What If

1

I don't have to run. The strong grumble of thunder and the painful lashing of rain ran beneath my entire body. Though I tried to swiped it away by my hand as the droplets of rain blurred my vision, it doesnt stopped me from stumbling every now and then. I am literally out in a middle of a strong storm on this very cold night. I hugged my backpack firmly. But I dont think it can soothe my now shaking body from the cold. I looked around, trying to find a place where I could stop and stay for a while. But all I saw was the thick fog due to the storm. Fact is, I am miles away from home. I take a very deep breath to calm my nerves. This is not what I have expected for tonight. At 7pm, I have to be in our home tucked in bed while reading. And I maybe find this rain useful and a blessing. I have loved raining nights eversince I was young. The raindrops served as my music to let me sleep. But tonight, it was different. Strangely, I walked slowly again. Biting my lower lip to prevent my self from shiverring and crying. I am fully soaked wet and I am afraid my school things were also on that way. I cant imagine my favorite novel on that mad state but I cant checked it out as of the moment. With this kind of wheather it will worsen the book.

I imagined my mother will be frantic knowing I am still out. She wont surely accept my excuse that I was left by the bus. Last trip was bound on 5pm. And it was now 7pm. So obviously, I cant do anything but to pray and of coarse to walk until my parents will come loooking for me. That was terrible! As I knew what will about to happen if my parents did so. Surely, I will recieve a whole night ranting from my mother telling strictly about the rules and so on. With that thoughts, I began to walk fast. I have to find a ride somewhere so as to escape from this horrible situation.

My shoes sounded as I made my way quickly. I wonder if I can still wear it tomorrow. But I dont mind wearing slippers to school anyway as long as I have to be home. I felt nervous as I started to run. I should have ran the very first time the rain started. As I was about to ran faster, I heard the sound of a motorcycle hurling towards my destination.

" Let it be my mama please. Or a person with a good heart. Good enough to take me home.." I started to ramble in my mind. I stopped and wait for it. With a scary heart and a trembling body I stood out in the side of the street. Hoping that it was my mother or one of our neighbors. For sure if they found out it was me in here, they will take me home without second thoughts.

I saw a blue and red combination of a motor bike. And my mind began to wonder who among of the people I knew owned something like this one.

I wiped my eyes from being watery. I cant see clearly who it was because of the darkness and the rain. I saw it stopped as I sway my right arm at the spot where I have stood up. The driver climed out of the big bike and walked towards me. I felt uneasy and scared. What if its one of the bad guys I heard wandering the streets at night?

I dont want to panicked. This man might be my hero for the night. I maybe have to speak properly and asked him with a soft voice. Convinced him to just drop me off not far from home.

"Jen? What the hell are you doing in this hour at night? "

The man with an odd voice came to vision. He walked towards me with a black coat stick around his body. I felt a slight happiness when I saw who it was.

"Uncle..!" I almost jumped in gladness. Thank God I found the real hero for the night. My father's brother in law. My uncle.

"You must be out of your mind walking in this damn heavy rain, young lady!"

This is it. I will soon recieve a fully packed brand new sermons and lecture. I let out a heavy sigh. I was prepared for my explainations. At least this guy could take me home Im sure. I slowly walk my way to his side with my head bowed as I reached for the raincoat he handed on me. I decided to keep my mouth shut. Not that I have nothing else to say but my lips felt numb as well as my mind. Im really starving and I felt Im going to catch fever tomorrow.

"...Well, hop in. Im sure your parents were on their knees praying for your safety.."

I climed on. Setting my self comfortably on the back side. He immediately started off the ignition and as soon as I take a breath I enhale the smell of the cold night. Wet land and grassland perfume occupy my nostrils. This is what I love about raining. This things that flatters my senses. I couldnt wait to get started with my diary for tonight. But before that, I know I have to deal with my parents frowning face and ranting mouth.

I remained silent for the rest of the drive. And I felt happy that my uncle didnt ask any further about my whereabouts. Less talk, less hassle. I hear my uncle groaned loud when the tire of the bike hits a rock. Maybe a huge rock because I can feel the slight swinging of the bike. I knew how my uncle hates when driving on a heavy rain. But for now I cant even apologize for deep in my thoughts I knew I was really praying some saviour for the night. And I dont felt guilty. Maybe sympathy for his bike but aside from that, nothing at all.

" Make a move and go face your miseries. No doubt they are still awake. I'll just get the coat tomorrow. "

I hear my uncle's raspy voice once again. Never thought I had close my eyes as we drove off. I snapped it open and began to shiver as I saw our little house. And true to that, I saw my mother's body began to pop up from behind the door. And I literally tremble. I slowly climed out from the bike and stood firmly on the ground. Rapid heartbeat began to pound from underdeath. I really had my death wish for going home late.

" ...Jenny! How on earth do you think your supposedly doing when you think you are allowed to get home late? Have you even thingking in the first place? Its so damn late and you are for God's sake a young girl out on this terrible night!.."

I saw my mother breathless spilling out those words from her mouth. I roll my eyes and started walking towards the door. I passed my mother who gave me the stern look that could knocked me down. She crossed her arms on her chest as she followed me inside just as I heard her thanking my uncle for the ride. Oh yeah, I am so ungrateful. I forgot to say a simple thanks to my uncle who saved me tonight. I place my backpack on the small table and began undressing my wet clothes. As I was about to, my mother handed me the white towel, still frowning. I gave her a small smile and wrap the towel to my soaking body. Without words. My throat grew lump and I know I have to drink a glass of water before I can speak up. I quickly dried my hair with my hand and just let it drop on my shoulders. I looked around and knew that all was nowhere to be found. Maybe on our room doing school stuff unlike me who is still here standing in the middle of our house under my mothers strict observation as if I went out dating with a guy.

I let out a heavy sigh and sat down. I have to check my things before hearing out my mother's rattle. I almost muttered a curse when I felt my books and notes were soaked up. Too damn much! And when I also checked my favorite novel Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, its also on its worst state.

"...Is this some kind of a big joke?.." I sofly plead to my self. And then I regretted I brought it on school when in fact I dont have to. We were not discussing English Literature. I knew it but I let my stubborness overruled me.

" So what do mean by that? You were asking me if I was joking asking you where have you been, wasn't it Jennifer?.."

I was almost about to jumped off out of the chair as my mother's soft yet stern voice echoed through our small silent house.

I have totally forgotten my mom's presence because of my book.

"..No ma. I mean, Im so sorry I went home late. I was left by the bus and I dont have anything to do except to walked down the road all the way here. And then it began to rain and I dont have my coat with me.."

As I was speaking my eyes began to wander around. I need a food. And I need it right now! My stomache made some unpleasure sound as I was about to stand up and headed to our kitchen. I knew well that my mother will follow me and I dont mind. All I want is some food to be stucked on my now grambling tummy.

Authors Note:

-okay, I know this is my first time to write something this long that I know I have to finish.

This story is based on pure fiction only. Any incident of similarities to any personalty is

of coincidence and not based on their story.