Rain.

Chapter 4.

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I got out of bed pretty much early that morning. I haven't slept that much and I knew I wouldn't fall asleep again, so I stopped waisting my time in bed and stood up. I streched a little, curling my toes and warming up my muscles. I felt sore, as if I ran a few kilometers last night. I walked up to my wardrobe and picked up some clothes. After pulling of my pyjama and changing for some shirts and a grey t-shirt, I went downstairs.

I ran my fingers trought my hair and sight. when I think of last night's events, it seems so unreal. Almost as if it was a scene in a movie. A part of me wanted to forget all of this and to start over, but... My imagination wasn't helping in the process, sending me pictures of what I would look like and where I'd be if this Zayn haven't saved me. What horribles things these guys would've done to me... Actually, I was seriously thinking that I'd probably be dead if it wasn't of him.

Once down in the kitchen, I started to prepare coffee. How weird it felt to do this simple task after last night... Like usual, my dad stept inside the room at the same moment. It was as if his body was programmed to wake up at that time, while I was making coffee. His body was craving for that drink.

''Hey dad'' I greated him.

He walked into the room slowly and sat at his usual place, at the kitchen table.

''Morning, Luce'' he answered, still a bit sleepy.

I poured some coffee in two mugs and handed him one. He smiled to me and took a sip of it. Automaticly, his face lighted up a little, and I saw little crinkles starting to form at the corner of his eyes.

''Thanks'' he mumbled.

My dad was a man of a very few words. Most of the time, he usually didn't speak to me at all, but I was okkay with it. He just didn't like to talk. It wasn't a big deal : I was used to it. Since I'm a little girl, I grew up alone with him.

''So, what are your plans for today?'' I asked him as I sat next to my dad, at the table.

I took a sip of my own coffee. The warm liquid comforted me a little.

''Same business as usual. I'll work at the shop.... We just received an authentic jukebox from 1946. It's old, but with a little work, it will look like brand new. And you?'' He asked back.

I knew he didn't really want to talk, but I needed it. After the events of last night, a normal conversation with my dad was the only thing I really wanted, just to change my mind a little.

''I don't know, for beeing honest. Probably hang out with my friends. Tom want to show us a new song he just wrote with his band'' I said.

My dad nodded, but didn't add anything. We drank our coffee in silence. After a moment, my dad rose his head.

''Don't you smell that?'' He asked out of the blue.

I looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

''Smell what?'' I asked back, confused.

''I don't know... something like smoke'' He said.

''Hum, I'll check out the oven, maybe I left if open or something like that'' I said.

I stood up and left my dad in the dinning room. But I checked up the oven and the coffee machine and the smell wasn't coming from there... Oh. The smell of smoke was coming from... me. I was the one who smelled like that. It's him, my inner voice told me, he left his cigarette smell on you! I froze. I didn't took a shower last night. His smell of smoke inflitrated my skin and my hair. 

''It's... It was the oven'' I said, trying to sound normal.

I came back to the table, took my mug and went back to the kitchen, pourring the rest of my coffee in the sink.