As the taxi rolled up to the front of my house I leaned over and shoved $30 into the drivers hand.
"Keep the change" I muttered.
I peered out of the dark, murky window, mentally timing how long it would take me to run from the taxi to the front door of the apartment block because no surprise, it was raining. I hadn't packed any raincoats into my bags as LA was pretty much always sunny at this time of year.
"Yer all righ'?" Queried the driver
"Fine." And I pulled my hood over my head and pushed open the car door and ran, slamming it behind me. I ran through the rain, my shoes slipping on the paved path.
For fucks sake, I thought. Mother Nature really hates Ireland, and me.
When I got to the doorway I punched in the key code
6284
The door opened with a "BEEP" and I raced inside. I pulled back my hoodie, which was dripping water all over the carpet after that short time out in the rain.
I pushed the elevator button and tapped my foot impatiently, each tap causing a SQUELCH from the water inside my shoe.
DING!
When I got to my room I kicked open the jammed door, chucked my suitcase and backpack down on the floor and fell onto my bed with a groan.
I closed my eyes, letting the familiar sound of Mother Nature's tears send me to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
After Mark
FanficThis is my first fan fiction and it's about what happened in Jack's life after SEPTIPLIER died, and how it wasn't his choice. This is written from Jack's point of view.
