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It was

d a r k

in my father's office.

I could scarcely
Make out his face

in the gloom.

But somehow I  k n e w

He was  w a t c h i n g  me.

"...I'm home, sir..."

My voice, small and fragile.
Hardly audible.
Quavering with fear.
Barely a whisper in the

thick
and
resounding

S i l e n c e

of that room.

"Where the hell have you been?"

A beat.
Another.
And another.

It takes me a second
to recognize
the sound of

my heart

hammering

in my chest.

Not a single word
Escapes my lips.
Only something
that sounds
like
a
s t r a n g l e d

sob.

He stands.
I shrink.
He sneers.

Grabs.

Throat.

Wall.

Screams.

Fist.

Pain.

Unendurable pain.

"Maybe now you'll know better
than to make your mother worry."

"...yes sir."
Inaudible.

And yet the only thing I can think of
is Mrs. Vincent.

And the fact
that storms
are named after people.

~~~

A.N. - WOW, I missed you guys. Honestly, I have no excuses. Y'know how depression and healing trauma can be. I just needed time. Anyway, today I got my first comment on Rain in a good long while, and honestly? I may have gotten misty eyed. So, thank you to Hazuki for motivating my arse to start writing again.

I want to promise you the world, dear readers, but I know that I would fail. So instead, I promise I shall try to update Rain as frequently as I can (time and external factors permitting) and hope that you guys are still willing to come along for the ride.

I love each and every one of you.

Thank you.

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