The Song Remains the Same

Chapter 5: Endlessly Rainy Days

Chapter 5: Endlessly Rainy Days

October 17th, 2014

Rain. Rain was the only thing that seems to consume the minds of those that live in Port Angeles. There's rain in the mornings, rain in the afternoons, and, surprise, rain in the evenings.

So naturally rain was pouring down around me as I walked the streets on the long trudge to work. I'd actually amused myself this morning getting ready, embodying my inner American Horror Story: Coven look and dressing in black chunky boots, a black tea-length skinny dress with a black cardigan over it, and a black fedora to cover my horrendously knotted hair, all covered from the drizzling rain beneath my black umbrella.

As I was just about to go into the store, mentally preparing myself to be faced by the devil that is Nate, Kendall's words came up in my head: "Maybe he's changed." Except those words vanished almost instantly as I opened the creaking door to Trax, expecting to see the same scene I saw everyday but instead saw something entirely different- a girl sitting on top of shelves containing priceless records as a guy stood in front of her, or rather was pushed up against her, as they tried to swallow each other.

It was hard to tell which fell first- my jaw or the umbrella that had been clutched in my hands- but either way the sound of it dropping didn't even register to the two people making out feverishly before my eyes. Though it wasn't the fact that I had walked in here to find them like this- in fact i don't even think I would've cared if I walked in and they were having sex right on the floor (not in a creepy voyeur type of way)- it was the fact that they were doing it on top of my albums. I didn't even want to open my ears up to them in fears that I'd hear the sound of vinyl cracking. Except as I stood in the entryway, a little scared to move and see the damage that Nate and the girl probably didn't even know they caused, the sound waves couldn't help but travel to me and I heard crack after crack as the two started to engage in a more heated make out session.

That's it. There was probably steam coming off of my entire body as I all but ran over to them, gripping Nate by his black long sleeved tee and throwing him off the girl, and doing the same to her as I shoved her off of the shelves.

"What the hell Dani!" I heard Nate holler, and I could image the look of anger on his face, but I didn't care. I was too focused on the destroyed albums in front of me. When I didn't respond to him, my shaking hands cradling the broken pieces in my hands, I think Nate got the idea. I heard him tell the girl with a too-short skirt and a too-low neckline that she had better leave, and with an annoyed tone she left and left the two of us in an eerily quiet warehouse. The only sound was the slow, but ever steady breaking of my heart as I took in the sight of the destroyed art.

There had to be at least thirty albums damaged, and to make it even worse the boy and his morning shag had been getting it on on the new release shelf- our most expensive merchandise. Somehow I found myself shaking, whether from anger or sadness I wouldn't know, but either way it didn't help when Nate placed hand on my rain-soaked shoulder, me immediately recoiling at his touch. "Dani look I'm sorry I didn't even realize-"

"Oh save it!" I snapped, shrugging his hand off of me angrily and turned around to face him. I clutched broken pieces of the vinyls in my hands almost too hard, the sharp shards threatening to break my fragile skin, and looked Nate sternly in those grey eyes that looked shocked. Why were they so shocked? Had they not seen a angry and hurt girl before? "Do you know how much money we just lost from you being a disgusting fuckboy? This place is already in bad shape. We didn't need anything else to push us further into bankruptcy!"

"I said I was sorry! How was I supposed to know we were breaking things?! I was a little preoccupied to notice!" Nate had raised his voice, and I kind of regretted raising mine first to get this reaction from him. An angry Nate was a pretty terrifying Nate, and it didn't help that he'd taken a step closer to me to tower over me intimidatingly. Over the years he'd grown too tall, instead of being a good height above me now he was just to the point where his height gave me unsettling feelings.