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The Rain - Chapter One

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The rain was hard as it hit my body. I closed my eyes so they wouldn’t sting as much. If someone saw me, they wouldn’t be able to distinguish the tears from the rain. The only reason I knew, was because the tears were warm as they ran down my cheek. They mixed with the rain and traveled down onto my knees. I was cold, wet, and hungry.
I stared up at the sky and watched the water droplets fall on my face. They were beautiful; almost like an unseen beauty. But they brought me so much pain. Maybe because they made me realize how alone I really was as I sat here on the cold cement. My jacket couldn’t keep out the coldness even though I held it tightly around myself.
People passed me by as if I was nothing. I must have looked like a drowned rat. I was dirty and homeless, who would want to look? I just wanted to sit here and die. Maybe the walls would open up and swallow me whole. That’s what I was hoping anyway. But I was asking for something that would never happen. I would sit here for days until I rotted, I knew this.
That’s what I wanted, that’s what was supposed to happen.
“You alright?” The rain stopped dripping on my face as an umbrella covered me. “It’s not good to sit in the rain like this.” He held his hand out to me. “Why don’t you walk with me?” I stared at him for a moment. This guy was probably going to rape me and then kill me. Would that be a faster death then what I wanted?
I took his hand and he held his arm out to me to hold on to. I just looked at him and shook my head, but he kept holding it out for me. It’s as if he didn’t care that I was soaking wet. He didn’t care if a rat like me was standing next to him. But that’s probably because he knew it would pay off.
After taking his arm, he led me through the streets. People looked at us like we were weird or something. I got dirty looks, but he didn’t. I looked at him a few times as we walked. His hair was slightly damp from the rain when he gave me his umbrella and his leather jacket had little rain droplets on it. It was dark and the street lights couldn’t show me all of his features. His face was young, maybe he was in his twenties? Must like younger girls than. But what older man doesn’t?
I followed him without asking any questions, I didn’t even utter a word. He just held a smile on his face and led me through the crowded streets. I swore I heard people ask why a rat was with a man like him. I honestly didn’t understand it either. There were far better prostitutes on the other side of town. Why did this guy want a rat as his play toy for the night?
He took me down into the subway and bought a ticket for each of us. The attendant looked at me funny, but didn’t ask any questions. We boarded the train and I chose to stand, since I was soaking wet. He tossed his coat over me. Maybe it was because he knew I was cold, or he was just being nice, or he wanted to seem like my boyfriend or something. Or maybe he wanted to hide the fact that I was soaking wet to everyone on the train.
We got off at the next station and once again he held out his arm to me. I took it more gradually than I did the first time. Which seemed to please him a little as he smiled down at me. I sadly hoped that if this man was really going to rape me, he’d enjoy it. That way someone could get some use out of me before I die.
He called a taxi and gave the driver the address to somewhere. I wasn’t familiar with this side of town. Maybe it was a love hotel? I just leaned back in the seat and was happy to be out of the rain. It still came down hard against the windows of the taxi and made it hard for me to drift to sleep. My eyes kept closing but the rain kept me awake. Maybe it was a reminder that I wasn’t allowed to sleep until I was dead.
“We’re here.” The taxi driver said as we pulled up to a house. The lights were off and it was dark, but it was a nice house. It had a fence around it with a gate and it was two stories. The second story had a balcony that overlooked the front yard. It was a nice looking house, but maybe it held something else?
“Thanks,” the man said to him and handed him some money. He quickly got out and came around to my door to help me out. I hadn’t realized how tired and weak I was, so he picked me up and placed the umbrella over us as he walked to the house. He pushed the gate open and unlocked the front door.
“Stay here okay?” He said as he placed me down in front of the door. He closed the door and locked it as he flipped on some switches, turning on the lights. There were two hallways, one that went straight back into the house and one that went to the left, opening into a big living room. I felt compelled to look.
I stayed on the wood covered floor, as to not make a mess since I was still dripping wet. There was a wraparound couch with a coffee table in the center covered in random papers. A flat screen TV sat on a small TV stand in front of the couch. The kitchen was connected to the living room and was also big. It had an island that doubled as counter space. This house felt too big for one person, did he live alone?
“I have a bath running for you,” he said as he came up behind me, “and a change of clothes waiting for you when you get out.” I was confused at first, but then I assumed that he’d want someone clean to put in his bed.
The bath water was warm and seemed to melt away my frustrations. I looked at my small body and sighed. Would he be okay with someone with so many scars and bruises? Would they disgust him? The ones on my legs were new ones, but the rest were already starting to turn blue and go away. The scars on my stomach probably wouldn’t go away without some sort of cream, but I didn’t want them to go away. Maybe he’d see them and throw me back outside.
The clothes he had waiting for me were too big for me. This shirt was really baggy and exposed my shoulders too much, along with the bruises on them. The shorts he gave me barely fit, but I managed to keep them on. I dried my hair the best I could and combed it out, but it was still damp. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt disgusted. I was small from lack of food and my face looked tired because of the lack of sleep. The bruises on my shoulders made me look disgusting.
I had to admit that I did feel refreshed after the bath. How long had it been sense I’d been able to clean myself properly? To actually be clean felt so nice, for a moment, it took the pain away. But then it slowly crept back and made me realize how worthless I really was. I was a tool for people to use; A tool for people to take their anger out on, and in this case, their lust.
When I walked back out into the living room, he was sleeping on the couch. He’d changed clothes and must have come out here to wait for me. His head was tilted down as he held a phone in his hand. I walked over to him and poked his shoulder, but he didn’t wake up. I felt the urge to touch his cheek, so I did. He was warm and his skin was soft.  I looked into the kitchen and wondered if he was hungry. It was a little late to have dinner, but I figured I could cook him something. To show my respect for him letting me get clean.
He didn’t have much in his kitchen, but I was used to making food with little supplies.  I settled with making some chicken curry since he had all the ingredients for it, and it was my favorite dish. He even had rice and a rice cooker, which worked out well. I probably felt my happiest when cooking and his kitchen was wonderful for it. The one in my house was small and I usually only made rice, if I made anything. Come to think of it, when was the last time I ate?
When the food was done, I placed it on the kitchen table. It was an average sized table with six chairs; One at each end and two on each side. I wondered why he had so many things when he obviously lived alone. He was still sleeping, though he’d managed to fall over on the couch and wasn’t sitting up anymore. I walked over to him and poked his face, but it didn’t work, so I shook his shoulders.
“What time is it?” He said suddenly as he sat up. He looked at me and chuckled softly. “The clothes turned out to be too big. Don’t worry, I’ll have more fitting one’s for you in the morning.” I didn’t say anything, just pointed toward the table. “You made dinner?” I nodded. “You don’t say much do you?” I shook my head. He chuckled and stood up, stretching his arms.
It must have been in that moment that he noticed the bruises because he looked away with a sad expression on his face. He then placed his hand gently on my head. It was comforting and made me feel like crying, but the tears had long ago stopped, and maybe had run dry. So I just stared up at him and he smiled down at me. Maybe this man had never intended to hurt me.
We ate dinner and he occasionally spoke to me. But I was never able to answer anything he asked me. I would simply nod yes or no. I wasn’t able to speak and I wasn’t sure why. When was the last time I had spoken? It had been years hadn’t it? I couldn’t remember.
He showed me to a room that he said was now mine and not to worry about anything. This man was strange, taking in a complete stranger off the streets. What if I killed him in the night? Or stole all of his most valuable belongings? Even if I did have that intent, his kind smile would probably make me change my mind. When was the last time someone smiled at me like that?
"When it rains,
it means the sky is crying,
for some where in the world,
a someone is dying."
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quietyumi's avatar
Very lovely :) I finally got the time to read it, I can't wait for what you have in store :la: