Slice of Life

When It's Raining

Warning: This story may not be suitable for very young readers.

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The skies are crying.

I'd covered my ears as I close my eyes when I heard another great peal of thunder followed by more lightnings. It made me shout and cry. Darn. I don't like this feeling.

I really hate it when it's raining.

I looked at the door just to see my mom entering my room. She sat beside me as she holds me in her arms as a way of expressing love—it's as if she's saying that I'm not alone.

"Sshh, baby. Mom is here," she said while rubbing my hair soothingly.

The tears I'm holding back are actuated by her words. It was like a gun that pulls the trigger of my emotions.

I can't take it anymore.

I hugged her back as tears start falling from my eyes.

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"Dad! S-Stop!" I shouted while pushing him using all my strength.

He's on top of me. Doing the thing that a father shouldn't do to his daughter.

"Sshh, baby. We'll be quick," he said and I saw his eyes—it's full of lust and desire.

What happened to my dad? I can't see him in this man. He's now a monster.

I can do nothing but to cry and shout, hoping that my mom will come to help me, because he's physically more stronger than me.

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"You're safe now, baby," my mom said. "I'm here. Mom's here. No one will hurt you again.. even your dad, I promise," she added. "And I won't leave you again. I'm so sorry, baby." Now, her voice had cracked.

I can't see her but I know that she's crying—already making a loud sound, in the four corners of my room, because of pain.

I know that she's blaming herself of what happened to me but I'm not mad at her.

A year ago, my mom went to Hongkong to teach Psychology there so I live in my dad's house. Yes, they are annulled already because of dad's situation that my mom didn't tell me.

My dad was not always at our house because of his reasons that I don't know. He was just going home every time it rains then he'll do that thing to me.

One day, I had gained courage to tell it to my mom so she immediately went back to the Philippines.

She was blaming herself that time 'cause she still left me with my dad even though she knows his situation. She said that she thought dad was already cured.

Dad has a mental illness called Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder or OCD. It is characterized by troubling obsessions which may include sexual obsessions.

He's in a mental asylum now for the treatment and to be cured.

Seven months had passed after the last time he did that to me but the trauma is still here. It feels like as if it just happened yesterday.

I hugged my mom tighter as I try to calm myself down but I failed. All the memories of him doing that thing to me are flashing on my mind.

I really hate it when it's raining.