RAIN

Chapter eight

He listened to the sound of the creaking wood that framed the house as the wind grew increasingly violent outside, the storm was only moments away. He was settled in and falling asleep. He felt a tinge of trust growing in him toward Rain who was currently sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book on his cellphone.

Jet hadn't seen the aunt since she disappeared into the room but he had convinced himself that she was resting with her children. He didn't care anymore. He had decided that if he got some sleep then he would be refreshed enough to evaluate the situation more aptly.

          

A dream ceased control of his mind. It was a pleasant dream and even in the state of sleep, he willed himself to not wake. The sun felt so comforting on his skin and the sound of seagulls squawking filled his ears. His name was being whispered by a voice he hadn't heard in so long and it warmed his heart. At that moment, he understood where he was. The sun was out and the air was cool. People were buzzing around, enjoying the beautiful day.

Hadn't he believed that this would be how his visit here would have turned out?

Maybe his mind was trying to remind him.

When Jet arrived here, he was greeted by the smiling faces of his grandparents and other family members who were eager to see him. He was happy and his troubles seemed to have strayed far from his mind as he boarded his grandfather's flashy sedan.

Life was supposed to take on a new meaning for him. For a moment, he seemed to be following the right path and then he remembered her.

She was beautiful, a celestial creation of pure temptation. Her long flowing hair was like silk threads that danced when she walked, almost like it was alive. Her curves were perfect. Her long slender limbs left you breathless. She had dark eyes that burned with a seductive fire and lips that tempted you to cross all boundaries. She flaunted her beauty to him, sending him secret messages with her looks and movements that only he could decipher. She wanted him to have her and he fell for it like a fool. He gave in to her temptation and allowed himself to be swallowed whole by lust. She was mind-blowing in bed - always willing to do anything to satisfy him. She even groveled at his feet. Slowly, he woke from her spell and freed himself from the bonds of lust and he was able to see who she was.

The dream had unexpectedly dredged up many bad memories in his mind, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Still, he enjoyed feeling himself sitting at the beach, he enjoyed the warm sun on his face and the sound of the ocean waves crashing down onto the shore.

The tranquility of his pleasant dream was abruptly shattered by a jarring sound, dragging him away like a powerful vacuum. As he strolled along the shore, the sun-kissed waves playfully lapped at his feet, teasing the sand from beneath his soles as it returned to the ocean. Amid this serene scene, the incongruous sound of someone retching pierced the air. Despite the heaviness that held his eyelids shut, he felt a pressing need to rouse himself, knowing instinctively that it was Rain.

"Why didn't you swallow it!" the aunt said to him, screaming angrily.

"Why?"

Rain was gasping, winded, and weak.

"You're grandfather will be here any moment now!"

"And then what? What will you tell Jet when he wakes up and I'm missing?"

"That you became ill and you went off to sleep with the children!"

"He wouldn't believe you...he's already..." He stopped talking before he could finish his sentence.

"Drink it, Rain!"

Drink what?

What was she forcing him to drink?