Rain On Me

Jamie

Jamie's POV

Dear Diary,

Why do bad things happen to good people? Is it always God testing us? Or is there a reason? I don't know.. Sometimes I wish I knew what the reason was so my mind would work in a better way. I pray you know, I give it my all in my prayers, eff it I cry whilst praying because I know God is listening. Sometimes I just wish he'd give me a sign, maybe even if its in my dreams to what he believes the outcome would be for me and where I'm headed in life. I'll never lose faith in God though, he does everything for the best, I'm sure.

I let out a sigh as I plop my diary back into the cabinet beside my bed along with my favourite pen; the one Maya gave me for my 16th birthday just before we both enrolled into the same college.

"Jamie Sullivan!" My dad called from downstairs to let me know dinners ready and he's actually cooked for us. "I'll be right down!" I yell back as I gather my hair into a top knot above my head and use a hair belt to secure it.

As I get into the kitchen my dad is distributing steaming pasta onto two plates. "What were you doing in your room for so long, Jaye?" He asks without eye contact.

"Nothing dad." I lie.

"I didn't hear anything, did you fall asleep?" He carried on without eye contact and poured himself a glass of vodka, and me coke.

"No dad, I was just finishing off some work for college." I lie again.

This small talk wasn't going to last long and I knew it, once the vodka touches his lips he's going to be a totally different person, and not my dad.

I finish my dinner and head discreetly to my room so my dad doesn't ask me to stay awake with him like he usually does.

Shaking in fear I lock my door and kick off my slippers burying myself into the soft blanket of dreams.

'I'll be safe.' I repeat to myself quietly.

Minutes later I find myself sleeping.

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*destructive sounds coming from outside Jamie's room*

"OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR JAYE!" I hear my father boom as I jump out of my sleep, shivering.

I start to whimper quietly so he thinks I am asleep and cannot hear his racket.

"He'll be fine by morning, don't open the door or you'll regret it." I whimper to myself rocking myself back and forth with sweat trickling down my temples.

I grab my phone to check the time, its 2am in the morning. I start to release tears knowing he will go on like this all night until I open the door and I'm not ready to go through the pain all over again.

"Mom." I whisper to myself, even though I know she can't help me because she's not here right now.

I continue to rock back and forth, my face soaked and palms red.

Minutes later the door burst open and the lock is no longer etched into the wall, but now on the floor.

"Let me Jaye, let me." he repeats as he stumbles into the room.

I slowly corner myself to the edge of the bed and slam my eyes shut afraid of his next move.