Rain On Me

Rain

Jamie's POV

I dress myself as fast as I can and throw my outfit from earlier today into the washing basket. I was hoping to jump into the shower but I cannot disappoint my father as he wanted me down in 10minutes, who knows what buttons I may push.

I tie my hair into a top knot and flap down the stairs to enter the kitchen.

My father is nowhere to be seen.

I see a note on the kitchen counter and walk over to read it.

*Sorry I had to run out to buy some more milk, love dad x*

I walk over to the fridge just to double check if the milk has actually finished but it hasn't.
Oh god, I'm physically and mentally drained, I am going to have a shower and go to bed without hassle, hopefully.

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After my shower I pick out a comfortable nightie and begin to towel dry my hair when my phone begins to buzz.

*Hey Jaye, its Landon from college. This is my number x*

How the fiddle sticks did he manage to get my number?

Before replying I dial Iris into my phone.

"HI JAYE" She yells.

"Yeah hi, I just mysteriously got a text from that guy at college like I know him? And I wanted to know if you had anything to do with it." I ask in a sarcastic tone obviously knowing it was her.

"Yep, I thought you both could hang out SO I helped you out a little!" I can almost feel her imaginary nudge.

"Not cool Iris, not cool at all." I hang up as I hear the back door open.

I watch the door swing as my excuse of a father drags his heavy boots across the tiled floor until he reaches me.

He looks down at me and mentally pierces through my eyes for a few seconds.

The thunder screams from outside and my heart jumps.

My father glances at the kitchen window then back at me.

I quiver.

Suddenly his meaty hands grip my waist as he lifts me over his shoulder and heads straight for the door. I scream, punch and kick but nothing seems to work. The tears begin to stream down my face from my fear.

He takes me outside and drops me on to the pavement. "Leave me the eff alone you whore." he spits out and walks back into the house. I hear the lock click. I gawk at the door as if I cannot believe anything that is happening.

Did he just lock me out of my own house in the pouring rain all by myself?

I stood up and ran for the shelter from my front porch yet the porch was not big enough to prevent the rain from hitting me across my face. Like mental slaps from God himself as I may have wronged someone to deserve this.

I rested my sore back from the fall on the brick wall of my porch, allowing droplets of rain to wash away my physical and mental pain.