer, she left with a quick little dash, bending to take off her heels as she went from the living room and upstairs into their bedroom.
There was an uncomfortable knot in her throat as she closed the door behind her, leaning her back against it and exhaling a sigh. Again she practiced what she would say in her mind, running through the events on a timeline. She felt strangely detached from it, as if it were someone else's life she was reviewing. It felt so far away now.
She crossed over to the dresser, slipping out of her dress as she went and leaving it in a pile on the floor. Something she knew would bug Damien, but she didn't have the energy to deal with it right now. He would understand. Rachel picked out one of Damien's tee shirts, feeling like she would need that sort of comfort, and a pair of her sweatpants. She didn't linger any more than necessary, and hurried back down the stairs and into the living room.
"Sorry, I just..." Rachel sighed, flopping down on the couch a couple feet away from where Quinn was sitting. She leaned forward and rubbed at her face.
"Okay." She exhaled and twisted to face him, tucking one leg under her. "This is a hard thing for me to explain." Her voice was small, hesitant.
"The day I disappeared. A guy came into work that morning. All dressed up in a suit like he was from some big company or some shit." Her expression was dark and she seemed to shrink into herself.
"He was really good looking, charming, and charismatic. He said he liked my service, and that he had a job opening that he thought I would be a really good match for. That I'd be making more money there in a week than I made in a month. He said he was doing interviews at 4:00 pm if I was interested in learning more." She paused here, sighing heavily through her nose.
"He gave me an address. I went home after work, showered, dressed in my best interview clothes, and left." She was quiet for a minute before looking at Quinn. "You were at work. I didn't tell you because I wanted to surprise you if I got the job." Her voice wavered and she looked away. Trying to compose herself and fight off the tears.
"Anyway, as soon as I got to the address I knew something was wrong. It was some new construction in that part of the city they were developing that was pretty dead." She exhaled, finding a bit of strength in the detached feeling that had been edging in.
"I thought I might've fucked up the address, but before I could check this van...came around the corner and suddenly like three guys appeared and the next thing I knew I was in the van." Her voice broke, tears pooling in her eyes. She grit her teeth and clenched her fist, body tensing at the memory replaying in her mind.
"I was so fucking stupid." She was on the edge of tears again, anger bubbling up. "I know I shouldn't have gone alone. I knew it sounded too good to be true. He didn't even give me any details--which I knew was shady but I fucking fell for it anyway." A few shaky sobs escaped before she could swallow them down again. She cleared her throat. It wasn't as hard as the first time she had explained it aloud to Damien, but it did still hurt to remember. There was more she wanted to explain, but she needed a second to breathe.