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"Honey get dressed, we're going to the Two Whales" Max called from the other room. Rachel quickly put on some shorts and the shirt her grandmother had gotten her. She owned the diner and she knew it made her happy to see her wearing the things she bought her. After brushing her thick brown hair and putting on a little makeup she hurried out into the living room. The entire house was pleasantly decorated with framed photography (some of it her mother's work) and pleasant depictions of nature. She sat at the coffee table and looked at some of the photos Max had left out. Her mother was a fairly famous photographer and Rachel loved to see what she was working on. it made her proud somehow to see her be successful at what she loved. Just then Chloe came in and smiled.
"Max she got into your photos again" She joked just as her wife emerged from the bathroom.
"Come on," Max responded, "I told Joyce we'd be at the diner for breakfast." She said grabbing her purse. Rachel grabbed her phone and texted her friend Lindsey while they climbed into the car.
"Hey can Lindsay come over for a sleepover Friday? We were going to watch old movies." Rachel asked as Chloe started up the car.
"Uh oh Max, Warren has infected his daughter. Maybe we shouldn't let Rachel around her anymore." Chloe teased.
"Hey i'm a dork too you know." Max smiled before turning to her daughter. "Are her parents okay with it?" she asked.
"She hasn't asked yet." Rachel shrugged.
"I'll text Brooke and see what she says. If she says yes then I'm fine with it." Max responded pulling out her cell.
"Thanks Mom." Rachel smiled.
As they drove they passed by the old art school. It was shut down when the police discovered that one of the teachers was drugging and even killing teenage girls. There were a lot of rumors floating around Arcadia Bay ,but Rachel didn't know much about what really happened. She did ,however, know that her parents were somehow involved in uncovering the whole thing ,although they didn't talk about it much. She was even named after one of the victims: Rachel Amber. It wasn't long before they were at the diner.
"Yummy waffle time!" Chloe smiled. Max went on inside, but Chloe turned to her daughter with a mischievous smile. "Race you to the booth!" She yelled before running off with her blonde hair flying behind her. Sometimes Rachel felt like her mother was still just a big kid. Still she smiled and began to rush after her but stopped suddenly. She saw the car speeding into the parking lot but hardly had time to react as Chloe unknowingly raced in front of it. She watched helpless as her mother was run over by a huge truck. Instinctively she held out her hand and screamed.
"Yummy waffle time!" Rachel looked around confused. They were back in the car?. She watched astonished as as her parents got out of the car the same as before. Rachel climbed out confused.
"What the fuck?" She whispered staring at her hand."
"Rachel! Did you just say what i thought you just said?" Chloe asked taken aback. her parents were staring at her.
"But... but... the truck." she pointed shakily at where t had just been. Suddenly it came barreling in again, except this time her mother was standing safely by her side. She took a step back staring at her hand again; trying to wrap her head around whatever the hell just happened. Max's eyes widened with shock and recognition.
"Honey what's-" Chloe started but Max cut her off.
"Chloe." she said knowingly looking at her wife. Realization spread across her face as Max knelt down and took their daughter's hands. "Honey, it's okay. Now tell me what happened no matter how weird it sounds. I promise I won't think you're crazy ,sweetheart." Rachel could hardly speak.
"I.. there was a truck.. and Mama got hit ,but then we were back in the car and it was all the same .... but" Rachel started to cry a little and Max hugged her.
"Babe, go tell Joyce there's been a change of plans, I think we better head back to the house to talk." She just nodded and ran inside while Max and Rachel got back in in the car. Rachel wondered what they were going to do. Her mom said she wasn't going to think she was crazy ,but what else could she think? Where they going to send her somewhere? Make her take a bunch of meds? The ride back home was silent. Her mothers smiled at her reassuringly as they got out of the car ,but it didn't make her feel much better. When they got inside they all sat around the coffee table. Max looked at Rachel and took a deep breath.
"There' something your mother and I need to tell you."