My Summer with New York

So How Does It Feel?

Rose's POV:

The wind is whipping the rain into my face, and it blurs Colby from my vision. I don't want to see him. I want to run into the giant yellow house behind me. "Tell me you don't love me." He calls out to me. I barely hear him over the wind, but I know what he wants me to say. He wants me to fall to my knees and beg me to forgive him. I can't. "I don't love you." I tell him. I say it quietly but somehow he still hears me. We speak to each other like its a normal day out; like there isn't a tropical storm baring down on the island. "You're a liar Rosie." He tells me. He's right; we both know it. He's right.

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Earlier

"Colby I'm scared!" Abel tells his big brother. "I'm right here bud. I won't let anything happen to you or Rosie." Colby says. His mother has just left to go to the shop, and the storm is only getting worse. I look over at Ryan who's sleeping soundly, and I envy him. "Can I sit with you?" Abel asks me. His eyes are red and puffy from where he's been crying, and I obviously can't say no to him. Colby is checking the weather in the kitchen because he knows if Abel sees it, it'll frighten him further. The lights flicker for the second time within the hour, and Abel cowers closer to me. "I've got you angel." I tell him. I rub circles across his back, and he's soon asleep. I lay him down against the couch and join Colby in the kitchen.

"How bad is it?" I ask. He turns to me slowly, and I see worry clear as day in his eyes. "It's worse than they were anticipating." He tells me. I nod my head; I've never been in a storm this bad so I have no clue what to expect. "How's Abel?" Colby asks me. "He's asleep on the couch." I answer. I look out the window in the kitchen, and I see just how choppy the water is. For the first time all summer, the water isn't a bright blue. It doesn't look inviting, and the rain makes the horizon appear to be a fog.

"He'll wake up soon. It's only going to get worse." Colby says. "How much worse?" I ask. "Harder rain, thunder and lightning, and more wind." He answers solemnly. I could see him debating on something, but whatever it was, he refused to let me see. "Is that a bad thing?" I prod. Colby shakes his head and walks outside. What the actual fuck. I hate that he's being so distant. I follow him outside, relieved that he's standing under the porch. "Colby come inside." I beg. The wind and rain are louder now that we're out in the middle of it. He shakes his head, telling me no, and moves out into the rain. I don't want to be soaked in the rain, but I can't let him walk away.

"Why are you walking away?" I call out. He's walking fast despite the rain water flooding the streets. "Why are you following me? Why don't you go back to Abel?" He shouts over the storm. "Ryan's with Abel! And I'm worried about you." I argue. "I shouldn't have let you stay here. I shouldn't have started anything with you." He says coldly. I freeze where I am, and Colby begins walking towards the house. So he has regrets. We walk back to the house in silence. I'm too scared to say anything, and Colby seems too angry to put it into words.

"So are you going to explain what that was out there?" I ask as we slip into the warmth of the house. "I don't have to explain everything to you Rose." He says coldly. "I feel like you should at least explain this." I snap. "You weren't upset with me until the storm hit." Colby's head snaps up at me, and I can tell that things are about to get much, much worse. "I'm not Justin. You can't fucking control me! You ever wonder why he smacked you around!" He hollers. Ice water shoots down my back. I shrink away from Colby before he even realizes what he said.

"Rosie, I'm sorry baby I didn't mean it." He begs. I shake my head at him before I bolt outside. I can hear Colby following me as I dash into the street. The familiar blue sky is now as dark as my mood, and the wind and rain are whipping around me. "Rosie come back to the house." Colby begs. I shake my head no, and I run to the one place I'd be alone in: the Easter Egg.