"Enough, Edward!" Terrence cuts off sharply and loudly. "Take off your fucking mask of innocence and stop pretending to be good! Maybe, you appeased us when you told us about Uncle Michael and naively assumed you threw off suspicion. But after what Raquelle and I heard during your fight with Natalia, our trust in you is lost. Now, whatever you say, none of us will believe your words. Natalia doesn't have to explain anything and turn us against you because we've heard enough and made our conclusions."
"It's Rochester, she's the one to blame!" Edward excuses himself desperately. "Natalia got me so excited that I lost temple and stopped watching my mouth! She did make me say what I'm really regretting! I... I was never so wild... The friend of you and Raquelle brought me to this!"
"Don't dare to blame Natalia for something!" Raquelle shouts irritably. "I won't let you insult my friend! And Terrence and I are truly grateful to her for revealing you and proving that we got a scumbag among us. Of course, I'm sorry it didn't happen before, but I think it's not too late to get off the enemy, who wants us to die."
"I can't believe this is how you dare to treat your..." Terrence hesitantly glances at Natalia. "Girlfriend?! I'm really surprised she hasn't left you after what happened! If Rochester stays with such a nasty bastard like you, she doesn't have pride and self-respect."
"Actually, we..." Natalia pronounces hesitantly, quietly for the first time after the fight.
"Oh, you began to speak again!" Edward throws rudely, crossing his arms over his chest. "You'd better be silent, bitch! When your mouth is locked, you look better!"
"That's good Raquelle and Terrence heard everything, and I wouldn't have to explain why they must piss you off. Finally, they know everything about the stinker, who betrayed his close people and is going to steal their money. However, he also betrayed me. I can easily tell them what you did to me, and why you made me hate you to death! There would be better proof that you're a shameless bastard!"
"So, are you finally gonna explain why you and I broke up? Finally confess how I got you caught in the hugs of an ugly, but you refused to tell me the truth?"

"Well, as you guessed everything, we don't have to explain something," Raquelle smiles innocently. "Because you hardly need it."
"But why did you do it?" Edward puts the envelopes on the table and, squinting slightly, gloomily stares at Raquelle and Terrence. "Why? Why did you pretend that you just got the letters with threats?"
"I think it was the only way to find out what we needed," Terrence says confidently, starting to speak in a much colder voice. "What you're aware of."
"Yeah, maybe, do you want to tell us something?" Raquelle asks quietly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Huh, my sweet Eddy? Do you have something to say?"
"Me?" Edward rounds his eyes. "Erm..."
"Yeah, you're kind of too excited, dear brother," Terrence notices, setting his gloomy look at Edward. "Don't you have to do with the threats from the letters? After what we had to experience, we have a reason to believe we got a betrayal, who decided to help someone destroy us."
"What? Terrence..." Edward shakes his head slightly. 'Terrence, what are you talking about? Why do you think so bad of me? What did I do to you?"
"Don't pretend to be an innocent lamb, Edward. Your game is over. Raquelle and I bite you through and can confidently blame you for our problems."
"Maybe, you got to distract us and pretended that everything was fine," Raquelle says with absolute calm. "But we're no longer going to believe you. Because you've done enough to help someone destroy us."
"Guys, what's wrong?" Edward wonders, breathing a little heavily. "Why are you looking at me as if I'm an enemy?"
"Enough, Edward!" Raquelle exclaims a little louder. "Stop having us wrapped around your finger! You do know who wrote the letters, and what the author of them needs from us. I've been sure that it has to do with you from the beginning. And my suspicions got confirmed."

"My gosh, how many people are by his side..." Daniel says with sadness in his eyes. "And Peter did make himself think nobody needed him, and everybody gave a damn about his problems."
"I think the school bullying played a major role in the formation of his character," Jessica assumes. "I always knew that groundless aggression would bring some aftermath. And I was right... You see what it led to."
"Yeah, but I don't understand, why did they hate him so much? Peter is a good man... He's not ugly, he's quite clever... Much cleverer than I am..."
"They just needed a victim. So, they chose a skinny boy that was weak, poor, lonely, and unhappy. And as the school located in the place where we lived was small, many guys studied there and knew almost everything about each other. So, the guys indisposed everybody towards Peter. It happened that the whole school was bullying him. Yes, Rose didn't want to be like everybody, had his opinion and different tastes, and loved standing out against the gray mice by his clothes, music taste, or something else. But there were no reasons to hate him so much... He isn't sick and a psycho. He is a healthy man, who just needed someone to teach him to be strong and protect himself and his opinion, for which everybody disliked him."
"Sadly, it happens so..." Terrence moans tiredly, running his hand over his face. "Children often love discriminating against someone by a sign that is totally fine for adult people, but something unusual for them. I'm sorry, teachers and parents can't sometimes explain to children that people are different. There's nothing wrong with being kind of different."
"So, Peter became a victim of discrimination. By his appearance, his well-being, and his wish to stand out somehow. I was lucky I wasn't showered with dirt as much as he was. Through, I was never a part of their business and was on my own. I mean, I spoke to some people for a business, but I never befriended them. Peter was the only one to be my close friend. Not at once, of course, but somewhere at a high school, but still..."
"Now I'm starting to understand why he was distanced for some time when we just started to play in a band," Daniel replies thoughtfully. "Yes, Rose talked to me, but I had a feeling that he wanted to get off me soon. It seems like he doesn't trust people and spends much time getting used to them..."

"Listen, I completely understand you probably have not the best and easiest period in your life. But you can always count on Daniel and me. We'd be happy to help you if you told us what happened and let us know what would make you feel better."
"Nothing can help me. And I made absolutely sure that I had no place in your band. And I can no longer be your friend and just speak to you. I don't deserve it after everything I've done."
"No, Peter, don't say that!" Terrence pronounces excitedly. "You didn't do anything terrible for us to think of you're so bad! And if you did something, we'd be by your side anyway and not judge you."
"Don't calm me down, Terrence. I've decided, today is the last day I speak to you. I left the band a few days ago and am now ready to break my contact with you. To let you reach for your dream, which you two have been aiming so hard."
"Peter, hear us!" Daniel begs in a little shaking voice. "We blame you for nothing and are ready to help you. Let's quietly talk about everything, and you'll explain why you wanna do this to us. I promise Terrence and I won't judge you and blame you for something. Just give us a chance to help you and save you from something bad."
"It doesn't make sense," Peter replies without emotions in a low voice. "Nothing will help such a talentless and brainless ugly that always messes up everything. I... I can't take this anymore... The stinker named Peter must not live in this world. He must not poison the lives of those, who surround him, and prevent them from making their biggest dreams come true."
Terrence and Daniel look at each other with horror in their widely open eyes and slightly shake their heads, feeling their throats get dry from the excitement, and their hands start shaking slightly.
"No, no, Peter, please, don't do this!" Daniel begs with a heavy breath. "We've never considered you ugly or brainless! Why did you make yourself think of such terrible things? Can't words of people that love you make you sure you aren't what you think you are?"
"Who the fuck needs me?" Peter makes a louder sob, strongly shaking from the excitement. "Everybody has their business and doesn't wanna babysit a pathetic bastard, whose birth was the greatest mistake."
"We need you! Need you not only as a drummer of the band that won't exist without you but also as a wonderful friend, who'd always come to help his close people and has never stopped being as loyal as a dog."
"Don't make me laugh, Daniel, you're saying bullshit. I guess, you confused me with another Peter and didn't mean the ugly you're talking on the phone with."
"Please, Peter, let's forget everything that happened between us and talk quietly. I swear I'm not mad at you for what happened and wanna keep befriending you and learn to be a better friend, who wouldn't ruin the friendship because of his long tongue. If something hurts you, I'll no longer even hint at that. Just let Terrence and me help you get outta the depression. We do know you need help and are ready to give it."

“Ah, Raquelle, I’m so in love with Daniel that I could get married after two or three months of a relationship. I don’t need any other man but the only one that made my life an incredible fairytale.”
“Don’t rush, Anna. Think better,” Raquelle glances aside for a second. “Or what happened between Terrence and me might happen to you. We magically saved our relationship. And we began to really take care of each other. I realized that man was much closer to me than I thought. I realized that I wanted to get married to him.”
“You’re just destined to be together,” Natalia smiles shyly. “Alicia’s friend somehow told you your relationship with your husband would be hard, but you’d be together because you were made for each other.”
“And we feel bad apart. We can fight and get each other irritated as much as we want, but I’d feel bad without him. Yes, MacClife sometimes gets me madly wild! I do wanna grab a heavy skillet and hit him in the face! But I love him anyway. I’m attracted to that hot-headed idiot. Even if I keep wondering how I could love him. The man, who acted as if I belonged to him at our first meeting.”
“You didn’t mind it,” Anna laughs shyly. “If you’d wanted, Terrence wouldn’t have even come to you.”
“Yeah… On the day we met for the first time, I didn’t think he’d become my husband. I would’ve laughed loudly if someone had told me that!”
“But, as you see, it happened!” Natalia smiles innocently.
“But the mission of living quietly with him is gonna be hard.” Raquelle cracks a slight smile at her engagement ring. “Every single day of life with Terrence is like a volcano. With him, I feel so many emotions that I feel dizzy.”
“We know that guy loves something spicy,” Anna chuckles kindly. “You’d never be bored with him.”
“Yeah… I always thought my future husband would be quiet, decent, and shy. But my destiny is a crazy, shameless, and selfish peacock, who pronounced himself a god of everything and everyone.”
“We’re shocked, too, honestly,” Natalia confesses.
“Anyway, I love that man. And my inside voice says it’s mine. He’s gonna be only mine.” Raquelle moves her little sad gaze to her hands and sighs quietly. “Yes, maybe, Terrence and I have a bad period, but I know we’d overcome it and be happy again.”

"You see them?" Terrence asks, holding the steering wheel and watching the road.
"Nope, I don't," Raquelle replies, sharply turning back. "But they'd hardly leave us alone."
"Yeah, I believe so. They could make an unexpected surprise."
"Oh, my gosh..." Raquelle leans back in the passenger seat and closes her eyes for two seconds. "Seems like our nightmares aren't over yet... And they would hardly be over at the nearest time."
"It's gonna be fine, sweetie, don't be afraid. I promised I'd do my best for them not to hurt us. So, we got off them," Terrence looks into the rearview mirror. "I think they left us alone, 'cause I don't see them behind."
"It doesn't mean we could quietly go outside and no longer meet them somewhere."
"Yeah, and you wanted to visit Anna," Terrence chuckles quietly and changes the speed with a gearbox. "But I think you understand how dangerous it is for you to be outside alone. It's clear they ain't gonna leave us alone."
"Do you think being at home would be much safer? Or with you? They do know where we're living and can visit us at any time." Raquelle exhales sharply and tightly hugs herself with her arms. "Somewhere in the middle of the night. And scare 'till death..."
"I don't deny, but being at our home would be much safer. It's quite hard to get on our territory for a stranger. There are wonderful guards in our neighborhood. I haven't heard that some of our neighbors got robbed, and some people got into someone's houses."
"I dunno, I can't be sure about it. It's dangerous to be everywhere now..."
"I swear I will not leave this business without my attention and will do my best to save us from any threat."
"Maybe, do we go to the police? It's a criminal case! Those men and their boss may be sentenced for threats and a planned attempt to harm!"
"We aren't able to prove it yet. We have to save the visit to the police for later. And if we run into a bad officer, even having the letters will not be enough to get our report accepted."
"But what do we do? Are we gonna be afraid that we'd be wounded somewhere?"
"Nope. First, we'll listen to Edward and make him tell everything about that man, and then decide what to do and look for real proof of the fault of that man for everything that is happening to us."
"Then we need to talk to Edward immediately and find out who that man is. As the letters say we need to ask someone, we must do it."
"I promise, Raquelle, we'll do it after tomorrow. We'll call Edward and invite him to us. Trust me, I will be very cruel to him and get the confession out of him by force." Terrence sharply shakes his head and hums, grabbing the steering wheel much tighter. "Oh, Edward... I will give such a shake to my brother that he will remember it for a long time. But if something else happens, I'll definitely hate him and call him my enemy."
"I think I'll add some fuel," Raquelle throws gloomily, crossing her arms over the chest. "Sorry for saying it, but I almost got my hair white on my head because of your stupid brother. I don't know what kind of trouble he got us into, but I also began to lose my trust in him."