Transmigrated Into A Billionaire

Chapter 42 How to treat a mental breakdown

"He's Araceli's fiancé," Amy said.

"Shit…"

"Araceli, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to snope on your husband…" Ricky was apologizing when he

got cut off by Amy.

"Fiancé Ricky,"

"Fiancé!," Amy corrected, giving him a stern look. NôvelDrama.Org content.

"Sorry fiancé, I didn't mean to peep in on your fiancé phone, it was a honest mistake," Ricky

apologized, but the look he was seeing on her face was awfully familiar, that's the look of PTSD he saw

in his cousin's eyes when they met her at the hospital, they had to find a female doctor to treat her

because she won't let a male doctor touch her.

"Araceli, I know we aren't really that close but, do you know this person they are talking about?,"

Ricky asked, cautiously. Amy starred at him pointedly as if telling him not to pry further.

"Yes, I do Rick," Araceli said in a low voice, causing Amy and Ricky's head to snap towards her

direction in shock. Amy pulled her chair towards her as she saw a tear gentle slide down her flawless

cheek.

Memories, memories came running all over her mind, she might have transmigrated into Araceli's

body but some of her consciousness still floated somewhere in her head, now the rape triggered the

surge of memories to flood her with emotions she wasn't ready for, she could see all of the memories,

from the kidnap from her office to what felt like a thousand hands tearing her apart with out mercy, the

force used to pushed through her as Araceli screamed for help, the once light and angelic voice, filled

with light and melody turned raw from crying for help as she was tore apart, her tears were no longer

running, just a lifeless look in her eyes as they took turns, the room was a faint grey as she couldn't

make out anything of the place, she looked around again trying to find an object to end the unbearable

misery but she was held down again and the torture resumed as she started screaming for help but her

voice was gone, she had exhausted everything, from her tears to her voice, her throats felt like sand

paper as all she could here was huff of male voices and smell of cigarettes, she managed to knee the

masked man on top of her but she wasn't able to get him off completely as he punched her repeatedly

till she gave up and laid back on the ground, her head hit a cold metal as she turned and saw an old

knife on the ground but couldn't reach it because of her tied up hands. She had two choices, either die

from the torture or end it before it ended her, she chose the latter as she twisted her wrist to free her

self from the rope.

The scream was made up of the last strength she could muster, it took them by surprise, she

crawled away from them to the corner of the room holding the old piece of knife, she didn't have a clear

vision because her eyes were a mess from being punched, the last thing she remembered was seeing

them coming towards her as she slid the metal through her neck and felt a sharp pain before the

darkness swallowed her whole.

When Rachel opened her eye's she was no longer in the cafe anymore, the place was more of a

store as she was surrounded by boxes, some seconds later, Amy and Rick enter with Amy holding a

glass of water and a very worried look.

"What are my doing here?," Rachel asked looking confused as hell, she touched her face as she

felt dried up tears stuck to her face.

"Was I crying?," Rachel asked again.

"Araceli…" Ricky started staring at her with pity in his eyes.

"Ricky don't you dare say anything we are not sure of yet," Amy warned as she gave him a sterned

look.

"Are fucking kidding me Amy?!!!,"

"She just fucking had a mental break down plus an A grade panic attack, we don't need a

soothe sayer to tell use she isn't fine,"

"She needs fucking help, she has definitely looked through some pretty dark shit and she pushed it

to the back of her mind and now we triggered it and it came all bubbling back and she couldn't put a

lead over it," Ricky yelled at Amy.

"Look…" Ricky said bringing down his voice

"She doesn't need a pat on the back and a glass of water, what she needs is fucking therapy

because she obviously haven't worked out what ever occured in her past," Rick reasoned looking at

Araceli who just had her head down murmuring in the chair she sat.

"Araceli, are you alright?," Amy asked, starting to get scared as Araceli didn't answer right away,

she just looked at both of them with a blood shot eye as she took a go at the water Amy brought in for

her.

"Araceli??," Amy called out again.

"I had a panic attack?," Rachel asked out loud, talking more to herself than to the other two people

in the room.

"You see what I'm saying, it's probably something she hasn't dealt with," Rick said.

"Hey Araceli, has something like this happened before?," Amy asked.

"Never,"

"I have never had a panic attack before," Rachel said in a low voice looking down at her hands that

were till shaking. She should have known that they were downsides to migrating into someone else's

body even with their permission, she never knew that Araceli's emotions could overall affect her in a

way like tha, she always thought since they were two different people she wouldn't have to worry about

it but seens she was dead wrong, Araceli's emotions were very much present and they had a drastic

effect on her, they even drove her into a panic attack, she felt the whole experience raw like it just

happened to her all over again.

She touched her neck and felt the scar of the knife Araceli used to slit her own throat, it was all

real, they weren't conjured up memories.

"It's all real," Rachel muttered to herself.

"What is real Araceli?," Ricky asked worried looking at her as her trembling hands were fixed in

between her thighs, even though she had just had the worst panic attack he has ever seen she still

managed to fight through it alone and tried to be ok.

"I was raped a few months ago, and I died, or I thought I did, but I woke up in the hospital,"

"The doctors said my fiancé brought me in but now I think he and my suppose to be behind it, I'm

not sure but It was real, my mom and dad were told otherwise and the Temporary amnesia helped their

lie look more believable but it's all real," Rachel rambled on, at this point, it seemed like she couldn't

differentiate between she and Araceli anymore.

"You will be fine, you just need rest alright," Amy told her.

"No!!," Rachel said suddenly exclaimed standing up startling both of them.

"We are going to have fun alright, we are going to go to that arcade and have a ton of fun and we

will not remember that any of this happen," Rachel to them as they looked her in pity.

Ricky knew exactly what she was doing, she was desperately trying to be ok, something he has

seen so many times in Amy when she was carelessly drinking or partying, she desperately trying to

abandon reality and sweep it under the carpet but it always comes back to affect her every single time.

"Alright let's go, besides you promise Ace that we will be coming back soon and e are already

late," Amy said.

Now he knew why both of them were friends, they were so strong as women and tried their best to

be okay and make others to feel better.

They headed out of the back of the shop and he lead them to the back door because he didn't

want Araceli getting weird stares because of what happened earlier. She got into her car while Amy got

into the passenger sit and he sat down at the back.

The drive home was supposed to be really awkward but Araceli ended up blasting bad guy in the

car and singing to it at the top of her lungs as Amy joined her too as they sand to bad guy and strange

addiction on repeat.

As they reach the Garcia estate, he knew exactly why Araceli's face always looked flawless, they

were not just rice, they looked old money rich like wealth have been in their possession for long time,

parking by the fountain in front of their house, she hunked her horn once and a boy ran out of the

house in spider man shirts and white crocs with excitement written all of his face, Araceli didn't really

show she was of italian decent but the boy had a more traces of it with his shiny black coil and olive

pasty skin that looked a shade lighter than caramel.

"Araceli, you came lateee," the boy whined as soon as her opened the door...