Cursed family

The Beast's voice was like thunder, shaking the very foundations of the room. "What are you hiding?" he shouted again.

Ava tried to speak, but her breath was still caught in her throat. "I..." she managed to stammer, but her words trailed off.

The Beast knew she was in no state to talk, so he quickly unlocked the door and grasped Ava's hands, pulling her out of the room. "We will talk tomorrow," he growled, his voice still low and menacing.

As Ava stumbled out into the bright hallway, she blinked in the sudden light. The Beast pushed her gently down the hall, pointing her in the direction of the kitchen. "There's food at the end of the hall," he said. "Eat something."

And with that, he slammed the door shut behind her, plunging himself back into the darkness. Ava was left standing alone in the hallway, wondering what had just happened.

...

Meanwhile, at Vancouver, Rachel sat alone on a chair, nursing her wounded hand. When the evil spirit sent them flying, she landed on the floor with full force, and couldn't maintain her balance. She felt a mix of emotions: sadness, fear, and uncertainty. She had been sitting in that public chair for about 4 hours now, without making any movement, tears kept on dropping from her cheeks. She didn't know where to start from, or where she was. The Blackwood family had suffered for so long, since that evil mark came upon them.

The evil witch who caused Rachel and Malcolm, plus her future generations, so much pain was no other person but Malcolm's mother. She never liked Rachel and wouldn't bless their marriage. Malcolm's mother, the witch, had always wanted Malcolm to marry her friend's daughter, but Malcolm didn't agree with her. Instead, he went ahead and married Rachel. On the day of their marriage, the witch did not only refuse to bless them, but she also cursed them. She did it to the extent that she didn't even care about her own son. Since that moment, the Blackwood family's lives had been miserable. No one wanted to help them or take them in.

Rachel's headache worsened as she thought about her past. She didn't know what to do next or where to go. Just then, she heard footsteps approaching. She quickly wiped away her tears, not wanting to look pitiful or vulnerable.

The person walked closer to her, concern etched on his face. "Ma'am, what's wrong? I've been watching you for a while now, and I can tell you're not okay. You've been sitting here for hours, crying. Do you need some help? Maybe I can call someone for you?"

Rachel shook her head, trying to brush off the stranger's concern. "I'm fine, thank you. I just...I just need to figure some things out." She tried to stand up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her to sit back down.

The stranger quickly sat down beside her, holding her gently by the elbow. "Hey, hey, it's okay. You don't have to go anywhere. Just rest here for a minute. Can I get you something? Maybe some water or a blanket?"

Rachel hesitated, unsure of what to do. She didn't know this man, and she didn't want to be a burden. But at the same time, she was desperate for help. She was cold, hungry, and in pain. She needed a place to stay, and this stranger seemed willing to provide it.

"Please, ma'am, let me help you," the stranger said, his voice soft and persuasive. "I have a place you can stay, just for tonight. You can rest, eat something, and figure out what to do next. I promise I won't hurt you. I just want to help."

Rachel looked up at the stranger, searching his face for any sign of deceit. But all she saw was kindness and concern. She took a deep breath, making a decision.

"Okay," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll go with you."