By the first raindrop, I promised myself to be strong. Scott was in the other room talking on the phone with our manager.Thunder rumbled loudly. I started to shake. Scott knew I was terrified of Thunderstorms, and I heated the door open. In he came, wi h a sympathetic smile planted on his face. He sat on my bed, next to me and lovingly held me in his arms, luring me on his lap. I started to cry. "But..you were..t-talking..to Jonathan." I cried out. Held me close while responding. "You're more important."
