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Chapter 9- Forgiveness
Rachel laid in bed, snoring slightly. She breathed with a slight wheezing sound. Her room was filled with fan letters, flowers and a single table with 4 chairs surrounding. She no longer had a bandaged head. Rachel slowly started to wake up.
Daimon’s familiar figure slipped into the room. His blue eyes shone in the dim light. Daimon wore a lightly faded blue shirt with a pair of shorts. He no longer wore his sling pack for, Daimon hasn’t left Jubilife for a month.
Rachel heard the moving and woke up. She yawned. “Hey,” Rachel called.
“How’s it going?” Daimon asked, sitting backwards on a chair. “You know they say you can leave today.”
Rachel nodded. “I can’t wait to breathe fresh air.” She sighed. “I’ve been so stuffed up lately.” Rachel knew she was extremely lucky to be alive, each breath was gratefulness.
“Yes, you do know you’ve been all over the news the past month?” Daimon asked. He turned his body to be sitting to the chair right. He tipped the chair.
“Yes, I’ve been watching,” Rachel informed. “You’re going to fall!”
“N–” Daimon fell backwards. He flapped his arms from keep from falling but, failed and hit his head on the tiled floor. He got up pouting, and itched his head.
Rachel burst out laughing, interrupted by Doctor Carter. “Hi Doc!”
“Well hello there!” Doctor Carter piped. “You can leave when every you like,” Doctor Carter stated sitting on the edge of Rachel’s twin sized bed.
“Okay then, I really need to thank you Doc,” Rachel squirmed. She sat up despite her broken arm.
“No problem,” Doctor Carter answered. He stood up and paced around Daimon who was putting back up the chair. “You know where I work,” Doctor Carter smiled, he left Rachel and Daimon alone.
“Hey, you ready to leave?” Rachel asked Daimon who was sitting on the chair he fell off of. She clasped on her pillow, hitting her head on the wall, her head made a loud CRACK.
“You alright?” Daimon asked getting up. He smelled a white rose near by.
“Yeah,” Rachel replied. She sat up again whimpering.
“Come’on Rachel the great, isn’t hurt is she?” Daimon teased checking her head out.
“Shut up!” Rachel commanded and she gave Daimon a sucker punch on his arm with her good hand.
“Okay, okay!” Daimon laughed. “I’ll let you change now,” Daimon said, leaving the room.
Rachel got up from her bed (able to walk due to therapy). She pulled out a suit case from under her bed and changed into a white sleeveless shirt and a regular pair of jeans. Under her pants she saw a letter addressed to her.
Don’t you dare get near me! You failed me my daughter. I cannot let you be in my presence anymore. I thought you would help me accomplish something never done before, make all pokemon do our deeds! Rachel, you failed me, I can’t ever forgive you, never! You friend Daimon is very faithful, maybe you two can take over Team Rocket, someday.
Rachel crumped the piece of withered paper. She threw it behind her and lugged her suitcase into the hall.
Rachel sniffed the fresh air. The air had the crisp clean smell to it, it was heaven! Each breath was a true miracle. Daimon had already gone to her Uncle’s house to pick up Rachel’s pokemon and things. “So where is his prison?” Rachel asked Daimon who was standing next her, stretching.
“The um, one in Route 217,” Daimon answered sincerely. He took out a pokeball and threw it into the air. Flygon came out and made a riot.
Little kids and pokemon interested adults came up to say high to them. They acted like they’ve never seen a Flygon before, (which they probably haven’t).
Rachel sighed and elbowed Daimon to get on Flygon. Rachel jumped onto Flygon’s back.
Daimon got on in front of Rachel, telling Flygon to take off leaving the people spitting up dust. “Hey, I got you a jacket in my pack, I suggest you put it on.”
Rachel grabbed a bulky jacket from Daimon’s pack and slipped her arms through. The jacket was a bright sky blue and had a hood on it. “Thanks Daimon.”
“Once again, no problem!” Daimon smiled. He sighed. “I don’t think your father will be very happy with you,” Daimon told her. “I’ve gotten so many angry letters from him.”
“Me too,” Rachel agreed. They now passed over Floaroma City. The sweet smelling flowers made Rachel feel dazed. Below was a meadow of blue, red, white, purple, orange, and finally green. Azaleas, roses, and more blew in the wind.
Daimon remained silent. His blond hair blew back, making him have spikes.
Rachel closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment, she was alive. Her pony tail swayed the same way the flowers below did. As Eterna came and went they entered the snowy region. Trees were seemed to touch the sky. Oh, how Rachel wished to stand on the top of one. Rachel was very grateful that Daimon had brought her a jacket. Below they finally made it to the prison.
“Flygon, land!” Daimon commanded. The Flygon quickly landed on the sheet of snow below. Daimon returned Flygon, seeing that Flygon was cold.
A man in a black suit greeted them, “Hello there, you must be Rachel am I right?” The light snow fall painted his suit a deep white.
“Yes, I am,” Rachel spoke up. She and Daimon followed the man through electric gates, it closing behind them. They went into a painted black building.
“So, you made a full recovery?” the man asked. He held open a glass door for Rachel and Daimon.
“Yes, I should,” Rachel uncomfortably answered. From left to right were grumbling inmates glaring at her, she felt a bit uneasy. They made a sharp right turn to a long hallway with two doors.
“Oh yes, me and Daimon will be watching through the one way mirror, in case anything happens,” the man told Rachel. “There’s a button under the table that lets us hear what he’s saying okay?”
Rachel gave a sharp nod and entered the door straight ahead.
Daimon and the man entered the door to the left.
Rachel saw her Dad right in front of her, he was strapped to his chair. Rachel took a seat across the table from her Dad.
Giavonni sighed. “I knew you would come,” He stated. “Even against my orders.”
Rachel didn’t know what to say.
“Hmp, you were always like that,” He looked straight into Rachel’s shining eyes, he saw pain. The same pain he saw when he was a kid. The same pain that empowered him to become this way, he look into the mirror. Giavonni didn’t see a happy man, he saw an angry old man. Tears dripped down his face. “I’m sorry- I didn’t realize that I was destroying your life,” He claimed.
Rachel quickly pressed the button under the table. “What?” Rachel asked dumbly.
“I’m sorry- I didn’t realize I was destroying life,” Gaivonni repeated. He sniffed. “I- I’m glad you didn’t die.”
“No problem,” Rachel whispered. Is this for real? Is he really back?
Rachel had so many questions, not many answers. Her finger still was held on the button.
“Your grandfather, was like me when he was rasing me,” Gaivonni started. “My dad never showed me any love, nothing. Just pain.” Gaivonni sobbed. “Please, please don’t think bad of me!”
“No, I think I can forgive you,” Rachel smiled. She looked at the one way mirror. “I’ll come again soon.” Rachel left the room and entered the mirror room.
Daimon and the man sat in chairs close to the mirror. “You think he’s sincere?” Daimon asked pulling a chair up for Rachel.
“Yeah, he means it,” Rachel said sitting down.
“I think we can lighten his sentence,” the man told them.
“Percy over here is your dad’s lawyer,” Daimon informed. He sighed.
“I’ll see what I can do,” Percy told them. “For now, go home and wait, I’ll call.”
Rachel and Daimon left the prison and started to head to Snowpoint City.