Bad Boys Do It Better

◀Chap. 1⚫Raine▶

I loved when it rained. Everything seemed more real, when the clouds would burst and let its tears of sadness fall covering the earth like a blanket.

People think life is made up of rainbows and sunshine, but they're wrong, everything in this world has some darkness no matter how wonderful it is. Not every cloud has a silver lining and I could tell you that for a fact.

School was canceled today because of the rain and that was also one of the reasons why I loved rain because where I lived when it rained it poured.

"Raine! I'm about to make cookies, do you wanna help?" Shouted my mom from the kitchen.

"I'll be down in a minute mom."

I was in my room. I drew my gaze from the mist covered window and trudged my way downstairs.

I guess one of the main reasons why I loved the rain was because my mom named me after it. I was born in a time when everything was going wrong for my mom. She was going through a divorce while pregnant with me. She lost her house, her car and worst of all she lost her parents; my grandparents, in a car accident that same year.

She told me that when I was born the rain was falling and it might sound depressing to you but she also said that the rain was showers of blessings because I was given to her that day. That's why I loved my mom and the rain even more.

If it was up to me I would be on the rooftop feeling the rain pelt its way into my clothes letting it soak me to the bone.

As I made my way into the kitchen I saw my mom stirring a bowl of chocolate chip cookie batter. When she saw me come in she inclined her head and smiled at me. She pointed to the baking sheets and told me to put greaseproof paper on them. I slowly made my way around the island and placed the paper on each sheet. I was just finishing the last one when I heard the house phone ring.

"Could you get that for me sweetie?"

I made way into the dining room to answer the phone.

"Hello." I said in a monotonous voice.

"Hey Raine its Dad, can I speak to your mother please?"

"Mom its Dad." She walked into the room wiping her hands on her apron. She took the phone from me and ushered me back into the kitchen.

I didn't like my Dad because he hurt my Mom and also because he left her when she needed him the most for dome skinny blonde bimbo. It made at him every time I thought about it, how can a man leave his wife pregnant with his child for another woman, I just couldn't believe it.

He abandoned us.

Still caught up in my thoughts I didn't hear when my mother reentered the room I only felt a hand squeezing my shoulder.

When I looked up to my mom's face I knew something was wrong.

"What is it mom?" She looked at me and sighed.

"Your father wants you to spend the weekend with him and Jenna at their new home." She had a serious expression on her face and I knew she was waiting on my answer. I didn't even have to think it over.

"Hell no." I said staring her down.

"Raine he's your father, he misses you."

"That's his fucking problem. He shouldn't have left." I grabbed the bowl with the cookie batter and vigorously stirred it.

"Watch your language young lady." She said to me sternly.

But I didn't say anything I just continued to stir. I heard my mom let out a heavy sigh and gently take the bowl out of my hand.

"Sweetie you have to."

I turned towards her my anger rising like a tsunami.

"Oh really, and who's gonna make me, you. I'm not going anywhere with him and that bitch." I felt a hard slap across my face that forced my head to turn sideways. I turned back towards my mom and without a single word I stormed upstairs to my room slamming the door loudly behind me.

I walked over to my bed and flopped down on it fuming with rage. I really needed to blow off some steam and I knew just the way how to do it.

The rain was falling harder now which made it the perfect time. I opened my window climbing out. When I was almost all the way out I grabbed on to the ledge right above my head and hoisted myself up unto my feet. I agilely made my way up to the roof and sat in my favorite spot near to the attic window.

I sat staring up at the sky letting the rain fall into my eyes.

I was so at peace as the rain washed away all my problems, but I knew that it was only in my head.

I drew my feet up to my chest resting both my arms on my knees. I lowered my head to my arms allowing the water to soak in my hair and I watched as the rain turned my inky black hair into swirling tendrils.

The rain pelted against my back like bullets massaging away at all the tense muscles. I looked back up at the sky again and smiled.

I really, really loved the rain.