A year before. The beginning of everything.
I walked out into the sunlight with a grin on my face. The warmth of the golden sun drenched my pores. I looked out at my front yard. The small yard that was surrounded by a white picket fence seemed more alive today. The newly cut grass seemed to shine a bit more and the trees next to my house seemed to glow healthy. The brown bark was actually staying on the tree, barely peeling off as the bright green leaves hung from the tree's branches, swirling around as the warm wind blew through it instead of flinging off. The sky, surrounding the sun, a bright blue, covered by no clouds, takes my breath away every time I look up at it. . Only flying blue jays and robins were covering some of its blue, though they only made the sky look more beautiful. Real.
"Rain!" I heard my mom's strained voice yell from inside the house.
"Yes mom?!" I yelled turning to hear her answer.
The sun's light reflected off the square windows of the house, making it hard to get a clear glimpse into the kitchen where I'm guessing she is, packing a healthy lunch for work. Tired and bored, I took notice of the house itself. The paint over the house is a beautiful vibrant hot pink. It stands out from the rest of the houses on my street which are usually all white and faded. The paint looks nice and fresh, like it was just painted yesterday. The roof is a nice black color. Mom made sure to make the roof match the rest of the house, picking out the darkest color possible. The house is small. It has a kitchen, a bathroom, two bedrooms, a living room and a small basement. Small in size, but comfortable. Cozy.
"I'm working late tonight," she sighed as the door knob to the front door started to turn. She opened the door and stepped out, closing her eyes to avoid the sudden brightness. She was wearing a pair of light jeans and a plain red shirt that had lace go down the V-neck cut. Her red hair was put up in a pony tail. She clutched her plain black one strap bag close to the chest. Her keys to her red Honda dangled on her middle finger. She opened her eyes finally, squinting a bits. She closed the door and gave me an apologetic look.
"How come?" I asked crossing my arms. I looked at her eyes that had a few layers of black eyeliner on them. She was also wearing light red lipstick and pink blush. She looked like she was 27 instead of 35.
"Dacy called in sick again and she had a long day today, so they called me in to cover for her when my shift ends," she groaned. Dacy is a girl my mom works with at a doctor's office in Middleway. A small town next to our town, Eden. She always seems to call in sick. I havent had the pleasure to meet her yet and trust me, I don't want it.
"Oh, well when do you think you'll be home?" I asked looking around at the few people walking their dogs. Not many houses were next to us since we lived on the outskirt of town. The nearest house is probably half a mile away, where the real town really starts off. "Should I wait to cook supper?"
"Oh don't bother," she said waving supper off. "I won't be off work until 8pm and I have to stop a few places before coming home, so just make supper for yourself. I'll get some food at a store or something," she shrugged walking over to her car, her black high-heels making a loud noise against the cement driveway the whole way.
"Oh, okay," I said nodding. I turned towards the house, then paused. I quickly turned back towards her with a new idea.
"Hey, can you give me a ride down town actually?" I asked biting my lip. Mom doesn't like me going out in town alone, she thinks that the people down there hanging on the streets will jump me in broad daylight. But downtown is the only place where there is something to do. And the small handful of times I have been there, I've always came back home with less than a scratch, the scratch that I usually got, tripping over a rock or something when I wouldn't be paying attention to my steps.
"Rain," she started, giving me a frown.
"Please!" I begged walking up to her. "Please! I barely go down there lately! Mom, its vacation! I only have a week! Let me go do something!" She gave me a doubtful look that was followed by a loud sigh.
"Okay," she said quietly. "But you have to be careful. And start walking home before it gets dark! You don't want to get kidnapped or something!"
"I wont! I promise!" I said walking to the passenger side of the car and climbing in. I buckled up and sank into the soft black seat as I looked at the spotless black dashboard. My mom always kept the car clean. Messes drive her insane. "Hey, can I also borrow some money?" I asked when she climbed in, throwing her bag in the middle of us.
"How much do you need?" she asked digging into her purse for her wallet. She pulled out the white leather wallet with neatly organized money, credit cards, bills and more.
"How about...20?" I asked thinking about the movies. There's a movie I have wanted to see called 'The pledge of love' Its a romance about these three girls who pledge to never date or get married because they think guys and love is crazy stupid. But then they all fall in love. The catch is though, they fall in love with the same guy.'
"Okay!" she said pulling out a 20 dollar bill. "Your going to work for this later right?" she asked as I took the folding green money.
"I'll do the dishes and a few loads of laundry. I'll clean the house too," I said putting the money in my pocket.
"Good," she smiled as she turned the car on. I looked at its clock that read 2pm.
"Wow, I didn't know it was this late!" I said looking down at my dark skinny jeans and black flip-flops.
"You and I both," she said eyeing the clock herself. I pulled my white blouse up a little, hiding most of my breast. I hate this shirt. In my opinion, it shows too much. But what can I do really? It's the only thing I have to wear.
We drove quietly until we hit town. Busy streets, movie theaters and lines and lines of stores greeted me. People with their multicolored sweatshirts and faded jeans walked on the grey sidewalks, turning their heads towards me when my mom pulled over, dropping me off.
"Thanks mom!" I said undoing my seat belt and opening the door.
"Be careful Rain," she said quickly. "And be home before dark."
"Mom, I know," I laughed rolling my eyes. I turned around and climbed out of the car. I turned back and gave her a smile. "I promise I'll be home before dark."
"Okay," she smiled weakly. "Well I have to get to work. Just remember, no drugs, no alcohol, no-"
"Mom, I know!" I said shaking my head. I shut the door and turned around. I looked down the crowed street at the movie theater. I started walking towards it, glancing back at the parking place to make sure she was really leaving and sighing in relief when I found it empty. I kept walking straight until I walked up to the doors of the theater. A list of its showings for movies hung in front of me on a white thick piece of paper. I went down the list.
The runaway bridesmaid.
The fiance's fiance'.
The hollow woods.
The hungry girls.
The Pledge of Love(SOLD OUT)
I looked at the list in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?!" I asked frustrated. "Its sold out?! Really?! Out of all the movies? Really?!"
"I believe that's what it says," a deep soft male voice whispered behind me. "And I believe I am a pretty good reader." His voice made shivers go up my spine and goosebumps form on my arms while the hairs on my neck stood up. I turned around and took in the beautiful man's sight.
He looked about 20. He had short brown hair and dark brown eyes, making his skin look lighter than it really probably is. I can see small splotches of tan skin in random places, almost as if trying to hide.
"Yeah?! Well that makes me angry! Do you know how long I have wanted to see The Pledge of love?!" I asked glaring back at the sign and the stupid words sold out.
"No I don't," he said as I looked back at him. "But if it makes you feel any better, The Hollow Woods wasn't a bad movie. Just the bad acting and cheesy plot made it a little hard to watch."
"That sounds like a bad movie to me," I said honestly.
"Oh who am I kidding? It sucked," he laughed. "But its a good laugh."
"Sorry, I don't like movies that suck." I shrugged walking past him, not planning to go see another movie. Mostly because of my new grumpy mood.
"Wait," he said behind me. I turned around and looked at him. I took another look at him and noticed how cute he really was. How everything about his physical form went with one another. He was beautiful. "I didn't catch your name," he finished with a smile.
"I didn't catch yours either," I said quietly. Now I'm getting curious. A total stranger starts talking to me, then asks for my name. Does he really think I'd tell him my real name or even a name? I don't know him. For all I know, he could be one of those crazy people my mom thinks everyone in this town is. That thought brought a smile to my face, but only for a second before my nerves kicked in, yelling at me for talking to a total stranger.
"My names Justin" he laughed holding his hand out to me. I stared at it, hesitating to shake it. I looked at his face. His harmless look. The innocence in his eyes won me over . I grabbed his hand that turned out to be very soft and warm with a weird lopsided smile.
"Hi," I said pulling away quickly when his grip loosened on my hand.
"So, your name?" he asked, wanting me to answer.
"Ah, Rebbecca," I lied. "My names Rebbecca."
"Rebecca," he said with a smile. "That's a pretty name."
"Yep, it is," I said nodding my head in fake agreement.
"Well, I can tell I'm keeping you from what you're going to do," he said with a sigh.
"Yeah," I said quickly. "So bye." I turned back around and walked through crowds of people, down the streets. I felt his eyes on me still, burning into my back and into my soul. I turned my head back slightly to look at him and I swear my heart almost broke my chest, it pounded so hard. He was following me, he was right behind me. "What are you doing?!" I said loudly as unease settled into my stomach. "Why are you following me?!"
"No, don't freak out!" he said putting his hands up.
"Well your following me, and that's freaking me out a little!" I admitted quickly. What if hes a killer who now wants to kill me?! My eyes grew wide at that thought. I don't want to die!
"I just want to ask you something!" he said putting his hands down, giving me an innocent look.
"Okay, what?" I asked quickly. "Do you need help getting somewhere? Are you new here? Do you want my number? If you do, you're not getting it you know."
"No no!" he said with a wide smirk. "I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to go get some coffee with me real quick." He gave me a look like a five-year old would give to their big sister after telling her they loved her. It was a little weird, but over all, sweet. Warm.
"Oh," I said at his unexpected invitation. "Coffee?"
"Yeah," he smiled. "A coffee shop is right around the corner."
"Oh," I whispered again. I felt guilty, though I have no idea why. Maybe because I kind of snapped at him. "Um, as much as I want to, I don't know you and I'm not supposed to really hang out with people I don't know."
"Come on," he winked. "I'm not anything harmful. Just one drink. One," he gave me begging eyes and a small hopeful smile that made me want to just hug him and say okay. So thats what I did. Well I didn't hug him though. Of course I didn't.
"Okay," I said quietly. "Just one!"
"Okay!" he smiled. "I'll pay."
"Yes you will," I laughed.
"So," he whispered. "Since we're going to go get coffee together, we should start being honest with each other. We probably wont see each other after today anyways." Puzzled by his statement, I spoke.
"What do you mean?" I questioned. "We weren't being honest with each other before?"
"Oh come on," he smiled as he reached out his hand towards me again. "Your real name isn't Rebbecca." He rolled his eyes and smirked at that name. My heart started beating furiously as I stared at him. How did he know that wasn't my real name?
"How do you know that?" I asked swallowing my discomfort.
"I can read it in your face," he replied.
"You can read it in my face?" I asked with a small smirk.
"Yes. I can sort of read people," he smiled. "And no one tells a stranger their real name. Come on."
"So your names not Justin?" I asked quietly. He just smiled at me, not answering me. He was amused. Amusement danced in his eyes. "Fine," I said taking his hand again, while giving him a smugged look. "My names Rain."
"Hello," he smiled, moving our arms up and down gently. "My name is Refe."