Under The Rain

Under The Rain

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I'm about half way home when it begins to thunderstorm and I can barely see the road. After about five minutes of struggling to see, my car starts to act funny. Uh-no... Just like as thought. My car is breaking down. Dammit. Can this day get any worse? I get out my blue Ford Taurus into the hard pouring rain to look under the hood to see if I can determine the problem (As if I know anything about cars). I look at what seems to be the battery, but I wouldn't know if it's dead or not. All I know is that this couldn't have happened at a worse time. As I study the parts of my car, I hear something. Something that isn't rain... "Can I help you with that?" A guy whispers in my ear behind me. _________________________________________________________________________ Stacey Davis, 16, is has been through too much already. Her parents got a divorce when she was younger, her sister went on to college and completely abandoned the family, and her brother is back in jail. Just when everything falls apart, a boy comes across her path to bring a rainbow into her life.
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Anita," her angelic voice calls to me. Thunder rumbles in the distance. Her soft, delicate hands caressing my face, sparkling green eyes grounding me from the dark past I wish I could forget. "You're safe, it's okay." I bring my hand up, running my finger over the mound of scar tissue. The constant reminder of that night. The raised bump covers the bullet fragment embedded in my sternum. She takes my hands as more thunder rumbles and tears roll down my cheeks. "Breathe Anita," she says in a soothing whisper. My lungs were burning with the need for air and it was then that I realized I'd been holding it. I take in a gasping breath and recall the first time my eyes met her green eyes. My sister had been lifted off me and my eyes opening had startled her. The first time she touched me gave me strength to hold on. I held her hand tight, trying to tell her what happened, but couldn't get enough breath to form words. Sitting in the present going through the same as I had five years ago. "They were all found, Anita. They can't hurt you anymore. It's just a storm. All the doors and windows are locked, the alarm is set. It's just you and me." "Will you keep the light on tonight, please?"

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