The 'Mentalist' Association

Tears of Rain

Tears of Rain
By @rebel_rebel, Britain

"Jane, I think...I think my waters have broken," she whispered, her voice ringing into my ears, laced with panic and barely concealed surprise.
I blinked once. Twice. Three times. Not uttering a word as my grip on the plastic phone tightened noticeably.
"Jane? Jane, are you there? Dammit Jane. I've never shoved a baby out before, you know," she clipped, the immediate shock clearly leaving her body.
Her tone brought me back to reality, one piece at a time as I smiled dreamily and repeated her words slowly, trying to make sense of the meaning, "your waters have broken..."
"Yes! And for once I didn't need your deduction to tell me so. It's pretty clear from what I'm standing in," she quipped.
A few beats of silence passed between us. My thoughts scurried around in my head so quickly I couldn't seem to grasp ahold of one of them and actually make sense of anything.
"Jane!" She snapped, leading to the pen I had clasped in my fingers falling to the floor with a loud clatter. Scrambling to the ground, I snatched it back up before grabbing my keys off of the desk in front of me. I didn't have time to think about my actions as I moved swiftly from the warm office and outside the building, making a beeline for my car.
The rain fell heavily around me, making a beautiful rush of noise as I clasped the handle.
"Ok, take deep breaths-" I began.
"I'm not having contractions yet, Jane!" She snapped again, making me jump. I could hear her pacing through the phone, her footsteps echoing on our hardwood floor at home.
"Oh, I was talking to myself actually..." I muttered before sliding into my vehicle, the raindrops slipping down the glass like tears.

~

Blood. Blood. There was so much blood. I couldn't understand why there was so much of it.
"Sir? Sir are you ok?"
"Ah, yeah, yes, yep," I barely managed to get out, swallowing nervously the images of moments ago filling my mind.
"Ok, well the baby is doing fine, even if she is a little small," the doctor said to us while sending a nervous look in my direction before discretely glancing to the bucket preserved for vomiting in the corner. "Would you and your husband like to see her?" the doctor asked Teresa, a kind smile toying his features.
"Oh, oh no," she stuttered, "the baby isn't his child," her eyes cast downwards after glancing at me as my jaw tightened unconsciously.
"Oh, well, my apologies. Anyhow, would you like to see your child?"
"Yes please."
The doctor left the room to fetch little baby Rosemary and left the room in a tense silence.
"Are you alright?" I murmured, still unable to make eye contact with her.
"Yes."
"Are you sure?" I reluctantly looked up and was immediately met with a pair of fierce green eyes.
"Perfectly fine, Jane," she said sharply, a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
"I'm going to catch him Teresa. I'm going to get him."
"And what? You're going to do what then? Kill him?" she snapped. Surprised, I was about to reply when the doctor reappeared carrying a bundle of warmth and new life, "Here she is."
"A girl. I'm not used to girls," she murmured as the tiny baby was pushed into her arms, our previous words obviously forgotten. Or just pushed aside.
"Hello gorgeous," she said quietly before speaking to her child in a low voice, inaudible to me from across the room.
Thinking that they should be alone, I walked away.

* * *

I stared at my baby girl's soft face as I cradled her in my arms and out of the corner of my eye, saw Jane walk away, leaving us alone. I wondered what she would look like when she was older. I didn't know. I didn't see his face.

~

Fear consumed me. It rushed over my body, drowning me as my cheek stung and revulsion swam through my veins. Every few minutes the light from a car would flash past. So close yet so far.
My own gun was pressed against my neck as I was roughly shoved against a brick wall, the cement grazing my hand as I stood stock still. I had no back-up. No weapon. No plan. No exit. This was one battle I was destined to lose.
Realising the gun would just get the way, he threw it into the dumpster behind him without take his eyes off of me. His eyes were the only thing I could see, the light of the moon too faint for the crawling hands of darkness. They were bright blue.
Suddenly my jacket was ripped off of me, followed closely by my shirt as his rough, scratchy fingers scraped my cold skin.
I wriggled wildly but silently, desperate to escape from his wandering hand on my body as the other hand clasped tightly against my mouth, stopping me from making any noise and only just leaving me enough room to breathe through my nose.
Fervently his hand moved to my belt buckle as he steadily undid it, his eyes never leaving mine.
He was strong. Way too strong for me. His height and weight easily overpowered me, even as I continued to struggle against him, knowing that I had mere moments before everything would just unravel.
Not saying a word, but obviously getting angry at my struggling, he removed his hand from my mouth and slapped me again, but harder. So hard I caught the inside of my lip on one of my teeth. Feeling the metallic taste of blood fill my mouth, he continued to undress me, obviously feeling like he had won that fight.
Desperate not to let this happen to me, my head in its last few moments of clarity, I brought my knee up sharply but missed the particular area I was aiming for, barely grazing his thigh. But it was enough for it to be obvious to him what I had tried to.
Enraged, he slapped me across the face again before sending a swift punch to my stomach. Winded, I bent over slightly to gasp for air as he continued to take off my pants and throw them upon the cold concrete.
As the oxygen slowly began to fill my lungs again, I felt tears roll down my cheeks leaving little, shiny trails. Pressing my lips together in a hard line, I cried and screamed for help, both of his hands now busy. But no one heard me.

~

When he was done, he was almost silent, just the sound of his breathing ricocheting off of the three surrounding walls. I lay naked in a heap on the concrete, my limbs sore and my lower body in immense pain.
I could hear him next to me but I couldn't see him, my eyes squeezed shut in agony. After a few minutes, his footsteps began to echo in the alleyway as he left me, used and broken.
Watery tears of rain slipped down my cheeks and onto my lips and hair.