When It Rains

Chapter 3

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Valerie’s P.O.V.

As soon as I woke up this morning I knew that it was going to be hectic – I had a delivery in at the store at seven tonight which means I’m going to have to stay late and alone because Paul is taking his girlfriend Emily out on a date; I don’t mind because they are such a cute couple and Paul’s kind of had a rough time settling down in the past.

Billi my best friend and the music store’s resident Goth is having some kind dental procedure which Paul constantly jokes about – swearing blind that she was going to come in the next morning with fangs.

Together through whatever weird planetary alignment that occurred we met and we somehow make a pretty good team running the music store, though it’s not just a music store – I told you from the beginning that it’s awesome.

We sell drum kits, guitars – all kinds, keyboards and the odd Piano and Sax all of which is Billi’s domain. We also sell the latest in computer advancement technology in the music area which is covered by Paul along with the CD’s. While I give music lessons to individuals and bands mostly between the ages of fourteen and nineteen but there’s the odd younger kid that’s always cool plus I cover band merchandise and thanks to my Gramps I’ve got some pretty cool contacts should I stumble upon any major talent, oh and I deal with buying in records – Paul thinks they’re a dead fad but I love them and anyone with sense does too, we always have arguments because I don’t believe in his techy music gadget stuff but as he always points out it brings us money in which I can’t argue with.

When I got to work that morning it was with a frown because it was so going to rain and I don’t have my umbrella but it’s ok I guess, that guy Wyatt really seemed like he needed my sunshine... there was just something about him, something that I really liked but then there was something familiar too that I felt lurking beneath the surface, something that I didn’t want to see.

I know it sounds crazy and I’ve been going over and over it again the entire week since I’d met him, and I just can’t put my finger on it and part of me believes it’s because I really don’t want to know.

I shook myself and started to open up the metal shutters out front that cover the stores glass windows. I shivering from head to toe doing it – I knew I should’ve gone for jeans but to me you just can’t beat the skirt, tights and boots combo so I went with it and the new red and black plaid shirt I bought the other week.

I hurriedly unlocked the front door and looked up at the place that has been my hideaway for a large part of my adolescence – when things got too much or too hard some days I’d come here and hang out with Grandpa and he’d take care of my Mom for me till I had to go tuck her in.

I ran inside remembering how cold it was and turned the closed sign over so it read open on my way past. I heard the back door’s locks click and in walked Billi with her short and shiny black hair that framed her painted pale face, a small portion of her lips were painted black and the rest white like her face so that it looked like she teeny tiny lips and was pursing them like a china doll. She was dressed in black skinny jeans a read tank top and black netting shirt over the top of it. Her usual silver studded black belts hung on her hips ignoring the loops in her jeans and to finish it off she had patent black Doc Martins on her feet that clomp as she walks through to the front of the store with a smile; throwing down her black leather jacket behind the desk and going into the back again. I followed her and walked past the studio I teach in, my office, and found her in the kitchen flicking the switch on the coffee machine.