Home was where the heart was, and that was with Rachel.
Within seconds, Alyssa had scurried across the room and into Rachel’s arms as sparks sizzled from the robotic body in the middle of the bedroom floor.
Ortega and her team rushed the room, armed and ready, but they lowered their guns in shock when they noticed the uncanny resemblance to the woman they were there to save.
When Alyssa looked toward the door, she saw Rivera’s body. She rose, leaving Rachel, to see. “Is he—”
“Dead? Yes,” Ortega finished her sentence. “Two others in the living room. Both dead.”
“I killed her?” Rachel asked.
Ortega chuckled. “Well, she certainly wasn’t alive after whatever beat the shit out of her. Was that what you were doing?”
“I guess.” Rachel pressed her lips together as she shook her head.
One of the other agents poked his head around the doorframe. “We have four teenage girls. All in shock. Quadruplets, it looks like.”
Rachel interjected as she raised her gun. “Robots. I’d like to shoot them if I can.”
Ortega reached out, pulling the gun from Rachel’s hand. “I’ll take that for now. No more shooting anyone.”
“But they’re not real,” Rachel insisted.
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
The FBI agents walked away, leaving Rachel with Alyssa, who was still standing over Rivera’s body. A tear fell as Rachel stepped next to her and took her hand.
“I thought I’d be happy to see him dead,” Alyssa said. “But I’m not. It doesn’t change my past. Even more so now that I know he was my father.”
“And he was a sick son of a bitch,” Rachel said, giving a squeeze to her hand.
“I know, and he did a lot of things to me. And others.”
THE REST OF THIS POST IS AVAILABLE FOR USERS WHO HAVE PAID FOR BACKROOM ACCESS. IF YOU'D LIKE TO CONTINUE, PLEASE VISIT OUR REGISTRATION PAGE TO RECEIVE YOUR TICKET TO PARADISE.