When It Rains

Chapter 2

I had already begun to wheeze before the night had any chance to settle in. My head steamed red with anger and yet confusion still lingered at the back of my mind. I began to tell myself that maybe my vision was clouded by the rain and the darkness that appeared so suddenly today, but even if I knew for a fact that the rain had drenched every part of him from head to toe and yet for that split second it took for me to reach into the house he... was… dry.

I inhaled as I threw myself onto the bed. At dinner, my mind just seemed to keep wandering off to Scott. It was only when Mama had advised that staring was rude did I realized that I was staring at Scott through most of the dinner. I placed my hands on my face with embarrassment. It all seemed so weird. I contemplated telling Papa what had happened, but without evidence, I would sound like a crazy person.

All this thinking was giving me a headache. I was ready to jump into bed under my comfortable covers when I heard footsteps strutting in the grass outside. I placed my head to the window to listen more clearly. Was someone taking a midnight stroll?

I pulled my curtains slightly just enough to peep outside. When I noticed a figure heading into the fields, the person was tall with white hair, and he was holding what seemed to be a canvas in his hands.

Is that Scott? What was he doing out in the rain in the middle of the night? Scaring the living hell out of people. I held my beating heart in relief. I found it weird for him to be walking outside in the dark all by himself, like wasn't he scared?

He was so suspicious, I took another breath of relief. I knew his hair was white when I first saw him and at dinner it was black. I was sure I was seeing clearly. A weird feeling came over me. But... what was he doing outside? I pulled the curtains open a bit more to see my surroundings.

My eyes had shifted off with my thoughts and as I turned back to see where he was heading, at that instant he turned, looking straight at me.

Oh, shoots! I quickly pulled the curtains to hide myself. Did he see me? I panicked

After about 30 seconds, I slightly opened the curtains again but, to my surprise, he was gone. He vanished and so did the rain. I searched with my eyes every inch.

Did he run into the bushes? The bushes are too far away

Maybe he had come back inside? I would have seen him

Maybe he ran? But why would he run?

My anticipation was building and so was my curiosity when, suddenly, the stacks of books that nestled on my table fell on the ground, causing me to scream. I closed my eyes and rushed to my door.

I took deep breaths as my heart rate began to slowly decrease. I laughed a bit, knowing that my fight-or-flight reaction would always be flight. I was such a scared cat.

Lucia! Mama and Papa had rushed out of their rooms

"Are you okay? We heard screams." Mama asked.

Mr. and Mrs. Oberlin came out of their rooms as well and, shortly after, Jenny and Scott.

"It's nothing, just a mistake." I ushered everyone back to their rooms.

"Are you sure? What happened?" Papa asked, really concerned.

"It’s silly, actually my books fell off the table. The noise just gave me a bit of a scare." I rubbed my neck a bit embarrassed.

The morning came a bit earlier than expected. I was still tossing and turning trying to fall back to sleep. Yesterday was quite awful. Everything just happened so weirdly, especially with Scott. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing outside so late.

The sun had decided to bless us with some sunshine this morning, and I was more than thankful. The thunder and lightning that accompanied the rain last night was very unpleasant. I remember liking the rain when I was a little girl. Now not so much.

I stretched and let out a big yarn as I walked down the hallway heading downstairs. When I noticed the door to Scott’s room was slightly open, I contemplated peeping just to see what he was up to.

But what if he’s n***d?

He wouldn’t be.

Why wouldn’t he be n***d? It’s his room and he showers. Maybe he just showered and he’s currently n***d.

He’s not n***d.

But he could be

Maybe he isn’t

But he could be

Maybe you just shouldn’t go peeping into other people's rooms. It is not womanly, you know.

After having a whole conversation in my head, I decided that I was only going to look for a second. It couldn’t hurt anyone and, besides, maybe there was something in his room that might explain all this crazy stuff that kept happening.

I fixed my eyes on the door before walking towards it after checking my surroundings, making sure that no one was around to see what I was doing. I placed one eye between a small space. I scanned the room, unable to see clearly. I softly and quietly pushed the door enough to see Scott sitting on a stool painting.

His body was backing the door, his hair was shiny black, and he had on blue pajamas painting what seemed to be a beach on a deserted island. The sky was bright blue with no clouds. The oceans were sectioned off as if they were waves and sticking out their heads, dolphins in the water.

The sand on the beach looked detailed, as if he drew every single grain and crawling around the beach, what seemed to be sea creatures. Crabs, a turtle, a seagal standing on a rock, a picnic mat with goodies off into the distance, and the trees and grass were even more detailed. The painting just looked so majestic, and the more I looked it felt as though I could hear the ocean and feel the breeze brush pass me.

“Are you going to keep staring forever?” Scott asked, still painting.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to intrude.” I was startled. I didn’t realize that he had seen me.

“And yet still you did…’ Scott placed the palette down and turned around looking at me “…Lucia”

He looked different from the Scott I remember from my previous summers. He was all grown up, and he was handsome, but his eyes staring straight at me seemed cold and scary. Almost as if you were staring into an abyss.

“Why did you just walk past me in the rain yesterday?” I asked nervously, trying to be as confident as possible.

He just continued staring at me. I began to feel uneasy and then he just smiled lightly in the weirdest and scariest way possible.

“You seem to be quite fixated on me, Lucia.” He picked

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I had already begun to wheeze before the night had a chance to settle in. My head steamed red with anger, and yet, confusion still lingered at the back of my mind. I began to tell myself that maybe my vision was clouded by the rain and the darkness that appeared so suddenly today, but even if I knew for a fact that the rain had drenched every part of him from head to toe, and yet, for that split second it took for me to reach into the house, he... was... dry.

I inhaled as I threw myself onto the bed. At dinner, my mind just seemed to keep wandering off to Scott. It was only when Mama had advised that staring was rude did I realize that I was staring at Scott through most of the dinner. I placed my hands on my face with embarrassment. It all seemed so weird. I contemplated telling Papa what had happened, but without evidence, I would sound like a crazy person.

All this thinking was giving me a headache. I was ready to jump into bed under my comfortable covers when I heard footsteps strutting in the grass outside. I placed my head to the window to listen more clearly. Was someone taking a midnight stroll?

I pulled my curtains slightly just enough to peep outside. When I noticed a figure heading into the fields, the person was tall with white hair, and he was holding what seemed to be a canvas in his hands.

Is that Scott? What was he doing out in the rain in the middle of the night? Scaring the living hell out of people. I held my beating heart in relief. I found it weird for him to be walking outside in the dark all by himself, like wasn't he scared?

He was so suspicious; I took another breath of relief. I knew his hair was white when I first saw him, and at dinner, it was black. I was sure I was seeing clearly. A weird feeling came over me. But... what was he doing outside? I pulled the curtains open a bit more to see my surroundings.

My eyes had shifted off with my thoughts, and as I turned back to see where he was heading, at that instant, he turned, looking straight at me.

Oh no! I quickly pulled the curtains to hide myself. Did he see me? I panicked.

After about 30 seconds, I slightly opened the curtains again, but to my surprise, he was gone. He vanished, and so did the rain. I searched with my eyes every inch.

Did he run into the bushes? The bushes are too far away...

Maybe he had come back inside? I would have seen him...

Maybe he ran? But why would he run?

My anticipation was building and so was my curiosity when, suddenly, the stacks of books that nestled on my table fell on the ground, causing me to scream. I closed my eyes and rushed to my door.

I took deep breaths as my heart rate began to slowly decrease. I laughed a bit, knowing that my fight-or-flight reaction would always be flight. I was such a scared cat.

Lucia! Mama and Papa had rushed out of their rooms.

"Are you okay? We heard screams," Mama asked.

Mr. and Mrs. Oberlin came out of their rooms as well, and shortly after, Jenny and Scott.

"It's nothing; just a mistake," I ushered everyone back to their rooms.

"Are you sure? What happened?" Papa asked, really concerned.

"It's silly; actually, my books fell off the table. The noise just gave me a bit of a scare," I rubbed my neck a bit embarrassed.

The morning came a bit earlier than expected. I was still tossing and turning trying to fall back to sleep. Yesterday was quite awful. Everything just happened so weirdly, especially with Scott. I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing outside so late.

The sun had decided to bless us with some sunshine this morning, and I was more than thankful. The thunder and lightning that accompanied the rain last night were very unpleasant. I remember liking the rain when I was a little girl; now not so much.

I stretched and let out a big yawn as I walked down the hallway heading downstairs. When I noticed the door to Scott's room was slightly open, I contemplated peeping just to see what he was up to.

But what if he's n***d?

He wouldn't be.

Why wouldn't he be n***d? It's his room and he showers.

Maybe he just showered and he's currently n***d.

He's not n***d.

But he could be...

Maybe you just shouldn't go peeping into other people's rooms; it is not womanly...

After having a whole conversation in my head, I decided that I was only going to look for a second; it couldn't hurt anyone, and besides, maybe there was something in his room that might explain all this crazy stuff that kept happening.

I fixed my eyes on the door before walking towards it after checking my surroundings, making sure that no one was around to see what I was doing. I placed one eye between a small space in the door before softly pushing it open enough to see Scott sitting on a stool painting.

His body blocked the door; his hair was shiny black; and he had on blue pajamas painting what seemed to be a beach on a deserted island. The sky was bright blue with no clouds; the oceans were sectioned off as if they were waves and sticking out their heads; dolphins were in the water.

The sand on the beach looked detailed; as if he drew every single grain; crawling around the beach were what seemed to be sea creatures—crabs, turtles, seals standing on rocks; a picnic mat with goodies off into the distance; trees and grass were even more detailed. The painting just looked so majestic; and the more I looked at it felt as though I could hear the ocean and feel the breeze brush past me.

"Are you going to keep staring forever?" Scott asked, still painting.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to intrude," I said, startled.

"And yet still you did...," Scott placed his palette down and turned around looking at me "...Lucia."

He looked different from Scott from my previous summers; he was all grown up; and he was handsome; but his eyes staring straight at me seemed cold and scary—almost as if you were staring into an abyss.

"Why did you just walk past me in the rain yesterday?" I asked nervously, trying to be as confident as possible.

He just continued staring at me; then he smiled lightly in the weirdest way possible.

"You seem to be quite fixated on me, Lucia." He picked up his palette and turned back to his painting.

"Why is that?" He asked again.

I began to feel uneasy then he laughed again.

"You are getting annoying; go away now," Scott said; then left his room.

"What are you doing in there?" Jenny asked confused again.

"So you're not going to answer any of my questions?" She asked.

"I'm going downstairs for breakfast," Scott said coming down the stairs.

"So you're not going to answer any of my questions?" She asked again.

"Maybe later," Scott said coldly then left them all behind.

As we got to the bottom of the stairs, we heard our parents talking in the living room...