When The Rain Falls - Book 1 - N, Y. (best books to read for success TXT) 📗

of trying to shut me out. And maybe for god’s sake, your mom wanted to tell me about the whole story so that I would understand where you were coming from in the past. Forgive for wanting to know about your past, it's not like I wanted to hide mine. You're not the only one with a complicated past Jacob."

 

I pause for 2 seconds, catching my breath.

 

"Did you have to deal with an angry mom for years?! A dad who turned out to be a molesting mistake in my mom’s life? I fought back in my life against my mom, with my dad because of what happened in Paris. Which changed everything. Life got harder.”

 

I continue, but hesitate for what's to come next out of my mouth.

 

 

"It made me do stupid things, like run away to New York and London to escape a mom who dearly loved me. I haven’t seen that she loved and cared for me all these years since Paris and even though my dad was dead after I left him to protect myself, I did things that I regret. But for me and my mom, I still care about her even since she visited me in New York. Shee mended our relationship and I think you need to that with your mom!!"

 

 

I walk off to my room and slam the door shut, he opens the door abruptly.

 

I’m sitting on the bed, drying my tears I begin to sob.

 

He walks in and talks again.

 

 

"Look, I know your life and mine are very different. But that doesn’t mean you need to bring your's into mine, it’s my life. Mine and my mom’s. There’s no reason to have you in all my business about my family. Our history is big and I survived living on my own. So why talk about!?"

 

 

 

I give him a fierce look, standing up.

 

"Where is this coming from?" I start up again.

 

 

My tone scares him and makes him take a step back. 

 

"You really don’t know do you? You should be able to just accept my life and I left in despair when I was scared, afraid and ready to give up everything to leave everything that I had behind. And then you came along, you changed every little bit of me from top to bottom, you made me have hope. We fell in love in Paris."

 

I sob, before I continue.

 

"You saw the real me, but instead I think you see a vulnerable person who would do anything you say if it meant getting your way. And I am not that, and i don’t want something like that even if it means giving you everything I have to offer. So go and find your own life or leave mine!!"

 

 

I talk at the top of my lungs and it pierces the room with tension.

 

The way I spoke just now, it shatters my heart.

 

That's the most I can come up with, I put everything I had to put into the fight.

 

 

He answers almost crying out, but he doesn’t.

 

"Why did you have to say that? You don’t know anything about my life or my mom. So why am I here with you, if you're just gonna mock me in my face. How about we call it a day and i’ll just leave you. I'm sorry, but it’s life and sometimes ya gotta keep it to yourself."

 

"No, you don't. So figure it out. With your mom, and then when you're ready. Maybe you can come back to me." I say suddenly.

 

"Why don’t you ask the person you call mom so dearly, why you're fighting with me"

 

 

I turn towards the door, but I say something soflty.

 

"Also being in a relationship, means that you have to forget about your past and leave it behind. Not light it up like it's something that will solve everything. Relationships helps us move forward, not go back, to when the times were tough. Trust me, i've been there. Despite the many relationships. So get over it okay! This is the future now. I don't care about the past you had that still shocks you, I care about you! And if that's not enough, then I think you should re-think our fight and find yourself. I don't need someone who won't let go of the thought about their past and still think it's a problem in the future."

 

 

It was one of the last things I told him, before I balled my eyes out.

 

I could here him run down the stairs, knowing he was gonna talk.

 

 

Later that night, I crawled out from my room downstairs to find him fighting with his mom.

 

How long has this been going on?

 

It seemed to be almost over, but Jacob continues to talk and make excuses to fight again.

 

 

I decided not to go down, if it meant seeing his face again, fighting or just simply talking.

 

I felt hungry after hours of crying myself to sleep, I went downstairs finally, when the house was quiet.

 

 

After tonight’s dinner when Jacob’s mom, she announced the missing link to the story about Jacob’s dad and what happened before I barely got to finish my meal.

 

 

Luckily, I know my mom and she packed up a meal perfectly in a paper brown bag in the refrigerator.

 

I specifically remember telling Jacob about my midnight snacking, so I would expect not to see him downstairs waiting to talk or fight with me.

 

 

And it turns out, he wasn’t downstairs or in the kitchen.

 

 

When I went back up to my room with dinner in the brown bag, I didn’t even want to check up on him.

 

 

I changed into something comfortable and packed my things. I ran downstairs with my shoes in my hands and decided not to put it, until I was outside.

 

So no one can hear me walking.

 

I opened the door and slowly crept out the door, I walked down the streets where the gate entrance was and the doorman let me out as soon as I slipped him a 20.

 

 

 The night sky looks like a midnight sapphire, that shines bright like the sun and reflects off the eiffel tower.

 

 

I remember the first moment it happened, I wasn’t even thinking about it happening.

 

I just knew at one point, it would, but I wasn’t expecting it.

 

 

Bright lights are my ultimate excuse for staring or wondering which reminds me, I haven’t wondered off into daydreaming, for long while.

 

 

 I wish Jacob would take back what he said about me, about being involved in his life and why he’s in a relationship for no reason if it meant someone was going to find out about his past.

 

It really pissed me off, I snapped at the first moment he started yelling at me. I knew he had something to say when he found out I was talking to his mom.

 

 

The tragedy that happened in his life, shouldn’t be involved in mine. If he wants it that way.

 

 

He brought me up in the fight like I was a nobody.

 

As I thought through about the fight and what it meant when he said all those thingss, I decided that I would leave here.

 

To go somewhere, where Jacob won’t ever think to find me.

 

God, I hate when I think like this. Why?

 

 

If he thinks he knows me well...he'd better think again.

 

 

I left for the airport, I know that my 'traveling around the world where nobody will find me' is a thing when I get into a fight or a situation with someone where I don’t want to fix the relationship. Like with my mom.

 

It took years for me to finally talk and fix my relationship with her. who knows how long it will take for me and Jacob?

 

The possibilities are real.

 

 

"Which flight are you taking?" a older woman at the desk said in the airport.

 

"Any flight that you can give me, that'll get me out of Paris fast." i said.

 

 

She looked up at me suspicious.

 

"This is my lucky day." she said grabbing a ticket from a small drawer.

 

"One ticket, flight 209541. Mumbai, India." she smiled as she handed it to me.

 

 

I grabbed it and went towards the gate

 

I left in a hurry and in 1 day I finally made it.

 

Chapter Thirteen: One World

 

"I have arrived and it’s beautiful here, despite the cows roaming around. They are known as sacred. I’m in India, the most beautiful, amazing, religious and caring place on earth. It’s a dream coming here my ElleWooders. The people are inspiring, especially the old hindu guy who sits on the street underneath the tree out front of the hotel i’m staying at. And the sunset here is to die for. I spent most of my time here daydreaming and shopping. And shopping right from the street is something i can get used. I love it here, India is gonna be my knew home and i could live here forever. See ya next time." - @SummerElleW_86

 

 

I wake up every morning to the most beautiful view in the world.

 

The people here are so nice, they practically parade me everyday because they say that I look like the lost and forgotten princess of Mumbai.

 

They say that she resembles the peace and thanks of India.

 

 

On my way to a nearby store, I spotted someone looking at me.

 

The guy looked attractive and he was indian, which made it more of an experience for me.

 

He smiled as he looked at me, I smile back and look away.

 

 

God, what am I doing? Stop it!

 

 

I don’t have time to think about guys, or dating someone new especially after having a fight with Jacob.

 

We did have a fight and he said some things he meant for real, I think that were not together after having a big fight over each other's lives.

 

And he did start the fight, so I guess it’s okay to say that we're not talking.

 

 

No, I couldn’t do that. 

 

He’d probably want to get back together with me after the fight.

 

But the guy seemed so interesting when I looked at him.

 

I decided to change my mind, I went up to him.

 

 

"Hi, I couldn’t help but notice you staring at me. Is there something wrong?"

 

He smiles then answers. "No, I was just looking around and I spotted you and you took my breath away. It’s amazing how you look just like the lost princess of Mumbai, so alike!"

 

I laugh.

 

"Yeah I know, everyone here had been saying that since I arrived 2 days ago."

 

He laughs with me.

 

"Nice to meet you...um, your name?" I start.

 

"Adam. My name’s Adam."

 

I smile and shake his hand.

 

Adam.

 

 

"Well Adam, my name’s Elle and your country is beautiful. It’s a dream, I wish everyone could see it want."

 

"Yes, that’s what everyone says." 

 

I could tell he was looking straight at me, with his soulful brown eyes.

 

He notices and looks away.

 

 

"How would you like it if I took you out for ice cream? I bet you get tired of hearing the word 'curry' huh?"

 

"Yes, i’d like that, very much.  And I have had enough curry," I reply.

 

 

He pulls out his arm for me to hold, just like when is helping your down a staircase.

 

For a moment, it seemed like I was meant to be here in India, like this was what I was longing for.

 

 

Adam took me out for ice cream, and then dinner. And he insisted on paying.

 

 

When we sat down at our table, a young looking woman hands us a menu and interrupted.

 

"I’m sorry for budding in, but might I just say you look just like the lost princess of Mumbai, you