2008
You met by chance. You were kidnapped from your family when you were very little and given into... things adults shouldn't do with children... So when you grew up you didn't know any other way to earn money because you had no education or housing.
You grew up without parents. On your own. A girl from the streets. Due to lack of money, you did not take care of yourself and dressed in whatever clothes you could get. So you could safely be called a tomboy.
You were deprived of love and greedily sought this love everywhere.
One day you met him when you were once again hanging around the highway at night. You were very hungry, your stomach was growling loudly. You were wearing light clothes, although it was cold outside.
"Girl, hey... You won't find any customers here, you'll only scare them away with the sound of your stomach," the stranger's face was sympathetic. He knew what it was like to live in a poverty and earn money... in this way...
You've been living at his place ever since, since he took you in. He asked you to call him Rachel. And he was cool as hell. And... he was the family you never had.
"Oh, come on, girl. You can't even cook?" he said in surprise, dancing his hips near the stove and frying an omelette.
He was wearing grey sweatpants and a black top with pearl beads.
"I thought all girls could cook," he giggled cutely trying to piss you off like he always did knowing you wouldn't be mad at him.
"And I thought every boy played army and didn't wear dresses, you know?" you smile rolling your eyes at his words.
"Who said that I'm a boy? Ugh, how impolite of you to say that!" he said in feigned offense, gently hissing you on the nose.
"Hey!" you can't help but smile as you try to swat away his strong hand.
He leaves you with a smile and places the plate of scrambled eggs on the table.
"Eat up, girl. Now you'll have normal food while I'm alive."
He sits down next to you, pouring tea into your mug. Rachel looked you over critically from head to toe.
"And I'll also give you something from my wardrobe. Hiding such a good figure in a boyish T-shirt is a crime, honey."